I hadn't watched Family Feud in the last few years (say 5 or 10), and last night I figured it would be light fare to have on while Hubby and I relaxed together. After 10 minutes I turned it off. The first question was "100 women were asked, What would you do if your husband came home and told you he wanted you to get a boob-job" and yes 'boob-job' was the phrased used. Then the host and the family guessing proceeded to make breast jokes. Really? I thought, well...one question...let's give it another try. The second question was "100 people were asked, What is something you don't want to see when you go into a hotel room and turn on the lights?" One response on the board, not a contestant's guess, was 'used condoms.' I was so turned off and disappointed. Game shows have always been something you could turn on with the kids around. No longer. Getting closer and closer to tossing the TV.
A few weeks ago the Associated Press had a story about the changes that are about to take place in the Roman Mass. The changes are all changes in word choice to make them closer to the original text...so not really that big of deal Granted some of the language we are about to use is not what one would hear in daily conversation. But the AP reported 'And so will begin a small revolution in a tradition-rich faith.' A revolution? Hardly. The changes are only taking place in English speaking Masses, the other languages translated the Mass more accurately when after Vatican II the Mass was put into the vernacular. And of course the AP quoted a priest who basically said the changes were stupid. If you're interested in seeing the changes here's a link. The one word that many will have trouble with is 'consubstantial', as part of the Nicene Creed. It used to be "one in being with."
I'm super excited for Thanksgiving. The Singer is driving home as I type this! She called a little while ago saying she's in Florida. That puts her 4 hours away. Looking forward to a relaxing weekend.
Since Sunday is the first day of Advent, we'll be getting all our Advent stuff out...Advent wreath, calendar, count-down tree with ornaments, etc. We'll wait till the 16th to get the Christmas decorations out (that's after the Imp is finished with exams). Usually when Advent starts is when I start feeling behind in everything, but this year Advent is actually 5 weeks long. Whew. As I baked pies today to freeze, I feel ahead of schedule. Of course, the whole Christmas giving thing is so overdone. I think Hubby has it right when he says what he wants is memorable experiences...take him to a ball game, or the movies, or the beach, or play board games. That is what makes good memories, not the stuff.
I watched Hoarders last night. If watching that doesn't make you want to downsize/declutter, nothing will. Hubby and I super-cleaned our bedroom yesterday (washed curtains, wiped down walls, the whole shebang). We have a box of stuff to give away. We still have way too much, but it's little steps. I have a problem with the premise of Hoarders because they set the person up for failure. It takes years to acquire all that stuff. That's years of some issue that causes the hoarding. The show brings in a psychologist and the psychologist tries to 'solve' the problem in two days WHILE the house is being cleaned. I know it makes it much easier and cheaper for the show. It just seems to me, if they really wanted to help these people, minimally they would have the psychologist have at least 3 or 4 sessions with the person before a whole team of people descend on the house with the intent of getting rid of most of what is there. It makes me think about the Imp. When she was 2 1/2 years old, she fell into a friend's pool (neither Hubby nor I was there). The parent was right there and jumped in and got her, but she developed a huge fear of water/swimming. At 3 1/2 I signed her up for swim lessons for a week. She spent the week on the steps. Now when I first was seeing this happen, I wanted to argue that she wasn't being taught how to swim. But, she needed to feel comfortable with the idea of swimming before she could listen to learn how. While she stayed on the steps, by the end of the week she would put her head under water and would jump off the steps to the instructor. I'm not sure she would have ever developed a true love of water if she had been forced to 'swim' before conquering her fear.
