Shades of Grey

Ok, I'd like to start by saying that I don't normally blog about TV shows. Probably because I don't want to admit to how invested I get to a box. But Sundays episode of Greys Anatomy blew my mind. What initially got me sucked into the show was the fact that after what seemed like an intense emotional roller coaster, and this episode was obviously over...I would look at the clock to find that while I had already gone through my full hour long drama range of emotions, I still had 15-20 minutes left of show. How could they pack so much into 1 hour? Well lately that hasn't been the case. The hour was up and I was left hanging...wasn't there more? Where was the depth, the roller coaster I had become accustomed to? Had the writers peaked?
Sunday night my faith was restored. An entire hour of twists and turns...who knew the bomb would explode? And especially since I was sure the bomb squad guy would be Greys new love interest.
Wow, I think this post proves my long running belief that I am very lame and need to get a life. But if you are like me...lame in serious need of a life...check out Greys on Sunday night, you won't regret it.

Did you hear that?

When I was in college there were times that I would say something to a friend and then get frustrated that they ignored me and didn't answer. When in actuality, I had said it in my head, not out loud. There were even times when someone wouldn't respond that I would ask someone else near me if they heard me say something, just to make sure I had said it out loud and not in my head.
Today I had one of those flashbacks, where I am positive I spoke out loud. That I said "Good morning Ms. (according to HIPAA I can't reveal this persons identity). How are you doing this morning?". And I am met with silence...nothing. So I try again..."How is your day going so far? Ms. (you fill in the blank)." Again nothing...a stony silence. And what makes it worse is that there was no one else around for me to ask if they heard me. What if I have reverted back to thinking I have said something and actually its all in my head?
This could ruin me as a teacher...thinking I have taught lessons and the students never heard a word of my amazing lesson going on in my head.

This is not good, not good at all.

Bird interrupted....

I know its been forever...but lets put that behind us, and let me tell you about my Saturday afternoon.
So Saturday is my first day to sleep-in in months. After an amazingly lazy morning, I rolled myself down the stair onto the couch to watch the entire 5th season of Gilmore Girls. I'm laying on the couch enjoying the girls when I hear something. Something I haven't heard in ages...something I thought I may never hear again. Birds chirping...lots of birds, with lots of different chirps, all right outside my window. Then it hits me.
Its spring...I jump up...run outside where it is warm enough to no longer need shoes with roofs...that right sandal time is here because its spring. It hadn't yet occurred to me that it was still January.
I grab my phone to call a friend and make them listen to the birds in my backyard so that they can know its spring too...and I see something rather upsetting.

There right in my backyard on the first day of spring is a poor helpless bird flopping on the ground looking terribly pitiful, while another bigger bird jumps on top of the helpless bird. Then the big bird flies up into the air only to return to torment my new helpless friend.

Well, I know I can't allow bullying on the first day of spring in my own backyard so I begin to walk towards the birds to stop the insanity. When I get about 4 feet away they both look up at me in a look of horror and then fly off together in a circle pattern and I realize with horror what I have just done.

I interupted bird sex!!!
I am a bird sex cock blocker!

Not only that, but after I broke up the party...all of the other birds left my backyard. The word is out...if you are a bird and want to get it on...avoid my backyard. It makes me sad, because I miss the birds.