My Viewing Pleasure: July 2008 Archives

Randy turned the tv on at noon, and the news was just coming on.

I've been watching It Takes a Thief on Discovery Channel for some time now; Randy and I really enjoy it.  The premise is that two former thieves who have turned their lives around now find homes or businesses whose security is sadly lacking.  They get the homeowners' permission to rob the place within 2 weeks.  The producers outfit the house and property with cameras to catch everything when it goes down.  Jon cases the place until he's ready to break in.  Matt observes from a van, where the footage from the cameras inside the house is being recorded.  After the robbery, Matt meets with the homeowners when they discover what's happened.  They watch the footage together, then meet Jon as he returns their stuff.  Once their vulnerability has been hammered home, a security guard is posted overnight, and then Matt comes back the next day and has state-of-the-art security measures tailor-made for the homeowners' needs installed at no cost.  Finally, Jon and Matt come back once more within a couple of weeks after the place is secured, and Jon tries to get in again, to see if the owners are actually using the security measures put in place for them.

It's a great show, but it has engendered some interesting dreams and a little paranoia.  It's about what you'd expect: people breaking into my house, often Jon and Matt themselves.  Nothing original.

Except for last night.

I dreamt that Matt was my prom date. 

He spiffed up nicely, was a lot of fun and we had a great time.

Go figure.

The next day, after the Slumber Party party, I had to go to a party being thrown by my SIL's future in-laws.  It was a combination engagement party, birthday party (for the father), college graduation for their 2nd son, and high school graduation for their third; Regina's marrying their oldest boy.

Busy day for them.

It was fun at first, especially after the party the night before, a party which was to be kept secret from Regina's family.  It was one of those "I know something you don't know" times, enjoyable in a juvenile sort of way.  But after awhile, I started to feel sick- a stomach/GI thing this time- and couldn't wait to get home.  I was sick the rest of the weekend, and am still not quite up to snuff yet.  I'm rapidly getting better, though, so no worries.  I still went to work for a few hours.

Now I just want to curl up here on the couch, read (The Expected One) and veg until the season openers of The Closer and Saving Grace tonight.  Finally something to look forward to on t.v. again!

Imagine my surprise when I opened my Netflix order- Sex and the City- only to find Free to be You and Me inside the protective sleeve.

Some kid out there is in for a surprise when they open their DVD rental...