Maybe I'm just not high class

I get addicted to tv shows pretty quickly so the writer's strike was a good thing for me. It gave me a chance to get them out of my system. We don't watch many shows religiously anymore but we do watch some stuff, reruns of scrubs, lots of history channels shows, and more recently, Zonya's health bites. Craig can't stand her (I guess he doesn't like having the visual of 4 tablespoons of sugar and a scoop of lard every time he wants to eat a donut) but every one of her recipes I have tried we have really enjoyed so he just has to grab his headphones and use the opportunity to spend quality time with the computer.

The problem comes in when I want to watch something and there isn't anything on. I know I could read a book or do something productive but sometimes I don't want to. I just want to veg. Before we used to tape a number of shows so whenever we had time to chill, we had something to watch. Now, nothing there but blank tapes.

And the shows that everyone else seem to enjoy do nothing for me. In fact, the more a show is hyped up, the less likely I am to want to watch it. Lost, oh - my - goodness, if one more person tells me I just have to watch Lost, I am going to do something. I don't know what yet but it will be something. I feel the same way about American Idol and Dancing with the Stars.

Although my dislike of Dancing with the Stars really goes beyond the hype to my root fear of ballroom dancing. I used to think it was because of the dancers. Ballroom dancers are creepy. They are all oh-so-realistically tan and barely wearing anything! Plus, the women aren't exactly at the age where immodesty is physically attractive. The last thing I want to see on some 50 year old lady is lots of jiggly orange skin. Yuck. So that is a very good reason to avoid watching Ballroom dancing.

But yesterday I was flipping channels (because nothing was on!) and noticed the BYU channel has ballroom dancing on. But, being Mormon, their skin was all covered up in bright blue long sleeve dresses. They were slightly form fitting but really what I have always thought would be a more appropriate garment for a older dancer (although these girls were young). Of course, they were still ugly. I think it must be some secret Ballroom dancing code that the outfits have to be hideous. But you know, I still didn't like it. Maybe it's the twirling or the awkward stiff elbows they always seem to have but I just don't get it. Nope, just give me jeans, a pair of boots, and a little Zona Jones and I'm happy.