The new Bachelor, Chris Soules, is a farmer from Iowa. He is looking for a wife to join him on the farm which, sadly, eliminated me from contention. Well, that plus my age (old) and present physical condition (semi-sloppy). But mostly it’s my city slicker-ness that kept me from auditioning for this season. Continue reading →
I’ll never be one of those people who say dismissively “oh, I don’t watch television.” (Or worse, “I don’t own a television.”)
In fact, I can’t even see myself ever giving up cable even though it’s all the rage to do so in favor of some combination of Hulu and Apple TV and online…like, stuff. So much of my TV viewing is done passively–my beloved Law & Order marathons on in the background while I work, blog, sleep, read and pretty much anything else.
Here in London, I’ve been struggling to find something to have on in the background during the times when I’m at my hotel. An American might think British TV would be all Masterpiece Theatre 24/7, right? Continue reading →
First, let me get the bad news out of the way: Captain Lee is spoken for. As in married.
The enigmatic silver fox is pretty dreamy so I wasn’t all that surprised. Who doesn’t love the strong, silent type!
I became a fan of Bravo’s Below Deck at the gym. Marathons of Season 1 made my time on the treadmill and eliptical go by much faster. I wasn’t aware of yachtie culture and quickly got hooked on the ups and downs of crew members. Who’s flirting? Who’s fighting? And most importantly, how big was the tip?
Chartering the Ohana is out of reach for me (can you imagine how fun that would be?!), but I’m still hoping I get to meet Captain Lee for prime rib and Cabernet some day.
OneChicklette: Your favorite qualities in a love interest
@CaptHLR: She needs to be my best friend, and my wife is. She also needs to be a beautiful person, not the beauty that only your eyes can see. She needs to have the beauty that radiates from within. I’m fortunate that my wife is both.
Staying up past my ‘bedtime’ has been a way of life, all of my life. As much as I love sleep, I happen to like having my sleep start late.
I couldn’t tell you if nature or nurture made me a night owl. My father in particular, loves to stay up late and when I’m in Rehoboth with my family or back home in Scranton, I am shocked if I find my father has gone to sleep before me.
Even in my earliest memories, I exist as a night owl.
When I was a little kid, Dad worked second shift so I spent most nights with Mom and Nana. While Nana would often retreat to her bedroom in the early evening, my goal was to stay downstairs in the den with my TV-watching Mom as late as possible.