IntrinsicTina

♫ Ten, ten, ten, ten, let's sing a song of ten. How many is ten? ♫ Like, literally, millions of kids, I grew up watching  Sesame Street and The Electric Company. I watched those programs well into my teens since I was the eldest of four kids. Longer if you factor in seven year gap between the middle children. Of course, I introduced my daughter to my old pals. Is it any wonder that I naturally think of ditties when I hear numerals from one through ten!? Anyway, this is the next verse of Tina's Twelve Days of Christmas...  ♫♫On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...Ten Snowman bright lights, nine Fran's dark chocolates, eight Christmas crackers, seven cotton candies, six bags of kisses, five red heart ornaments, four rein-dogs poopin', three chocolate Santas, two red poinsettias, and a glass pickle to hang in the tree. ♫♫  We are getting ever nearer to the end of the song. Wonder what that husband of mine, has planned for the finale? 

I said it before and I'll say it again, I Have more fun with my daughter even when we do, not much. I never left my room, and yet, we covered a lot of ground. She transferred photos into my photo frames (a project backburnered for a month), ordered my eyeglasses online (backburnered 3 months), and sent out a customized Facebook campaign notice for the upcoming ALS Walk for a Cure. All while we visited and enjoyed each others company. Anyway, I enjoyed her company while I got to hear her stories of her life with her boyfriend and my grand dog. Apparently, my grand dog rides on their paddle boards and goes crazy barking whenever faced with sea lions and much to their horror, he jumps into the bay to attack. He's oblivious to his disadvantage with his diminutive size. They could gobble him down quick. Yeah,  I still have a grand dog, no grandchild, yet. .Also, good news!  My sister, Dawn, the one I keep at arms length, has a second chance at family life. Her daughter that she...

The classic David Bowie rock ballad is running through my head as I sit in my power wheelchair with my v-pap strapped to my face. I mean, how space age is this?! And I'm communicating with human beings all over the planet from my Tobii. When I was a kid, the Viet Nam war was regularly on the news.  The Bay of Pigs was a reality. There was no such thing as a reality shows. Astronauts walked on the moon and we watched it on TV. We stood up at the beginning of class and put our right hand over our heart and pledged allegiance to the flag and the United States of America. I watched The Nightly News with Walter Cronkite, Dragnet, Lawrence Welk,  Hee Haw, and Laugh In with my grandfather. I watched Sesame Street, Mister Roger's Neighborhood, the Brady Bunch, Partridge Family, Wild Kingdom, Disney, and lots of cartoons. With my mom, I watched Dark Shadows, Peyton Place, Days of our Lives, Twilight Zone, and movies, especially scary ones. You know what's scary? All the things...

I watched one of my guilty pleasures, Grey's Anatomy, on my iPad last night.  (SPOILER ALERT!!!)  In this episode, "Transplant Wasteland", the doctors of the fictional Seattle Grace Mercy West were dealing with several patients who were either needing organ donations or prepared to give organ donations.  Naturally, I was most drawn into the drama involving Dr. April Kepner, played by Sarah Drew, who is appalled when one of her patients living with ALS decides to refuse further treatment and tells her that he wishes to do a DCD, donation after cardiac death, as he wishes to disconnect from the ventilator.  He mischievously welcomes her to his "funeral".  Kepner attempts to talk the trached and vented PALS, Brad Parker, out of his decision by offering alternatives, which are flatly refused, then counsels him that he is depressed, which he denies.  Finally, he tells her that he did not include her in his decision because he "didn't want to waste any ...

I have just discovered the television series, Downtown Abbey , and I hate to admit it but it is wonderful. My newest guilty pleasure to be sure. Dreamers and schemers in both the upper and working classes. Who knew? Another guilty pleasure of mine is Doctor Who , another British television import that I absolutely love. Assuredly, they are vastly different shows... Abbey is staid, proper, and dramatic where Doctor Who is fast-paced, absurd, and fun. And now my husband has us watching Doc Martin , another television program from across the pond,that is both staid and absurd about a former surgeon who has a blood phobia.  Who knew that we'd go so gaga for these shows?!  Byproduct of turning off cable television.  Netflix streams all of these shows.