True Blood and Mom

Hurray! My mom is visiting us this week! But it also means my True Blood obsession would be interrupted or would it? I had to know what happened to Eric? Was he going to feed on Sookie? And where did my Alcide go? These questions rumbled through my brain.

It was 8:45  pm my palms were sweaty, my addiction needed to be fuelled…I looked over my Mother was quietly reading her Debbie Macomber novel. This was my moment to escape downstairs to my one favorite summer show and see what would happened next!

Mr. MBA saw the look in my eye, he knew the intensity was more than the need for one drop of V! He watched as I arose from the chair, and nonchalantly said, “Well! I’m going to go watch True Blood! You can come watch it mom. I mean, well… If you want? But that book you are reading looks good! So I can understand if you just want to read.”

Mr. MBA piped up “Oh! You know she needs to go to her cave on Sunday for an hour. She might eat you alive if you disturb her!”

I rolled my eyes and bolted down the stairs, “Well! I have to go now!”

I successfully escaped, the awkward conversation, plopped on the couch, and then heard my mothers footsteps come down the stairs.

“I think I will watch it too”

“Oh! Okay! Just to give you the heads up its gory, raunchy, and is about vampires.”

“One of those strange shows…”

“Well! It’s fun! And I’m not the only one that watches it you know! Your other daughters do too!”

It was with that I settled in for questions and commentary. Yet, it didn’t happen…

She giggled, she laughed, and at the end her only response, “How could you watch such a strange show?”

“It’s your fault! You raised me to be strange!”

She sighed, “I believe you get that from your father’s side.”

Who knew watching True Blood with my mom could be so much fun!  I even suspect she may have watched a few episodes on her own from time to time…

What was your most odd TV or Movie moment with your parents?

Superstitions and Heart Break

As I finished “The Road to Damascus” the 18th episode of Carnivale on digital cable. It was with suspicion I sensed season 2 was coming to an end. Carnivale had become my first love this past month. I couldn’t bare to part with the sinister plot line.  I couldn’t contain myself! I wanted to google and see how many episodes I had until the season finale.

This is when my heartbreak began…I discovered that Carnivale was not a new HBO series! It ended in 2005! I wondered where have I been living? Under a Rock? Have I completely lost touch with pop culture? Is this what happens when you become a 24hr.chaffeur and soccer mom?

My heart sank! I have invested so much time into watching Season 1 and now as Season 2 coming to an end. I realize It will be the final end! I felt a heavy thud in my heart! I had been robbed of my new love! It was short, wonderful, and sweet. But I wanted more from this relationship!

Now, I wonder what will I watch? What will escape with at night?  I have been spoiled with its mysterious plot line of good vs. evil, the eerie cinematography, and the twisted character development.

I lamented to Mr. MBA upon my discovery!

“Can you believe it! It’s over in 2005. I thought this was a new series?”

Mr. MBA rolled his eyes “So your saying it’s over! There is only a couple of episodes left to go.”

“Yes!”

He let out a sigh of relief, “Thank God! I hated that show!”

“What do you mean you hated it?”

“It’s just creepy and your superstitious enough as it is! I didn’t need adding more fuel to the fire.”

“I’m not superstitious!”

“Yes! You are! What about all of that dream nonsense!  I’m not allowed to tell you any of my dreams until after breakfast because it could come true.”

“It could! You know what happens when I dream about Great Aunt Birdie! Nothing good ever comes of it.”

“See! You are superstitious! Plus, you talk in your sleep  every time you watch the show. It’s almost as bad as the time you were reading Alias Grace.”

“It was an eerie book! You would have weird dreams too!”

“My point exactly that’s why I don’t read or watch any of  it.”

” It? What do you mean it?”

“All that Artsy stuff.”

“Artsy stuff?”

“You know what I mean…”

It is with that I wandered downstairs with my bowl of popcorn and root beer float. I was ready to drown in my sorrows and  watch the next episode, sad with the knowledge, that my time with Carnivale was coming to a bitter-sweet end.

What TV show broke your heart with its sudden disappearance? Did it leave you feeling like its dirty mistress?

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