Thank God the holidays are over! Don’t get me wrong, I love the whole leading up to it part and even the actual days, but once it is over I am good and ready for it to get over. The decorations are all down and stored for the year and my household is mostly back in order. Next thing is to get the kids back into school (they dont’ go back until Jan 8th! WTF?? - I really think this is a way to speed up the homicide/suicide rate in Georgia!) I am always excited for them to start xmas break, because then I don’t have to get up at the crack (6am) to get them off to school. But, good God, I really want them to go back to school and get out of my hair when it is almost over - 6am is sounding pretty damn good right about now.
Since the kids have been at home I haven’t spent as much time at my computer. The kids have had the TV on a lot more than I normally do, so I have noticed a few things that I hate about TV. First and foremost, I hate this guy, Billy Mays, that is on a crap load of these quicky (not quick enough!) infomercials.
Tell me why he has to YELL! He makes my head want to explode. I want to tie him up in a dungeon and water board (whatever the hell that is) him! You know damn well that the products he sells are crap. Does he yell to try to distract people from the crap he is spewing about? Is it some sort of hypnotic technique they are using to get people to pick up the phone and order this shit? I dont’ know, but I swear the the FCC needs to do something about him. It’s just not right!
The second thing I have figured out is that I REALLY, REALLY hate Rachel Ray. I don’t really watch her to begin with, but since Tal is obsessed with Food Network she had her on several times over the past few weeks. She makes me want to shove pens in my ears and gouge out my eyes. Seriously, how does this chick have several shows on Food Network, her own talk show, cookbooks coming out her ying yang and her face on all kinds of products at the grocery store. I swear to God if I here her say EVOO, instead of having to go throught the laborious task of annunciating the words “extra virgin olive oil” one more time, I will hire a hit man to rub her out. And dont’ even get me started on her stupid comments and the never ending flailing arm movements (is she epileptic?)
Did I already say how much I HATE her? She can not possibly just love all the food she just tasted. It’s like watching my friend Kristina eat sushi, which she really does love! I can just imagine that this is how she must act in bed when she is faking it. Ewww…! (I know you had a creepy visual right there!) And, how long until we read that she is in rehab for her obvious drinking problem?
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