And here it is, #101... Fill in the Blank Friday!

Alright, so I couldn't resist.  The author of one of my favorite blogs does a fun carnival called "Fill in the Blank Friday" and I LOVE today's topic.  So click her button above if you want to see the origins and here I go...

You get to answer the question yourself on YOUR blog and link it back to HER blog, or leave a comment for me on this post and so on (I think)... 

So here's this week's question:

The children's show I can't stand is_____________.
But the show I secretly like is _________________.


The show I can't stand is Spongebob Squarepants.  OMG give it a rest.  10 years of absolute crap. Mind-numbing, poorly animated, stupid garbage.  Ren and Stimpy couldn't have deficated and produced a bigger mound of poo.  AND IT'S EVERYWHERE.  He's not cute.  It's not funny.  It's gross and inappropriate and all around LAME.   I get offended when people give my kid Spongebob stickers.  I hate when it's playing in doctor's offices. And I despise that whenever my child sees it, he is totally mesmerized by it.  Ick.  Go away.

Also on my list of grating crap that I can't stand (which is very long and this list is by no means all-inclusive):  Dora, Diego, Special Agent Oso (though, only because the animation style really bugs me), actually, most Nick shows, and everything on Cartoon Network.  My kids aren't old enough to torture me with the Disney 'Tween shows, but when they are, add those to the list too.


BUT, the show I secretly like is Imagination Movers.  And not just because I have a giant crush on Mover Rich, but because it's a genuinely enjoyable show with good values and likable people.  I don't like many other shows that showcase adults, like The Wiggles (creepy) and PeeWee (shudder) but the Movers are just cute, friendly, fun dudes.  And their music is catchy and fun.  In fact, Imagination Movers is usually on when I get back from dropping Jack off at school so I leave the TV on while I nurse the girls and I rarely change the channel... partly because it's nice background noise, there's nothing else on the other channels, and a little bit because I like to watch Mover Rich the show itself.

On my list of likes: Little Einsteins, Micky Mouse Clubhouse (though annoying, has great concepts for learning), Word World, Super Why, Dinosaur Train, the Backyardigans, Thomas the Tank Engine and occasionally, Sid the Science Kid.


Phew, thank you for indulging my rant on Spongebob.

What about you?  Join in the blog hop or leave your opinions in my comments?  Do tell!

A Moment

So I posted a little while ago about how I'm an idiot for continuing to watch my "estrogen-y" shows and reducing myself to tears every Thursday. Well, this week I figured I'd be prepared. I DVR'ed Greys so I could watch it during the day with Jack awake so I could see him running around and get annoyed with him when he chucked Thomas figurines at me and it would take some of the gut-wrenching-ness out of watching his TV counterpart spiral downhill, only to be saved in the nick of time...

FAILURE.

Didn't work AT ALL.

Instead, I scooped Jack into my arms for a huge hug which he initially resisted so I said, "No, you're not going anywhere!" and held him tighter... then I realized the profundity of what I had just said and I think he felt my desperation because he threw his arms around my neck and gave into the embrace as I sobbed against his fluffy little head saying, "not going anywhere" over and over. Yes, I am this pathetic. After a few minutes of this disgusting display of hormones, Jack leaned back in my lap and looked at me, as if to say, "Dude, you going to be alright?" Well of course seeing his quizzical blue eyes searching my face for an answer as to why I'm melting down made me dissolve into more tears and iterations of "I love you". I think he quickly gave up trying to understand me (smart boy) and decided instead to wipe my tears away. Yes, my not-even-two-year-old was sitting on my lap wiping tears off (a little brutally... might have been a combination of wiping tears away and slapping sense into me) my stupid face... all because I can't stop watching Grey's Anatomy. It was a futile effort since his sincerity just made me cry harder. Eventually he rolled his eyes and gave me his Eeyore like, "Fine, if this is what it takes to get you to shut up, take my lovie." I did calm down because he needed me to.

I am so pathetic it's unreal.

Dare I even try watching Private Practice? Of course I will. Because I'm LAME. Oh, and in two weeks they're combining the two shows for a special estrogen-y "EVENT". Fantastic. I'll watch it and hate myself for it.

My "Stories"

Alright, so I'm addicted to some pretty estrogen-y TV shows... don't scoff, you are too. Grey's, of course, and also Private Practice... I mean, there are others, like House, The Office and 30 Rock that make the roster, but really the first two are the estrogen-y ones I have to watch by myself because Justin pretty much refuses. Sometimes I can get him into Grey's but never, ever Private Practice.

That really means that I have to watch them alone. And given the estrogen-y-ness of them, along with my pregnancy hormones, alone is not the best way to watch shows intended to slay your heart in every imaginable way. It's like the shows' creators are the sick, twisted rejects of the Hallmark-card writer's family...

Thanks to the magic of DVR, I just caught up on Thursday night's new episodes of both and man, I really REALLY wish I hadn't done so while Jack was sleeping in his crib upstairs, far away from the reach of my hug-seeking arms.

First of all, did the dying kiddo in Grey's really have to be named Jackson? Really? Jack had surgery on his kidney on January 15th of last year... that's coming up this week and although he's fine now, I can't help reflecting on how rough that really was. "Jackson"? Come on. Unfair.

Secondly, thank you, Private Practice, for that kid dying of measles. Why isn't it ever a cute little girl? (Not that girls are expendable, not saying that here!) Every single time something bad happens to a little boy, I see my little boy's face in the story. I'm far from being a paranoid mom, but geez, it was like a double whammy this week! I had no Justin to reassure me that I was just being hormonal and lame, I had no Jack to squeeze and cuddle and annoy with my neediness... I had nothing but the back of the couch to absorb my mascara stains and irrational sniffling.

Holy moly.

And of course, I'll be back for more next week. What is wrong with me?