Pass the tissue. I'm watching Lifetime.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Last night I stayed up watching a movie on Lifetime. Homeless to Harvard, something like that. Starring Thora Birch? I should have known better. I did know better. I knew I'd probably end up crying, with puffy eyes and a pile of tissues next to me. But I watched it anyways. Christopher would pop his head around the corner, into the room off and on, just to make sure I wasn't drowning in a self-made pond of tears. My hormones have kicked in full throttle, and it looks like its going to be a bumpy 7-8 months. I cried for probably an hour. What a good movie though. I could connect with the character in a few ways, but not nearly on the same level. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. But make sure you watch it with a big box of Kleenex, or ghetto-style roll of toilet paper. Ghetto-style is my tissue of choice. And when I'm done blowing my nose, I stuff the crumpled up balls of tissue inside the cardboard tube in the middle of the roll of toilet paper. Does anyone else do that? Its so tacky. I used to get chronic sinus infections when I was a kid, so I was always carrying around toilet paper with me, with nowhere to toss my "snot rags", as my mom would call them. Gross. I'm going to have to try really hard not to call them that while my kids are growing up.

So in conclusion. The only show I should be allowed to watch on Lifetime, is Still Standing. Everything else will make me sob.

9 comments:

BeckyKay May 14, 2008 at 2:07 PM  

You're so funny!

I have lots to tell you, so I'm not blogging about that stuff yet! LOL! I don't want to spoil my letter! :) (And, it's not what you're thinking!)

knitsteel May 14, 2008 at 3:54 PM  

We call 'em snotrags in this house...
Just hide the vibrators when the kids start crawling, and not under the bead.

Karma by Morgan May 14, 2008 at 4:54 PM  

hahahha thats great! my friends and I would watch a movie that was on lifetime all the time "she's too young" a coming of age tale...haha. we cried or were deeply disturbed by all the movies on there. I resort to watching only when I know I am the mood to cry too - i know better ;)

good luck!

missfire May 14, 2008 at 10:26 PM  

They're snotrags here, too. And I carry toilet paper - but only because I buy the good stuff. I sometimes stuff them in the roll; but more often, I toss them in the general direction of the wastebasket. Hubby would rather I stuff them :).

Christopher And Tia May 15, 2008 at 9:04 AM  

Becky ohmygosh I HAVE TO KNOW!

Really, my mom isn't the only person that calls them snot rags? Hahah. That makes me feel a little better. and yay other people stuff them in the roll!

knitsteel- oh we've already had baby-finds-vibrator incidents. TOO FUNNY.

Crafty Mama May 15, 2008 at 11:53 AM  

I so do that too! It's a convenient place to hide the snotty ones.
Hubby used to go to bed with a strip of TP hanging out of his nose (I guess he was too lazy to blow) until one morning I woke up with it attached to my face. NO MORE!
BTW- We call spit-up rags used for noses snot rags here.

Art Kitten May 15, 2008 at 2:18 PM  

yep, my ghetto roll is filled to the brim with snot rags.

Diana May 15, 2008 at 4:50 PM  

I hate Lifetime.

It's not that I don't love to cry. I'm a big crier. I wallow in the mood, mucous taps to the max and wail until my eyes swell to ruddy slits and even I am embarrassed at the state of me.

But Lifetime has this formula. I hate it. They do these movies that involve underage victims, murder/deception, and vengeance by a woman. It's so cliche. The titles are all like, Ttoo young, too dead my darling" or something like that.

Me, give me a tragic foreign film. Or hey: have you seen Bjork's "Dancer in the Dark?" I double dare you to watch that. I sobbed so hard at the end that no sound came out. All the way through the captions.

Stephanie Martinsen May 16, 2008 at 1:22 AM  

I've never watched Lifetime much. Mr. H-Pets calls it by a not nice name that I'll pass on typing out right now.

Dancer in the Dark is amazing. And really flippin' sad. I felt like someone scraped out my insides.

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