Superbowl Sunday

Steelers won.  Do I care?  Honestly, I had no opinion.  I have never gotten the whole "football thing."  To me it seems silly that grow men get paid ridiculous sums of money to play a game – and yes I think it is just a game.  Don’t bother trying to convince me otherwise.  I don’t understand the game, and I don’t want to. 

I was more excited to watch Grey’s Anatomy after the game.  Oh my goodness!  I am obsessed with this show.  I’m not sure how it happened.  I wasn’t going to even watch it, but like with Desperate Housewives, I watched one episode and was immediately hooked.  Tonight’s episode was just – Oh My Goodness!  I won’t ruin it for those of you who Tivo, but, yeah, it was a good episode.  Then again they all are.  Plus it was a cliff hanger…they are killing me.

There are very few shows that have to watch.  Grey’s Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, and Gilmore Girls – I guess those would be my shows.  I don’t seem to have much time for television anymore.  There seems like there are a lot of new shows on – are any of them "must see?" 

The only other show I watch semi-reguarly is Days of Our Lives.  I know, I know, it’s a crazy soap opera, but my grandma started watching it the very first episode.  She watched it faithfully every day of her life.  I remember watching it with her when I was home from school and during summer break.  My mom used to get mad at my grandma for allowing me to watch such"filth."  Then as I got older, I got interested in the stories on the show, and my grandma and I would watch it together and talk about what we thought would happen next.  The show isn’t as good as it used to be, but I still watch.  Every time I do, as silly as it sounds, I feel connected to her again.  It was something that only her and I shared.  No one else in my family watched it – just us.  I still miss my grandma more than anything, and anything I can do to make me feel close to her, well, I do.

Gee – This was a rambling post.  Yeah, my brain just kind of goes from one thing, to the next, to the next, to the next…

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