Merry Christmas!!!

Merry Christmas to all of you!  And in honor of the awesome gift my friends got me this year for Christmas (a Golden Girls long sleeved T-shirt), I hope you got everything you wanted, or at the very least give as graciously as Blanche did here:

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So it’s November 22nd and a Special Day

Many of you that know me personally know I make a big deal of my birthday. I really have no TV related story for my blog but I thought I’d share a birthday from a few years ago.  It’s not exciting or historical, just what would probably be seen as a typical moment in atypical family.

Before I go into the story, I do need to preface that

1) The people in the household were Mom, Dad, my grandmother Nana and Nora (her sister)

2) My mom’s mental state is way to complex to go into here, but she had lots of health issues, both mental and physical. That never stopped her for wanting her to get her own way in everything. She was far from the ordinary Mom and my grandmother, Nana, was the person who performed the traditional role of cooking, cleaning, running the household.

3) Nana was usually the poster child of manners and etiquette. She was also a Methodist minister’s widow and took great pride in being “Christiany” (as she would put it).

This was several years ago but I had definitely moved into my own place by that point. Naturally on my birthday I would go to my family house as Nana would make us all dinner and cake to celebrate the occasion. For birthdays and holidays, we ate in the fancy dining room which was in the front of the house. Mom sometimes would sit and eat dinner with us, and normally she expected Nana to make a particular cake only for her (no matter who’s birthday it was) but that year she had decided to go on a strict diet. So when Nana asked her what kind of cake she wanted, Mom told her it wasn’t necessary to make one for her.  Nana was already in her eighties by that point, and didn’t feel that well so she chose to take what my Mom said at face value.  When my birthday arrived, Mom’s back was hurting so instead of sitting and eating dinner with us she would go into the den (rear of house) and watch TV until we got done. She would like to have some cake later though was the last thing she said as she left the room.

At the mention of her wanting cake, Nana began fretting. Apparently, she hadn’t felt good and decided to make a rather small cake for just the four of us. “I don’t have enough cake for Alice!” She eventually decided to give up her piece. I told Nana she shouldn’t have to do that and Mom could have mine. But it was my birthday and I should have cake.

So we are sitting there and someone knocks on the door (in the back). Dad happened to be up then (probably getting mom an iced tea) and went to answer it. It was our next door neighbor Mrs. Wong. She had this bad habit of locking herself out of her house and needed to use our phone. She made a phone call to her husband and then she went back outside to wait. Well, it was NOVEMBER and cold. You could see her out there just freezing. I told Dad I couldn’t believe he let her go back outside and he needed to ask her back in and Nana was like, “Wait!”

We looked at her. “What?”

She said, “I don’t have enough cake!” Nana was of the old school regime that you offered guests in the house dessert. I told her technically Mrs. Wong wasn’t a guest but before she could help herself, Nana offered her a piece. There went Nora’s piece. Mrs. Wong sat with my Mom in the den. Knowing Mrs. Wong couldn’t speak much English I can imagine how the conversation went. But they were eating cake.

So we sat down (we still were working on dinner) and the door knocks and we remain in the dining room. We assume it’s Mr. Wong but then we hear this deep BOOMING voice and I was like, “Who is that?”

Dad’s eyes got big, “Ugh, it’s Mr. Hopper.” Mr. Hopper was a new neighbor on the other side and he had been driving Dad nuts borrowing stuff over and over. Dad didn’t complain much of other people, but he had of this man.

We all sit there in silence as we hear Mom invite him in. I heard Mom introduce Mrs. Wong and Mr. Hopper. They laughed a bit (I found out later he joked thinking he got the wrong house as Mrs. Wong assumed it was her husband and answered the door). I looked at Dad and asked him if he was going to speak to him. Dad shook his head. “He only wants to borrow something.” I then looked at Nana, “I don’t have enough cake!” Incredibly shy Nora was always petrified to speak to strangers.

Sighing I got up to speak to him and before you knew it, Mom offered him a piece of cake. So, I had to give him Dad’s. I was amused to watch them sitting down in the den together as Mr. Hopper didn’t offer why he came by and I didn’t ask. Mom just rattled on about the weather or something. Mrs. Wong nodded like she knew what she was saying. Mr. Hopper really liked his cake.

I went back to the table and joked we could split the last piece four ways. Then another knock at the door. Finally Mr. Wong was here. I told Nana she better get in there before Mom offered him some cake. Well, wouldn’t you know….it was too late! Mom, Mrs. Wong, Mr. Wong and Mr. Hopper sat in our den chowing down on cake after Nana gave him the last piece. Dad reluctantly got up to see what Mr. Hopper wanted, (he wanted to see if we had an extra phone as theirs had gone out) and Nora and I did the dishes. Nana vowed to never be low on cake again. I think the next year she made 3 for us.

Tivo Auto Delete Flag Returning?

I love Tivo and I was using it way before many people “discovered it”.  I had the first generation of Tivo…made under Sony which even the remote was different then.  That first unit I made a very forward thinking decision in purchasing the lifetime subscription plan.  Since then I’ve been able to purchase later models but the monthly fee has been at a lower price.

That said, one thing that makes me nervous is Tivo giving into broadcasters and placing restrictions on the content we record.  Two years ago an “Auto Delete” flag showed up on some Tivo models nation wide, giving the viewer only a limited time to watch their recording.  It went away as quickly as it showed up, Tivo insisting it was a “glitch!”

Now reports are coming in that the auto delete flag is returning on episodes of Star Trek.  Sure, make jokes all you want but if this isn’t a glitch and it’s another test…chances are we are going to be seeing this a lot more often.

More Nick Fantasy…

Ok, so I’ve got a huge problem.  I can’t quit thinking about Nick/Nicole.  It’s all these testing of random couples and what’s irritating is Nick isn’t getting included PERIOD.  So it’s like it’s up to me!

Anyway, three more chapters written today. Forgive me for the green talk, but I try to write as close to canon as they do, hopefully it isn’t as overbearing as it’s coming across in the show.

My fantasy pairing

Well for those of yo uwho haven’t heard, Dena Higley recently blogged and specifically called Nick out by name saying and I quote:

Nick fans take heart. Good stuff is coming!

So I hope that means he is getting his own story whether that is with Roscoe Born, a new love interest or follow up to the disheartening ending of Chick.

However, since she was so literally vague, I’m starting to lose my good high but thought I would go ahead and write up my  latest story of my fantasy couple: Nickole.  I don’t normally write outside of canon like this, at least pairing off people who have no chance in hell in getting together but I couldn’t help it.  This idea just intrigues me so and it’s the only pairing that has a chance of overtaking my earlier love for Chick.

So check out the main page or the first “episode”.

What Not to Do When Meeting a Celebrity

The following is a personal anecdote from my life which I’ve been setting about to blog, just finally got around to it. This happened a few years ago and I feel like I’ve told the story hundreds of times. It’s on how I managed to piss off my distant cousin Dixie Carter who had graciously invited us to her house around Christmas. To give you the full idea I must talk about the day as a whole.

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