Friday, February 5, 2010

Thank you for being a friend...

As many of you who know me can attest, or for those who can read my description of this blog at the top of the page, you know of my ultimate unhealthy obsession.

We're talking about the original Sex and the City women, only it was a different city: Miami!

That's right, ladies and gentlemen it's time to discuss the loves of my life, The Golden Girls!

I honestly don't remember when I started loving this show so much. I mean, I remember watching it when I was little with my parents but of course I didn't understand anything that was happening. Then during my high school/college years Lifetime start showing reruns and I've never been the same.

I do have a bone to pick with the current channels airing the episodes though. WE, Hallmark Channel? Are you listening?


I don't care if you do have 189 commercials you must air during an episode. Make it work without harming my Girls! You are cutting some of the best one-liners out, plus making incredibly awkward edits. You've even edited out an occasional "damn." Don't deny it!

I recently heard that Rue McClanahan had a stroke. The quartet has already been decreased to a duo in just the past two years. While I heard she is recovering well, it still saddens me. She is the one Golden Girl that I've had the privilege to meet. I was working for a theatrical General Manager at the time and she was a close friend of his. When she came into the office my heart stopped for a moment. My boss introduced me and made sure to point out to Blanche, I mean Rue, that I was from the south. (I guess Kentucky is the south...maybe. Depends who you're talking to and where you are currently located.)

When she heard I was from the south she said to me, "You're from the south? And your name is Maia? Well, that's not a southern name. I'm going to call you Maia Sue."

Again, I nearly died of cardiac arrest.

Anyway, I watch these episodes now and I think about how groundbreaking this show really was. It dealt with issues that not many shows acknowledged at the time. Here were four women all over the age of 50 discussing their sex lives, the pains of getting older, same-sex marriages (hello, made in the 80s!) and who can ever forget Dorothy's battle with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome...

Seriously though, this show paved the way for a show like Sex and the City to be on the air! Samantha is our modern day Blanche, Miranda is Dorothy, Charlotte is Rose and I guess that makes Carrie the Sophia? Hmm, I might have to rethink that one...

Anyway, I know people make fun of me for my obsession with this show but I don't care. I'm sure 9 out of 10 of these people could probably hum the theme song if they thought about it.

Oh well, they can just keep right on judging me. Won't make me stop. I'm going to keep watching these reruns until they go off the air, and even then I'll have my DVDs to keep me entertained.

This is Maia Sue. Over and out.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Friend or Foe?

Oh Snooze Button, how I love you.

Oh Snooze Button, how I loathe you.

How can you be my friend and foe at the same time? Sometimes you are so good to me! You let me sleep that extra 9 (or 18, or 27) minutes and yet I am still able to wake up with enough time to get to work. Of course, this may or may not have to do with the fact that I purposefully set my alarm earlier than need be so that we can spend each morning together.

But what about those days when you just don't want to let me go? Like this morning? I love you too Snooze Button, but sometimes you just need to cut the cord, ok? I have to leave you, no matter how much I don't want to...

Maybe it's time we stop seeing each other all together Snooze Button. I mean, we've had a good run while it lasted but I have a feeling its starting to become an unhealthy relationship. It's getting harder and harder each morning for you to let me go and I think it might just be easier for us in the long run if we just completely sever ties now. Just go cold turkey, what do you think?

Just a thought.

Yeah, I thought not.

See you tomorrow dear Snooze Button.