i shot jr

it's just going to be the year all the way around of me meeting my soap opera loves.

first, i saw kevin dobson not once but twice in 12 angry men. then, i got to see michele lee in mame and eating a cupcake. in october, i am going to california for fan source weekend to meet almost the entire cast of dallas and share a lovely dinner with them. and now, i am going to dallas in november for a 30th anniversary barbecue at southfork ranch. i wasn't going to do the reunion because after all, i am not exactly sure where i am going to come up with the money for these last two trips. the neurotic dallas fan in me could not resist so i may end up selling my body on the streets for the money to go.

i have been watching dallas almost as long as i can remember. friday nights went like this in my house: 8:oo was dukes of hazard, 9:00 was dallas, and 10:00 was falcon crest. i can vividly remember the night bobby ewing died. my mother and i cried as if our best friend had died and we just weren't sure how we were going to be able to survive the grief. i remember the next season, i had pneumonia. i was sicker than i have ever been in my life. my mom slept with me on the leather pull-out bed in the den. i can remember us snuggled up and watching pamela ewing wander through the jungle looking for emeralds. good times. dallas is such a happy memory from my childhood. ironically, the dallas barbecue is going to be held on mary heater's birthday. i think she would be proud.

in other news, i have had a suck ass week. i have a new feeling and rant i could go on about people who are stuck in a cube hell and are downtrodden at work. without a doubt, i am working in the worst office environment i have ever been in. for those of you who know some of the crazy ass stories of the people i have worked with, you will know i don't say that lightly. people are told when they can take a break and when they can go to lunch and when they can pee. they are told what to wear. god forbid if their pants come any higher than their ankles. of course, it is acceptable for upper level management to walk around with their breasts hanging out. every move is scrutinized, they are never praised for what they do right, but they are constantly told what they are doing wrong. very few people are friendly, and i can almost understand why. but that's another whole rant because i just don't ever think it is acceptable to just not be nice. i can see how somebody working in this kind of environment would absolutely lose their minds. i feel pretty low emotionally after being in this environment all week. the saving grace of it all is that i am sitting in a pod with the coolest people in the whole joint. you know what makes them cool? they are not bitter old cranky nurses. i'll just leave it at that.

i finished two books this week: the gospel according to sydney welles and around the world with auntie mame. i have been reading a lot more and watching a lot loss t.v. except for last night and today, i got so excited about going to dallas that i am sucked into a dallas marathon. this morning, i listened to patrick duffy and linda gray's commentary on "a house divided" and then i had a little gary and val moment on "no more mr. nice guy". speaking of dallas, i am going to be on the hunt for a good i shot jr tee-shirt and maybe a cowgirl hat. i just feel that i can't go to dallas without either.

that's all my saturday updates for now!