Let me call you sweetheart...

So Saturday I was having a marathon laundry day (just got my new washer after doing without and borrowing my visiting teachers' washer for about 3 weeks), so was watching (what else?) Combat! One of the Special Features was a radio interview Rick Jason had done back in the early 2000's. Who is Rick Jason, you ask? Yeah, that's him. Lt. Hanley. He has green eyes and dark hair and is, as one of the fanfic writers I've been reading states, absolutely yummy.

So, back to the interview. During the show several people called in, most of them women. He called all the women, 'Sweetheart,' and melted my heart each time he did it. There's just something about how he said it, with love and respect--and it was just so gentlemanly and sweet. At one point he was saying something to his wife, and he called her 'Sweetheart' too. See, Rick was an actor in the Golden Age of Hollywood. For movies he did mostly stinkers (his word, not mine), but he did have a good, 5-year run on Combat! Before that he was in a little known tv show playing a detective, and was the first detective to use martial arts on TV. He was referred to by the interviewer of the radio program as a Renaissance Man, being educated, well-spoken, with many interests. He just melted my heart, to hear him speak. And to hear him call the women, 'Sweetheart.'

In thinking about this the last couple days, I realized that my Dad does that--calls me Sweetheart. He called my mom that, too. Maybe it's a generational thing, since Dad and Rick Jason are of similar age (Rick is a bit older). I absolutely love it. So now I have something to add to my list of things I want to be called should I ever find someone to spend eternity with. I want him to call me Sweetheart. Although truthfully, the thing my dad called my mom that I liked the most was, "Light of my Life."

Smacked by a Cat

Ok, so I know I've been watching a lot of TV lately. And by a lot, I mean, on the days I don't have to go anywhere after work I sit down to my dinner in front of the tv and get up about 4-5 hours later. Usually I watch stuff I've recorded over the past week, stuff that I missed because I was gone or it was on too late, but lately it's been Combat! I bought the first two seasons on DVD, and for some reason that's all I want to watch right now. I thought my cat was ok with this--she tends to snuggle with me when I watch tv, and looks like she's actually watching the explosions and the little men running around like they're nuts. The other night, though, maybe it just got to be too much.

I lay down to watch my fourth (yes, fourth) episode of Combat! that night. I knew it was time for bed, but I really wanted to see a 'Hanley' episode (i.e. Lt Hanley takes the lead instead of Sgt Saunders--both have their merits, trust me. Physcially and dramatically). I lay down on the couch to begin watching, and Padme Kitty sat on the floor in front of the couch, watching me. Then she leapt up and smacked me in the face!!!

Ok, so I'm really grateful she kept her claws sheathed, or this story would have a different ending (and she would have a new home). I couldn't believe it. She smacked me! I actually thought it was really funny and started to laugh. She then went and curled up behind my knees and went to sleep.

So, any ideas on what she was trying to tell me? That I really needed to go to bed? That she wanted to watch one of her tv shows? Don't ask me what that would be, I don't think I watch anything with mice or birds. Maybe I was taking up her position on the couch? Maybe she doesn't like Lt Hanley?

Anyway, my cat smacked me. Add that to the life experiences, please.

Valentine's Day?

Or Single's Awareness Day?

Hmm, that's pretty SAD.

Pun intended.

Yeah, not a fan of Valentine's Day. Stayed home, ate potato chips, ice cream, and watched Combat! until I couldn't see straight anymore. Although watching handsome men run around playing soldier is quite fun for me. This was filmed in the 60's so they don't use any profanity (although the Sergeant will tell the others to "Shut Up!"). They get hurt, they get dirty, they need comforting, right? Oh to be a nurse in the fantastical world of television WWII. The actual WWII not such a nice place. I've been reading 1942, all about the turning points in the war, most of which happened during that year. The book really starts with Pearl Harbor, not sure where it really finishes since I'm not finished with it yet, but it was a pretty horrible thing. I can't even hardly credit the horrible, horrible things that men will do to each other on such a large scale. As bad as we were for putting Japanese-Americans in internment camps, as bad as Hitler was with his concentration camps, I'm beginning to think the Japanese were worse.

Work, Church, way too much tv, that's my life at present. I will be going to California in March for my neice who's going on a mission (the second one in 6 months!!), so maybe after that something interesting will come along for me to post about.

have a great day!