And so it begins. The television season is over and I start working my way through the five stages of grief:

1. Denial-"What are you talking about, of course there's going to be a new episode of The Office on next Thursday. They would never show us a Jim/Pam kiss and then make us wait months for a resolution!"

2. Anger-"Son of a bee sting! I have to wait on pins and needles to see if Locke and Eko are alive but I can see all I want of 'So you think you can dance?' (Shannon-no way am I watching that crap-not for all the chocolate-covered pretzels in the world)

3. Bargaining-"Look here ABC, you give me a sneak peek at some Grey's Anatomy episodes and I'll make it worth your while."

4. Depression-"Why have you forsaken me?












5. Acceptance-"Oh well, I guess I have to get a life sometime. At least I've always got One Life to Live. Is there nothing that soap operas can't fix?!"


I realize only Josie and AM will be able to appreciate the following but I was walking down the street yesterday and "From a Distance" came on the radio. I was having such a hard time controlling myself that I started tearing up from all the effort to keep from laughing hysterically. Oh yes, God is watching us.


I'll be at the beach with the fam this week (and more importantly with this little beauty----->) so no blogging for a while, although that's really nothing new right? Then it's off to Chapel Hill where my pal Lauren will finally make an honest man out of Brian at what is sure to be a beautiful wedding. Lauren, if you still read this, CONGRATULATIONS!! I hope you like my present!


P.S.-Shannon, don't let my mom's comments on the last blog freak you out. It's just the written equivalent of her cat voice. As far as I know, she has no immediate plans to kidnap Baxter. But just to be safe, you may want to consider installing a security system.