The Choir - "Guilty Pleasure"

I have started watching a great show on BBC America. It is called The Choir. It is about a choir director who takes a group of kids from a blue collar high school and teach them how to work together and become a classical singing choir. It is really touching and I have to admit that I find myself laughing and crying while watching this. If you want a reality show (documentary), with a little substance I would recommend this.

In fact, I've found that there are a number of shows on BBC America that I've started watching and really enjoy such as:

The Choir

Dr. Who

Being Human

Come Dine with Me

Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares

All of these shows bring me joy...sadly, I don't really need to get caught up in watching more television...this whole DVR is killing me because this doesn't even include all of the American television that I also watch!!

Broken Foot = Broken Heart

Okay, so, it turns out the toe isn't actually broken (see Death Wish). I did go to the podiatrist today and learned that while I did probably sprain it, it ain't broke. I did mush the cartilage between the joints and bruised the bone, which is what is causing the swelling and pain to continue. The cure is to basically suck it up and deal...well not quite but close. I shouldn't wear shoes that put any pressure on my toe. I'm not to go barefoot nor am I to wear flip-flops. I have been told to wear stiff-soled shoes, preferably athletic shoes. This means I cannot wear ANY of my favorite fun, cute, hot shoes for at least a month...this breaks my heart.

The "good" thing....I'll be rocking the dork look at the office for the next month while I wear sexy New Balance with work clothes, heck maybe I'll pull out the totally dorkiness and wear them with skirts.

Tomorrow I go to the eye doctor for the first time in a decade, can only wait to find out when I'll be rockin' the glasses....

Couple of Things

I don't really have much to talk about these days. Things in my life are pretty calm and relaxing, none too exciting. And, I'm okay with that.

I am going today to go buy a grill for Casa ABBA. I'm getting this for a couple of reasons.

1. It is the thing you do when you have a backyard...you grill.
2. My family is coming over to see the place and celebrate August birthdays (Dad and BIL).
3. I'm sick and tired of eating frozen dinners and it cooking indoors heats the house up way too much, so I figure I'll get a grill and learn to cook with fire....cook up a whole bunch of chicken on Sunday afternoon and be set for meals for the week.

The oxymoron part of this whole idea is that I have a HUGE fear of fire. I guess you could say I am Pyrophobic (thank you Wikipedea). Over the years, though I have learned to conquer this fear. I mean, I'm living with a gas stove now, which means whenever I want to scramble an egg, I gotta create a flame. I've come to appreciate candles being lit, although I always make a couple of laps around the house before I leave or go to bed just to make certain that they are all blown out and yes, I do check them multiple times (I guess that is the OCD in me).

So, aside from getting a grill and learning how to actually cook on it there really isn't much excitement in my life....and I'm okay with that.