Gilmore girls

Guys, how have we not talked about the girls yet??? SPOILERS AHEAD.

So, I didn’t (as I would if I had been watching the show alone):

  • binge-watch
  • hear everything because there were a bunch of people in the house

I’m re-watching this week to make sure I’ve heard and understood everything. But first, let me back up and tell you my origin story with the Gilmores. SERIOUSLY THERE ARE SPOILERS AHEAD.

I was probably in seventh or eighth grade when my old friend Jenny got me hooked on the show. She had several of the first few seasons, and we would watch them at sleepovers. I was hooked, and she let me borrow them to catch up. I never watched the show in real-time because I couldn’t catch up from the DVDs. Luckily, my grandmother and mom kept buying me seasons to watch and I purchased a mini-DVD/TV player for my room just to watch from the comfort of my bed. I don’t remember when I watched the last episode, but when I went to college, I watched the show constantly. It was on as background noise while I did homework and studied. I easily have seen/heard the show at least a comprehensive total of six times. At least. Every September, I start it over again. Since the rise of Netflix, they have only made it easier for me to binge-watch. I never expected them to get together again, but there have always been rumblings. I had read about the “last four words” and wondered what they could’ve been, but never spent much time obsessing since it seemed unlikely that they would be uttered. But, our wildest dreams happened. They came back. They are back. What would happen? Would Rory + Jess finally happen (as we all know should happen if everything went correctly, but now seems unlikely)? Would Rory be working at the NYT like she had always dreamed? Would Lorelai + Luke finally get married? Would she have franchised the Dragonfly like her dad wanted by now? Would Sookie & Jackson ever stop having kids? I can continue my speculation, but I’m going to stop now.

SERIOUSLY THESE ARE SPOILERS. Like, turn away right now because they’re starting immediately following the period at the end of this sentence.

Rory: So, Rory’s pregnant? Hmm. Do I believe it? I mean… Yes? It just seems so obvious. My husband and I had several theories (he’s never seen the show), but before watching settled on the last one of: “Mom, I am pregnant.” See, that’s four words. And they could have gone for Lorelai to Emily, or Rory to Lorelai. I didn’t publish this beforehand so it doesn’t count as “calling it.” I digress.

Yeah, it seems possible with Rory’s life falling apart that she forgot to prevent pregnancy. But it seems like she wouldn’t. That’s not Rory, Mrs. Pro/Con List, valedictorian,  Yale grad. In order to believe she’s falling apart, I need some context. I need to know what Rory’s been doing for the past nine years besides flying back and forth to London. Did her grandfather dying send her into a tailspin (doesn’t seem like it). Did another Mitchum Huntzberger tell her she didn’t “have it?” (Sidebar: did he call it or what? She certainly does not appear to have it. Also, so did Paris, when she looked up the statistics on the post-grad lives of valedictorians back in season 3). What exactly did the “creds” of following Barack Obama provide her? She should have at least been doing some writing then to lead her into politics (Sidebar: if they didn’t take any of the last season into account, that’s total baloney). WHY IS SHE SO NOT RORY??

Some questions about her relationship with Logan: why is she “in Vegas with Logan” (insert a–ah, so that’s what the kids are calling it these days) when she broke it off with Dean for a very similar reasoning? Why would Logan date her again after he proposed to her and she turned him down? Sure, I can believe they just can’t break it off with each other due to some level of attraction, but Rory’s not the “in Vegas” type of girl, as we saw when she tried to break up with him back in season 5, episode 19. Why is she a “casual dater” now? Why doesn’t she revisit marrying Logan? It seemed like her big hangup was that she wanted to focus on her career. Why don’t they at least talk about it? Their last exchange is a bizarre night at a tango club and spending the night in a B&B. Rory only asks Logan if he’s seriously marrying Odette. He responds essentially by saying his father is making him. Not a great answer. Logan fought for Rory in the past by bringing out the big guns (coffee cart, Lorelai’s letter) and now, this? Disappointing fizzling out to end to a pretty good past relationship.

All which brings me to: Jess. He is now officially too good for Rory.e5d45eab567d9a84e7e61477fabb6f07.jpg

Could he be her white knight in the inevitable new series? Everyone is saying Chris:Lorelai::Logan:Rory and therefore, Luke:Lorelai::Jess:Rory. Too much full circle for me, but now that our girl Rory is bottoming out, maybe it’s time for Jess to stick with her like she did for him. I would love to see Rory reach bottom and I would also like for her to start having some realizations in regards to her career. For instance, don’t go to a job interview unprepared despite thinking the job is beneath you. Also, don’t sit around waiting on a job interview without writing on the side and continuing to build your base. Another tip is to actually negotiate some pay for a job that was likely able to swing something, no matter how menial (here’s looking at you, Stars Hollow Gazette). So many tips Ms. Rory Gilmore. Again, I’m fine with her making these mistakes, but I would like some sort of understanding on how her actions have caused her to be in that situation. Typical millennial gots no hustle.

Lorelai: How are she and Luke not married by now? Nine years later. Un. Believe. Able. The chick had proposed to Luke. You don’t do that unless you’re seriously in love. However, (she at least) acknowledges it in one of her therapy sessions. As my creative writing teacher used to say, (I’m paraphrasing here) acknowledgement is the first step to suspending disbelief. (I don’t mean to go back to Rory, but that’s the main problem with the last four words. There’s nothing for us to acknowledge because it goes full Sopranos on us. I’m not salty.) Anyway, so they aren’t married & they’ve settled down in their life. There are little missed conversations that happen (I can’t attest to not speaking my mind about everything 100% of the time, but perhaps that happens in relationships after 9+ years) to build up barriers between them. This seems true to their form, even though after the April fiasco, they had promised to keep it 100 with each other. She ends up going on a “Wild” trip (which was hilarious and I loved–the emotional phone call to Emily, how she never ends up hiking, all amazing) and decides that she’s ready to get married. I loved how Luke goes on one of his rants due to his misinterpretation of her actions and once again, Luke completely missed his opportunity to ask for Lorelai’s hand in marriage. But that’s how Lorelai is. Her way or the highway, baby. She makes the decisions & Luke, stubborn, crotchety ole softy that he is, goes along. True to form, (I ain’t mad about it) but I’d like to see Luke make a decision for the two of them that Lorelai goes along with.

I also appreciated how Lorelai finally wanted to finally grow the Dragonfly per Michel’s suggestions. In life, it’s easy to fall into a trap of contentment and/or being afraid to grow, but I never got that feeling from Lorelai in the series. She fled her parents house as a teen mom, she got her business degree while running the Independence Inn, then she opened her own inn, all the while she raised a daughter alone. Lorelai has been (basically) fearless when it comes to business decisions and her financial life, but she seemed timid this time around. Why had she lost her way? Again, I need more fleshing out.

Aside from all this, I couldn’t stand the musical. It went on for entirely too long. There was plenty of room for more important storylines in this block. Additionally, THIS was the moment they chose from all the great festivals in Stars Hollow? I mean, I guess I understand having a cameo from Sutton Foster, but at what cost? The ninety minute eps do a real disservice to the story. They should have stuck with the old formatting and done a few more episodes to flesh out the big kahuna storyline (Rory’s pregnancy). I know, I know, scheduling blah blah blah. If you’re going to revisit Stars Hollow, do it right!

I know I talked about all the things I would improve and not the stuff I liked, but isn’t that the Gilmore way?

Let me know your thoughts! I also will update a few things once I finish re-watching.

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Monday, Monday (After Holiday Work Blues)

Guys, it’s tough to come back from a holiday weekend. Like, TOUGH. We are almost through it though. Hang in there!

My parents are moving and this holiday was bittersweet, since I was able to be home with them, but the house that I love so much is being sold and they are moving on.

“Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.”
― Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

In memoriam of my house, here are my favorite memories there:

  • Getting married:
    • My husband and I were married in the living room in front of our Christmas tree there. It was the chillest day ever. My cousin and my sister and I went to Publix on the morning of the wedding to pick up the cake. They did my hair in my bathroom before the wedding.
  • Got engaged:
    • After a series of strange occurrences, my now-husband showed up on the front porch to ask me to be his wife. I said yes, and we went to Smashburger with my family to celebrate. Then we watched Red 2 as a family in the living room (fitting as our first date in college was Red). The next day, my sister took our “announcement” pic in front of the Christmas tree.
  • Spent time with mom and dad as an “only child” again:
    • I’m the oldest, and after I graduated college, I came home for the summer. Once my brother & sister went away to school I got to hang out with my parents when I got home from work. We watched 24 and ate a lot amazing food. It was the best. I love my siblings, but it’s nice to be an only child for a little while.
  • The neighborhood pool:
    • The setup at our neighborhood pool was awesome. There was a slide and I was old enough to get in the water during adult swim which made me feel really cool.
  • Living in the Carolinas:
    • Since I was a little girl, I have always wanted to be a “Carolina girl.” My nana and Granddaddy had always lived in North Carolina when I was growing up, and I wanted to be a Carolina girl just like my nana.
  • Quick trips to Boone & Charleston:
    • These places were only a hop, skip, and a jump from my house. The mountains and the beach are within a few hours of each other. Which is awesome.

Thank you, house, for being the best. I will miss you.

Thanksgiving Origin

We have a prayer group that meets in my office every Tuesday & this week our leader talked about the origins of Thanksgiving. Turns out that George Washington was actually the one who recommended Thanksgiving be celebrated. Here’s what he said.

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Impressive handwriting, Mr. President.

[New York, 3 October 1789]

By the President of the United States of America, a Proclamation.

Whereas it is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favor— and whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness.

Now therefore I do recommend and assign Thursday the 26th day of November next to be devoted by the People of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being, who is the beneficent Author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be– That we may then all unite in rendering unto him our sincere and humble thanks–for his kind care and protection of the People of this Country previous to their becoming a Nation–for the signal and manifold mercies, and the favorable interpositions of his Providence which we experienced in the course and conclusion of the late war–for the great degree of tranquility, union, and plenty, which we have since enjoyed–for the peaceable and rational manner, in which we have been enabled to establish constitutions of government for our safety and happiness, and particularly the national One now lately instituted–for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed; and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and in general for all the great and various favors which he hath been pleased to confer upon us.

and also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech him to pardon our national and other transgressions– to enable us all, whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually–to render our national government a blessing to all the people, by constantly being a Government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed–to protect and guide all Sovereigns and Nations (especially such as have shewn kindness unto us) and to bless them with good government, peace, and concord–To promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the encrease of science among them and us–and generally to grant unto all Mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as he alone knows to be best.

Given under my hand at the City of New York the third day of October in the year of our Lord 1789.

Go: Washington

AMEN, Mr. President. Amen. I hope not just today, but every day we offer our Creator prayers of thanksgiving & praise. Happy Thanksgiving!

It’s Friday, I’m in love

List of reasons I’m blessed on this beautiful Friday:

  • Woke up in a warm bed
  • Have clothes to wear
    • I have clothes I even LIKE to wear
  • Have a car to transport me
  • Have a job that pays me
  • Have food to nourish me
  • Have coffee
    • Which is not a necessity despite my efforts to the contrary
  • My Christmas decorations are up
  • Have a husband who loves me
  • Have loving family
    • (Both sides)
  • Have a God who saved me

It’s easy to find reasons to be down, but look for the good and GOD IS SO GOOD. Happy Friday!

Zombie commute

Does anyone else feel like they’re surrounded by zombies? Because it seems like when I’m driving to work, I’m surrounded by people all going the same speed in every single lane so I can’t pass anyone. I don’t think it’s because of the early hour, but maybe it is. Maybe people are completely zoned out while they drive.

I am generally right on time to work if not a little late, so maybe that accounts for my awareness of the speed and time. But I’ve been leaving earlier to make it on time, and I’m running into the same problem. It seems to me that people should want to spend less time on the roads. All I’m saying is hurry up y’all, I got to be places.

Perhaps I’m being too harsh. Zooey Deschanel said,

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But are mornings really that difficult? If so, why?

I am by no means a “morning person.” When I was in second grade, Mom would wake me up for school and I would go into the bathroom to get ready. On more than one morning, she found me curled up on the rug in the bathroom… snoozing.

I think we can all aspire to greatness. Let’s man up, people! We CAN do this thing called life. Let’s stop being lethargic and let’s start caring, because life’s not always easy, but it’s worth it.

#morningrantover #nowforsomecoffee #maybeiamgrumpy #maybeiamaffectedbymornings

An embarrassing childhood memory:

Every year from ages 8-18, I would spend a week at a sleep-away non-denominational Bible camp. I loved it. I got to see all my friends 24/7 for a whole week and eat whatever I wanted whenever I wanted and could stay up super late without consequences (or at least, no disciplinary consequences).

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An actual photo of my friend and I at camp.

One year, at about ages 12-13, my friends and I (during the aforementioned stay up super late eating times) had come up with a list. And not just any list, but a list of the “hottest” (I’m cringing rn at the use of “hottest” but in the interest of full disclosure, that’s what we called our list) boys at camp. We went back and forth with our arguments for each boy, shooting each other down or agreeing wholeheartedly. “Not [name redacted because REASONS] because his hair is too spikey,” or “Definitely [name also redacted because REASONS] because of his sparkling green eyes.” And so on.

I mean, we cranked through the list as if our livelihood depended on it. Once the list was complete and safely in one girl, Hallie’s notebook, we thought nothing more about it. A few days later after dinner one night, the announcements came on. Our camp director, Jeff, notified everyone that a notebook had been found at the chapel.

“Not just any notebook,” said Jeff into the bullhorn. “But a notebook with a very important list.”

My face began growing red. That seems odd. I thought, but Hallie’s got the notebook. I tried to keep my face as expressionless as possible. Which is difficult for me.

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My face (a lot of the time, even today):

Jeff kept going, “And just because this has never happened before, we’re going to have each of the guys on this list to stand up when I call your name,” He held a dramatic pause. “First up on ‘The Hot List’ is…”

As Jeff went line by line, I shrunk further and further into the cafeteria bench. Our brain trust was not holding it together. One of the girls kept beating the table loudly with her hand while her face was beet-red. Hallie, the keeper of the list keep glancing around nervously saying, “I am so sorry guys, I don’t know what happened.”

I kept hissing, “Play it cool,” as I was trying to feign laughter with the cafeteria of people roaring each time a dude stood up, but due to being flanked by a bunch of girls who would NOT hold up under a CIA investigation, I don’t think I was all that convincing. I’m sure afterwards, our counselors got together with the boys’ counselors to rat us out and then had a really good laugh.

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Same, Andy & April. Same.

And then I crawled in a hole found five dollars. (JK, that’s how we used to end our stories that fell flat among our friends in high school.)

But seriously, that’s when I found out that: a) not all lists are good and b) pre-teen girls should not be allowed to write down their thoughts about boys because nothing good ever comes from it.

All the feelings about running

So I used to hate running. Like, “Hate hate hate. Double hate. Loathe entirely,” kind of hate.

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Me when I’m charting my running course (“The Grinch”)

My husband has been a runner as long as I’ve known him (since freshman year in college). And I’ve always been like, ha yeah, have fun with that. But in my upperclassman years, I took this class called “Figure Improvement” and Coach had us run EVERY. SINGLE. CLASS. Now, I think it was a MW class, so it was short, but for this girl (who swam in grades four through ten because “I don’t like people to see me sweat”) it was a lot of running. For one of our final classes, we had to run the two mile loop around campus UP the HILL. If you have been to WKU, you know about walking up the hill. And it’s brutal. Anyway, I’m going to be real, I couldn’t do the loop without stopping to walk. But I was in first place until the very end when three girls came out of nowhere and passed me. LIKE WHAT THE WHAT. Rude. But I kept running, and couldn’t help but feel like I could do it!

Then, I moved in with my (then fiancé, now husband’s) grandma a few months before we got married, he would come over and run with me after I would get off work a few days a week. That was in fall 2014, and we kind of fell off the wagon when we got married because it was a) December and not ideal running weather and b) I still thought I hated running then.

My husband ran a half-marathon this past April 2016 (13.1 miles). I went with him to cheer him on, and I saw all the people who were there to run, and unlike I thought, most of them didn’t look particularly fit like I imagined. They were an inspiration to me. “I could do this,” I thought. So then, this past summer, I started running semi-regularly. Like, in May, I ran 29.3 miles for the whole month (which is the most I’ve ever ran. Not a lot for some people, but a lot for me).

I’ve found that I really enjoy setting goals that I didn’t think I would surpass, and then finding I could. Running has been a stress reliever, and I enjoy time to myself to clear my mind. I have run while listening to Spotify, or podcasts, or sermons from other preachers/lessons I’ve missed. I track my miles using my Nike Running app, which seems to work fine for my purposes.

Then, in September, I thought I was going to beat my miles for May, but at the very end of the month I hurt my foot. So I haven’t run since then. I am such a perfectionist personality, sometimes I find myself feeling like, if I don’t do it perfectly, I’ve failed, and there’s no point to trying at all. Silly, I know. I try to remember Tony Horton’s mantra from P90X, which I personally feel should be everyone’s mantra at all times:

Do your best. Forget the rest.

Especially for perfectionist psychos like me who can forget that so easily. You can only do what you can do. So get out and do SOMETHING.