First of all, I'd love to thank TV Guide. Not only does the format of the magazine totally suck (I wish they'd go back to the smaller size) but they spoiled the season finale of Downton Abbey for me a few weeks ago by writing about how Dan Stevens, who plays Matthew Crawley, wouldn't be back for Season Four. No spoiler alert. No warning. Just the little blurb that he'd left the show.
So weeks before the finale, I knew he had one way to go and that would be death. He's the Earl of Grantham's heir. They had to kill him off. And so, they did. Granted, it was at the end of the finale, so it didn't cast a total pall over the show, but I knew it was coming and spent the entire time thinking, "He's going to die here. No, wait, it'll happen here. No, definitely now."
Ugh.
All in all, I thought the show was done well (although I did read on ET online that Julian Fellowes is going to be writing a series for NBC and as a result, may not do as much writing for Downton Abbey. So, we'll see what happens there) even with knowing Matthew's fate - which was even more poignant since he'd just met his baby son. :(
I'm curious to see what happens now. I love this show and think the writing is fairly good, even if house of Grantham goes through maids like Spinal Tap went through drummers. And I think I missed something because at one point, Anna mentioned something about having a surprise for Bates, but I never found out what said surprise was. And it's possible I missed it because my son was having one of those nights, and I ended up running up and down the stairs about twenty times. But it'll all work out in the end, since I will be ordering Season 3 any day now.
I'm going to miss Matthew, but I am so looking forward to the next season. I don't know if it'll be the last one, but I know I'll enjoy it. :D
Blog posts may be a little sporadic right now, as I'm knee-deep in a new project - another Sebastiano book. It's been a while since I've hung out with this family and I've missed them. I began it last week and I'm already nearing 30k words, so the story is moving right along. I've been getting in some amazing writing sessions and the story is progressing nicely.
Showing posts with label Downton Abbey. Show all posts
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Monday, February 18, 2013
Friday, February 01, 2013
Still Sick (No, Really. I Am.)
And it really sucks.
REALLY
SUCKS
I was starting to feel better over the weekend, which was a good thing because I'd gotten completely caught up on Downton Abbey, so I was out of new stuff to watch. I've been debating about getting the third season and just saying the hell with waiting to see how this season plays out, but in the end, I decided not.
And then Tuesday night, my throat felt a little scratchy. No problem. My head was all stuffed up. It was just probably from that.
I realized otherwise when I woke up at 3:30 in the morning with my throat hurting even worse than it did last week. I felt like I'd been hit by a truck. Forget sleeping. I gathered up my ER on DVD (I'm working my way through it again. I was on Season 11 Tuesday night/Wednesday morning), put on my fleecy, super cozy bathrobe, got me some juice (Juicy Juice makes the best grape juice ever, btw) and when downstairs so I wouldn't wake my husband.
I finally fell asleep around 5AM. My son woke me at a little before 8 with a kiss (he's so adorable that way. It's what keeps me from killing him most days) and after he left for school at 8AM, I staggered back upstairs, where I promptly fell back asleep until after ten. From that point on, it was impossible to stay awake more than a half hour. I kept dozing off. I ran a fever. It was awful.
By yesterday, I felt a little better. I only napped once. The fever broke. My throat no longer hurts. My nose has (finally) stopped running. Now if only this awful Typhoid Mary cough would go away.
Today's the first time in over a week that I've actually felt well. Hopefully that means I'm kicking this awful cold (I don't think it was the flu, or if it was, it was a very mild flu.) And hopefully that means I'll be up and blogging on a regular basis again real soon.
Keep your fingers crossed.
REALLY
SUCKS
I was starting to feel better over the weekend, which was a good thing because I'd gotten completely caught up on Downton Abbey, so I was out of new stuff to watch. I've been debating about getting the third season and just saying the hell with waiting to see how this season plays out, but in the end, I decided not.
And then Tuesday night, my throat felt a little scratchy. No problem. My head was all stuffed up. It was just probably from that.
I realized otherwise when I woke up at 3:30 in the morning with my throat hurting even worse than it did last week. I felt like I'd been hit by a truck. Forget sleeping. I gathered up my ER on DVD (I'm working my way through it again. I was on Season 11 Tuesday night/Wednesday morning), put on my fleecy, super cozy bathrobe, got me some juice (Juicy Juice makes the best grape juice ever, btw) and when downstairs so I wouldn't wake my husband.
I finally fell asleep around 5AM. My son woke me at a little before 8 with a kiss (he's so adorable that way. It's what keeps me from killing him most days) and after he left for school at 8AM, I staggered back upstairs, where I promptly fell back asleep until after ten. From that point on, it was impossible to stay awake more than a half hour. I kept dozing off. I ran a fever. It was awful.
By yesterday, I felt a little better. I only napped once. The fever broke. My throat no longer hurts. My nose has (finally) stopped running. Now if only this awful Typhoid Mary cough would go away.
Today's the first time in over a week that I've actually felt well. Hopefully that means I'm kicking this awful cold (I don't think it was the flu, or if it was, it was a very mild flu.) And hopefully that means I'll be up and blogging on a regular basis again real soon.
Keep your fingers crossed.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Sick
It's been a rough week in my house. Last weekend, the Girl started with a cold. No problem. She handles them a lot better now than she did when she was a little kid (when I'd be up all night with her because she refused to sleep.) But I was still cursing myself because while the Boy got a flu shot in October, I didn't make her get one, and when her temperature went up to 100 degrees, I was really wishing I'd gotten her one. But fortunately, her temp was back to normal by the morning and it turned out to be just a cold.
However, when kids get germs, they are VERY generous with them. I spent most of Wednesday cleaning - dusting, vacuuming, waiting for my DVDs of Downton Abbey to arrive (which they did that afternoon - woot!) and by late afternoon, my throat felt a little scratchy. Kind of like when you've been at a concert or a Giants game screaming your head off.
Oh.
No.
By Thursday morning, my throat felt like I'd swallowed a dozen razor blades - hot and raw and just awful. I can tolerate fevers, coughing, my head feeling like it's going to explode, but I despise sore throats. They make me grouchy. No, I'll be honest, they make me downright bitchy. And when I'm sick, I just want to be left alone. Throw in a sore throat on top of it, and don't even look at me unless you want me to rip your face off. I'm a lousy patient and fortunately, my husband and I've been married long enough that he knows the best thing to do is stay faaaaar away from me.
So I spent all day Thursday and Friday in bed, waiting for death to come get me. While I waited, I got caught up entirely on Downton Abbey and now I know exactly who everyone is and what's happened to them prior to Season Three. And, even better? Every night, my seven year old son came up to sing Soft Kitty (fans of The Big Bang Theory will understand) to me, which totally made being sick worthwhile.
I still feel pretty blah - now I'm all stuffed up and coughing like a TB patient, so I can't guarantee I'll be back to regular blogging this week, but I will be back next week (in February. EEK! The year is already flying by!)
However, when kids get germs, they are VERY generous with them. I spent most of Wednesday cleaning - dusting, vacuuming, waiting for my DVDs of Downton Abbey to arrive (which they did that afternoon - woot!) and by late afternoon, my throat felt a little scratchy. Kind of like when you've been at a concert or a Giants game screaming your head off.
Oh.
No.
By Thursday morning, my throat felt like I'd swallowed a dozen razor blades - hot and raw and just awful. I can tolerate fevers, coughing, my head feeling like it's going to explode, but I despise sore throats. They make me grouchy. No, I'll be honest, they make me downright bitchy. And when I'm sick, I just want to be left alone. Throw in a sore throat on top of it, and don't even look at me unless you want me to rip your face off. I'm a lousy patient and fortunately, my husband and I've been married long enough that he knows the best thing to do is stay faaaaar away from me.
So I spent all day Thursday and Friday in bed, waiting for death to come get me. While I waited, I got caught up entirely on Downton Abbey and now I know exactly who everyone is and what's happened to them prior to Season Three. And, even better? Every night, my seven year old son came up to sing Soft Kitty (fans of The Big Bang Theory will understand) to me, which totally made being sick worthwhile.
I still feel pretty blah - now I'm all stuffed up and coughing like a TB patient, so I can't guarantee I'll be back to regular blogging this week, but I will be back next week (in February. EEK! The year is already flying by!)
Monday, January 21, 2013
Downton Abbey
I'm not much of a television watcher - although I do watch a lot of TV on DVD - and last fall, I kept hearing about Downton Abbey and how good it is. At first, I thought it was called DownTOWN Abbey and really didn't quite understand all the fuss. And it's on PBS. The only thing I ever watch on PBS are Ken Burns documentaries and, back in the 80s, Monty Python reruns.
So two weeks ago, amid all the fuss about the show's return, I figured I'd give it a try. I like England. I like history. I don't know much about the early 20th century, but what the hell? So I tuned in.
How was I not watching this show? The history nerd in me screams like a little fangirl and the writer part of me loves all the drama. I'm still sorting out who's who (and I've already ordered the first two seasons, so as soon as they get here, I'll totally get caught up to speed), but I have already fallen in love with this show. Those first two seasons can not get here fast enough. :D And God help anyone who bothers me between 9-10PM on Sunday nights.
So two weeks ago, amid all the fuss about the show's return, I figured I'd give it a try. I like England. I like history. I don't know much about the early 20th century, but what the hell? So I tuned in.
How was I not watching this show? The history nerd in me screams like a little fangirl and the writer part of me loves all the drama. I'm still sorting out who's who (and I've already ordered the first two seasons, so as soon as they get here, I'll totally get caught up to speed), but I have already fallen in love with this show. Those first two seasons can not get here fast enough. :D And God help anyone who bothers me between 9-10PM on Sunday nights.
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