Once upon a time I used to follow Soap opera's faithfully. I remember the dreaded bus ride home knowing that I was going to miss 15 minutes of General Hospital. I would get off the bus and run as fast as I could with my overloaded backpack threatening to knock me over, my house key in my hand.
Back then we had 2 dogs Brandy and Tasha. The poor dogs didn't know what to think when I would rush in the door pretty much jumping over them just to get to the TV. I would only relax once I saw a glimpse of Luke or Laura, Vicki or Bo.
Jump to my pregnancy with Aaron. Now I am addicted to All My Children, One Life To Live, and General Hospital. I notice I have a problem when I want to arrange my doctor appointments around my shows. Sick! Of course NOTHING was going to make me stop watching my shows.
Enter Aaron...My attention span shrunk to the size of dehydrated pea. My shows were replaced by sleep. Squeeze it in when you can everyone told me. And then as he grew Barney (Yes I mean the purple dinosaur eek) took over. I had forgotten all about my beloved daytime programs.
This brings me to the present. I mentioned about a month or so ago that my schedule was changing. I went from working days to nights. Side note: This is about to change again at the end of June. More flexibility. Yay! I don't know how I got back to this fascination, but I found myself making Z-mans lunch/snack and I tuned in on purpose to watch AMC.
I can't believe that even though I haven't really paid attention at all I was able to pick up the story lines as if I were still 21. Oh and if you do follow this Soap Op then you already know that they killed off an endearing character. Yup I cried and that's when it hit me. What was I doing? I just shed tears for a long lost fictional friend. At least this time I didn't have to jump over the dogs. Jake and Farley are much too big for that.
Things to aide in your absorption of my drivel:
Once upon a time I was totally in love. It didn't work. I divorced him. I said I'd marry once and one time only. That's what I believe in. I thought I found my "Match". Hmph. He swept me off my feet, and then dropped me on my head so to speak. Reality check!
So I guess that I will eventually become that which I fear, the Cat Lady, the old maid, or the Old maid Cat lady.
Yeah..Yeah..I know. Chin up Lyn. You are too young to be giving up so soon.
I am so glad that I have my family, and friends!
Thank you...You guys Rock!