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Day 137 My TV Living


 

May is Bike Month!  Yay!  I get to ride my bike to work now and get little internet medals.  I will do it.  I signed up for 200 miles this May.  I did 150 last year and I had to ride 90 miles the last 9 days to make the goal.  But I made it.  Yeah some say it’s about the journey but I journeyed hard those last days to make a goal I set for myself.  I will parse it out a bit better this month, or so I say.   I do love riding my bike and since I’m getting fatter this is the perfect time to get on it every day! 

I ordered some low-carb cookbooks from Amazon yesterday and will try to alter my diet.  I don’t eat badly, I just don’t really eat well.  Half the time I skip lunch and I don’t think that’s healthy.  Then I’m starving and I take a small bag of Fritos hostage.  No mercy for that sack of corn chips.  Of course I down it with a Rock Star or a Monster so I’m planning my night’s restless sleep as well.  I try to make dinners for myself but Trader Joe’s just makes it too easy to prepare what I call non-processed meals.  Right, Trader Joe’s meal are just as healthy as home cooking?  Oooh those Chicken Verde burritos at 2 ½ minutes are a gourmet’s delight.  Slather on some of their house salsa, a bunch of chips (not Fritos’ this time) and my night is golden.  And since it’s just me and my dinner trauma, I sit on the couch in front of the TV and watch Supernatural while I’m eating.  Hell I could chew off the tip of my finger my attention is so spent at that moment.

Ry turned me on to this TV event.  Supernatural.  Two brothers hell bent on killing every ghost, ghoul, demon, garden troll, dragon, succubus to ever dare touch down in the US.  I never heard of it and then I found that they’re in the 10th season so of course I downloaded every season and am now in the middle of the 7th.  That’s all in less than 2 months.  I’ve watched over 100 episodes of this crap and am hooked like a teenage runaway on old man lies.  Sam and Dean cleaning our vents, basements, attics, sheds, airports, hospitals of anything rogue or south of human lineage.  Of course it’s corny, idiotic but it has grown on me and I have laughed out loud at some of their antics.  It’s not a bad show and it’s warming me up for “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” next.  Ha ha.  But if you watch Buffy, then you have to dove-tail “Angel” at about the 4th season to get the whole experience.  Sadly I’m preparing for my senior living I think.

I have turned into a TV freak these past few years.  I haven’t given up on books though.  I have 4 open right now and am always poking my nose into one of them at least once a day.  So it’s not all pixels and mayhem.  My new favorite show is “Penny Dreadful” with Eva Green and Timothy Dalton.  It’s a Showtime show and it has all my favorite monsters in it.  Frankenstein, the Wolfman, naked vampire chicks, wow!  It’s got everything.  I like Grimm and Walking Dead too.   Hmm I’m starting to sense a pattern here.  I guess for normal people shows I like The Americans, House of Cards (only seen Season 1), Elementary and the British Sherlock Holmes.  Any women out there getting turned on by the excitement in this guy’s life is?  Huh?  Yeah?  No?  Just as well.  I’ll just eat my nutmeg chew sticks on bulgar wheat bags, pray that my cholesterol goes down by the scares exercising me and that all the wonderful gifts of life will rain down on me as soon as I get out of the house.

1.       I’m grateful for my beautiful sister, Tanya, in my life.

2.       I’m grateful that I’m learning about Sacramento allergies.     NOT.

3.       I’m grateful that my life is generally good today.

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