Things I Won’t Miss About My Soaps

October 13, 2011 ~ JodiLea

True to my word last week, I managed to drop my scheduled daily recordings of my soaps. I still have saved ones that I’m watching while in the kitchen, or folding laundry in the living room. I have 16 episodes left (8 for each soap). I hate to admit it, but I have started to worry about said soaps. Will the trial be over in eight more episodes? Will I miss Victoria and Billy running into each other? Important crap like that.

I am coping with this pre-abstinence behavior by focusing on what I won’t miss about my soaps. There are many things, actually. Today’s episodes (1 of each) reminded me of some of the really annoying ones..

Like that damned Chloë – I can’t stand her constant whining. Every day it’s something. Jill and Catherine are still fighting after 39-years, and just when you think that Jill has found her true mother – you’re wrong.

And we have spent WAY too many episodes listening to everyone in town going on and on about Hope’s virginity. Especially Hope. She is so sickly-sweet that I have to inject more insulin when watching her.

Sharon and Nicholas Newman That reminds me of Sharon Newman’s too sweet to be true personality. I will miss seeing her ex, Nicholas, though. Yum. But I digress…

What is with Ridge Forrester’s haircut? Are they making him look like an old fuddy-duddy on purpose, or was it a horrible accident? Then there is Stephie Forrester. I love her new haircut. But when is somebody going to shoot the bitch? I am so tired of her I’m-a-little-princess attitude and her slutty ways. I suspect she is the progeny of Taylor and Bill Spencer, but I’m not going to wait around for that revelation.

And don’t get me started on Victor Newman. Just don’t.

Confessions of a Soap Opera Addict

October 7, 2011 ~ JodiLea ~ 3 Comments

I must wean myself off the damned things. My DVR is starting to fill up, and hubby and I have a lot of network shows that we tape. When your bedtime is 7:30pm you tape everything.

Eyes I do love my soaps! I got addicted all over again when I moved in with my mom last year. After she passed away, I moved back home and set my DVR to tape every episode. Watching them without mom was not as fun, and I should have quit then. But really good stuff was happening and I couldn’t let go yet. After they solve the mystery , I’ll stop taping them I told myself. And wouldn’t you know it, some other “can’t miss” exciting stuff started up before the mystery was over, so I had to continue on. ..

Pocket Watch I tape and save, but don’t watch them. Well, I do watch them when hubby is working on his shop (a.k.a. man cave), or before he gets home from work. But today I watched 2 days worth out of 30. I am starting to stress over how many I have to watch to catch up. I wonder what my therapist would say about that. Never mind. I know what she would say, and she would be blunt about it too.

I decided that I will turn off the auto recording of the soaps. I can watch the 28 days worth at my leisure. Then go back to checking in with them on the occasional holiday or sick day when I’m home during the week. But no more recordings! I will just have to put up with the advertisement breaks every 7 minutes.

I’m glad that quitting soap operas will be easier than quitting nicotine. Nothing in this world is tougher than giving up cigarettes. Nothing.

The Journey To The Other Side

September 30, 2011 ~ JodiLea ~ 2 Comments

September is National Menopause Awareness Month…

That goodness it’s nearly over. I feel overly aware myself. I passed along this awareness to co-workers, Crazy Chicks and my dear readers, so I feel like I did my part. Now I can begin research on October’s subjects of awareness. There’s got to be one more fun…

(If you haven’t had enough – More about menopause at Lifescript.com.)

As I journey to the other side (of youth and womanhood), I keep fighting what is happening to my body and my mind. The more I fight, the unhappier I become. Inside I feel 30-years old, but now my body is telling me it’s a lot older than that. Not subtlety either.

For example, this week my bad (“bulging” is the term the spine doctor uses) disc screams at me when I chose to change my position slightly. I say “Oh!”, “Yikes!”, “Eek!” very often. Occasionally, a sharp and sudden pain warrants a good old-fashioned “#&*%@!!” or even a “*&^#$$@@!” – yelled out loud at great volume. The sharp pain I expect (because I attempt to move), warrants those words, but mostly they stay in my brain and don’t exit my mouth.

The only thing I want hubby to do to me is massage my neck (it tenses when disc acts up). That and fetch my ice-pack and 800 mg of Ibuprofen when it’s time for them. It’s probably time for a spinal steroid injection again. That is a whole different blog post in itself.

This is not the romantic week-end hubby and I looked forward to all week. Sigh. Contrary to what young people think, it isn’t being married a long time that dulls the desire to have sex.

It’s the pain.