Saturday, September 12, 2015

How I Came to Love The Big Bang Theory

There are certain television shows I just won't watch. I channel surf, stop for a second, make a quick judgement, and usually turn the channel.

And that's what I did for about 7 years when I surfed past The Big Bang Theory.

I judged it in about 10 seconds. I thought it was another dumb, popular, quick scene after quick scene, going for the obvious sitcom. I was way too smart and sophisticated to watch this....

Boy was I wrong.

I don't remember when; maybe a year or so ago, channel surfing, I happened upon a rerun on TBS of TBBT. Nothing else was on, so hey ok, let's watch this.

And I fell in love. With the show. With the writing. With the chemistry of the cast. Even with the set decoration....

I'm thinking, this show isn't stupid, I'm stupid! This show is funny and warm. This show has heart. Great acting, great writing, funny story lines, laugh out loud moments.

I became hooked. Actually obsessed. It became a ritual after work to run around do some chores, cook dinner, but stop....it's 8:00pm..."Miiiiikkeee---put on The Big Bang Theory".  My husband and I would watch rerun after rerun, he didn't mind and for a man who'd rather watch ANYTHING on the Discovery Channel, this was a big deal. He liked it. Now we're both hooked.

I tell my mother and brother, look there's nothing on TV...well watch The Big Bang Theory..you'll love it. (My mother watches the Hallmark Channel, she's 81, thinks the Kardashians are stupid, (agreed) hates just about every popular television show there ever was) but she started watching it. And she loves it. 

Well lookeeee there my mom is watching The Big Bang Theory. Awesome, gets her off the Hallmark cheese once in awhile, so I feel like I've done her a daughterly service.

I know people who think they're just too smart and savvy to watch the show. They think I've dumbed down my standards because Parks and Rec ended...please. I used to be one of those people. Don't get it twisted, I love Parks and Rec, but I am addicted to The Big Bang Theory. 

Why? Because it's comforting. It's comforting. Watching brilliant geeks who love Star Trek, Star Wars, and comic books is comforting. I'm a die hard Trekkie, so even though I'm 55, married and have 3 grown children, watching The Big Bang Theory comforts me.

The chemistry of the actors integrated with the brilliant writing, is well, something I don't think you can manufacture. It just happens, the way great films are created, they write, they cast and hope for the best. Sometimes it's brilliant and sometimes you have all the "right" ingredients, and it still bombs. 

Not so for The Big Bang Theory. Everything meshes beautifully. Like a perfectly executed play. The comedic timing, the story lines, the direction, the sets..gold. 

The heart. Yes, that's it, the heart! I love that the show isn't mean-spirited; yeah they pot shot each other, but they love each other. You see that in so many episodes. I guess I got so sick of watching mean-spirited television, that The Big Bang Theory became a relief from the cruelty that is supposed to be humor in sitcoms.

It's the only show I know of that does not portray Christians as stupid, ignorant idiots. Thank you! Again, perfect casting with Laurie Metcalf as the born-again Christian---Sheldon's mom. 

So yeah I follow all the TBBT lovers on Instagram, of course! There's alot of them. ALOT.

Yes, I went to Broadway to see Jim Parsons in An Act of God. Second row, by the way on the second night of the previews...yeah, that's how addicted I've become. And yeah I tried to see Kunal Nayyar in The Spoils, but I couldn't get the dates and tickets to line up so, I missed it. And I was pissed. Regrets. I digress.   

Anyway, thanks Chuck Lorre and all the creators of The Big Bang Theory. Your show is the number one comedy for a reason. It's brilliant.

And yes I will keep watching rerun after rerun, 'cause I love comfort. And funny.

And come on now: there's only so much HGTV and Discovery Channel a person can watch. 








Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Shut Up and Dance

On the way to a spin class my daughter and I decided to embark upon together, she played this song, "Shut Up and Dance". I loved it. I vaguely remember hearing it once or twice, but nevertheless, I shut up and listened and we chair-jammed throughout the way home.

Shut Up and Dance. My new mantra. Now don't get it twisted-- I still ADHERE to my old mantra: How about instead of doing things, we don't do things? ---- I just love that quote--I think it's a Tina Fey quote, but no matter...I still really love that quote. I'm tired peeps. 

However, shut up and dance got me thinking. Maybe I should shut up more. Yeah, I hear ya buds, good idea Maria.....wish you would....

I text and call and write and talk and I now realize, sometimes it's better to just shut up. Dance, optional. For me mandatory.

Anyway, I totally get that opening up and showing vulnerability as my lovely friend said to me today can be inspiring. (we did indeed had a great conversation)..connecting with someone through a great conversation is what I live for! I love it!! 

However, although showing vulnerability can be inspiring, funny, morbidly strange and empowering, due to my fragile state of mind, I NEED to be pickier with what I am saying and to whom I am saying it to.

I am so naive I think everybody's gonna be compassionate and empathetic and connectable, but guess what? They're not. They are flawed, self absorbed, impolite, dispassionate and downright rude.

So I learned some great lessons today: 

1---Connecting with someone through a great conversation is truly a blessing and breathes life into my tired body.

2--Expecting everyone is going to connect with me or be compassionate and kind is just plain dumb.

3--Stop telling any ol' person what I'm going through or how I'm feeling 'cause I end up angry if they are either rude, apathetic, or just plain mean. And stop feeling inferior to them because they're rude. 

4--Spin class is REALLY hard and my legs are really just two skinny jellyfish...


Now if I could muster the discernment to shut up more sometimes, I could dance all I want.

PS: Thanks to all the kind people I have spoken to today, girlfriends, work friends, church friends..and don't hesitate to tell me, Maria---shut up and dance.




 



  

Thursday, April 9, 2015

The Theory of Why I am Terrified of Just About Everything

Epiphany happened while sitting at my desk in my drab, gray, cubicle at work. I'm terrified. Not stressed, terrified. 

Of just about everything.

It suddenly hit me, I wasn't stressed about getting my work done as quickly as my bosses wanted. I was TERRIFIED.

As a child I was terrified of school, of nuns, of snowballs whizzing by my head as I walked home from school.

As a teenager I was terrified of getting jumped, (that means beaten up...sortof). 

As a young adult I was terrified of men hurting me. And they did. Physically, mentally, emotionally.

As a young mother I was terrified of raising babies to which I had absolutely no experience or confidence. 

As a stay at home mom, I was terrified of finances....ALWAYS.

As a single divorced mom, I was truly terrified of everything, everyyyythhhhinng. 

The finance horror remains by the way. That ain't goin' nowhere..

Ok, fine. I am terrified of lack of money, airplanes, the news, terrorism, highways, bridges, snow, thunderstorms, speeding tractor trailers, losing my job, keeping my job, crowds, relationships, cancer, and of course death.

So what's up with that? What's the theory behind feeling stressed when I am really terrified?

I think it's part genetics, part environment.

I may be wrong, but taking a little pill is not going to take away my fear. I've tried it, doesn't work. Reading the Bible does not take away my fear. Seeing a therapist does not take away my fear. 

So here's my theory of being terrified of just about everything. --- I lack faith.

Faith in myself, faith in just about everything. Soul burn out. A coworker said to me yesterday--"Why do you keep smoking, when I know you're a Christian?" I said, "It's an addiction, and a hard one to break." His reply, "Why don't you give it to God and let Him take care of it?" He doesn't know about my fear of everything. I asked him to pray for me and left it at that. 

So there it is. Lack of faith.

I'm no scientist, but I think I may be onto something.



  


Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Just in Case

Just in case.

I want to tell my family and friends how much I am truly in love with them.

To let them know just in case I am not around for as long as I would like. 

I am proud of you my children. Throughout our ups and downs, disagreements and passionate discussions on how you should be living your lives, I hope you three beautiful women KNOW how proud of I am of each of you. I tried my best. I support you. I did not want to be a dreamkiller, ever. So following your innermost desires, passions, goals and mean the most to me. Not sitting in a grey cubicle regretting.

I love you. With everything I got.

I hope I showed you the good, the bad and the ugly, but remember the GOOD and failure is not a failure if you're doing want you really want in this short life.

I hope I helped you spiritually, showing you how God really can lead to the path He wants for you. Maybe not the path you want, or you think you want, but the path He has for you.

I hope I didn't mar your opinions on men. Not every guy is a bad one. And not every guy is a good one. 

Not every friend has your back. Not every friend is a back stabber.

To my friends, my inner circle of people I trust with every dark, despicable, funny, weird thought I may have said, or will say, I love you. With everything I got. Thank you for not judging me. Thank you thank you thank you. You've blessed me with acceptance and love. I am one lucky gal.

Mom: what can I say? Your unconditional love brings me to my knees. Thank you for the big things...seeing me through my divorce, poverty, self hatred. Thank you for all the little things, buying me all the little things only you know I would love. I love you with everything I got.        


To my family: all my brothers, their wives, my cousins, my aunts and uncles, I love you. Thank you for always loving me...I love you all with everything I got.

God: Thank you for LOVING me throughout my dark days, for every opportunity, for every catastrophe I have lived and am still living through. You are my King, my confidant, my everything. I love you with everything I got. 

Want you all to know this. Just in case.