Feet On the Ground

Today is Father’s Day.

Usually a day that I spend in bitterness and self pity. For the first time in probably, well, ever, I’m totally thankful for what I have rather than focusing on what I missed. I’ve been realizing lately how much God has restored to me or blessed me with that totally makes up for what I might have lacked in the past. And it has turned out to be a very busy celebration for me, and I said Happy Father’s Day!!!! to all of the following with unaffected gusto and sincere love:

Papaw has been coming to church for the past several weeks and today was no exception. After the praise and worship, I took him to breakfast.

I texted a very dear friend who has played somewhat of a strange father/uncle role in my life for the past year and whose guidance I now find a completely vital part of my life (even though I often ignore it).

Although I hug almost everyone, I don’t have a hugging relationship with the band leader at church. No idea why, it just never happened. I think it’s because he’s too hyper. Anyway, we have joked for the past couple of years that I’m his stepdaughter because I get slightly adopted when we go on choir trips. So I gave him a giant squeeze today when he least expected it.

I called my uncle who has been around though my entire life, stood by me through everything, and showed me no less love than he bestowed on his own daughters.

I took my stepdad to the movies today. Just us. Might seem small to some, but that’s his favorite thing to do and we don’t get out to do stuff alone very often. We had a blast.

But most importantly, I totally rocked out at church this morning and praised harder than I have in months to let my ultimate Father know how much I truly treasure Him.

I. love. my. fathers.

Happy Father’s Day to all of the awesome dads out there who truly love people- even those that aren’t their own children.

Also, an extremely happy birthday to my beautiful state of West Virginia. Yes, it is a state of its own and has been for 147 years. It’s my beloved home. We have country people, DELICIOUS food (Jamie Oliver sucks!), a really cool bridge, beautiful sights, poor towns, curvy roads, snowy peaks, couch burning Satanists, legal snake handling, coal, too many rednecked Democrats, knights and ladies, bad cell service due to mountains, close families and bad grammar. We endure the bad because there’s so much good and know that even though we get horrible media portrayal, we’re diamonds amidst all that coal dust (which keeps your lights on).

Thanks, WV, for treating me well. I’m proud to be a part of you, even though I’m hopping the state line for law school! Couldn’t make myself go to Morganhole. Sry. Wubs?

Tags: father

I try to have faith, to be strong, to believe it will okay, and to keep pressing on even though I’m miserable and terrified.

Sometimes I can’t.

Sometimes I just cry and cry and cry and cry because I have no hope that things will get easier.

Tags: fear, nightmare, pain, uncertainty

Summer TV started tonight. USA has cornered that market and I have been looking forward to new episodes of my shows. Of course, nothing can top my boys from Psych but until they come back I’ll be satisfied with my Michael Westin posse, HankMed and Matthew Bomer’s ridiculously blue eyes.

At times, it could be accurately said that I love TV more than breathing. I can’t seem to get enough of it. I find Michael Ausiello to be the biggest tool of the web but I envy his job SO much. He does nothing but watch TV and write about it. Entertainment Weekly, if you’re looking for someone prettier and far less annoying than Aus, I don’t have to go to law school.

Burn Notice and Royal Pains are a really odd pairing for the same night. I know that USA was trying to boost RP’s Nielsen ratings by using the Burn lead-in, but pairing an awesome show with a pretty good show makes the contrast look even worse. I think it would have worked better to pair Burn and White Collar (to better prepare for the crossover episode that better happen or I will take a page from Fiona’s book and go trigger happy) and then run RP with Covert Affairs or In Plain Sight (which to its credit is stronger this season than ever before) while leaving Psych on Wednesdays. Burn and Psych have pretty rabid fans while RP seems to pick up casual viewers. Ah, well, what do I know? Rather than running a network, I’m not getting paid to blog!

Regardless, tonight was a good night of premieres and I’m excited to see where the seasons go. Burn started off with a bang and several booms right away, which is a good sign in my eyes. I love the action. I loved seeing Michael come in and hug Madeline. I loved how Sam and Fiona just roped him into a little mission right away with no fanfare regarding his return. I loved how Big Ed put the biker jacket on Winston at the end. I love that I wished Michael had shot Vaughn when he had the chance but am also glad that he didn’t. I did not love that a 43 minute episode seemed to last about 3 minutes.

With Royal Pains, I loved seeing Evan’s antics finally return. He doesn’t need to be sad. I loved that Hank punched his dad in the face because I have neither the strength or opportunity to punch my own father. I hated, and I mean HATED Jill’s outfit. I mean, ick. I hated the entitled surgeon. I loved Spencer. I love that Mary Lynn Rajskub is going to be a future patient. I liked that Hank is going to make some headway with Boris. I hated that Evan sold his car because, well, I have epic car lust. I will be infuriated if Divya leaves. I still love Evan, and I still am not very moved by Hank’s character. I don’t know if it’s the actor or the character, but he’s falling flat for me. It’s probably the hair (Shawn Spencer would agree).

Despite my RP criticism, I’m incredibly thrilled that summer TV is starting and filling up my roster. I have eps of several shows that I haven’t seen yet from this spring, but I need to get crackin’ because summer is starting to sizzle.

Tags: Burn Notice, Royal Pains