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I’ve been Game of Throne’d.

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** Warning – if you haven’t seen the new season of Dexter but are planning to watch ?

DO NOT READ THIS POST!!

Major spoilers ahead…. and trust me, it will ruin the experience.

Here, I’ll give you time to exit before it’s too late.

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Alrighty then.

Proceed at your own risk.

While I’m not a huge television person like my husband ( How many times can a man watch Rio Bravo, El Dorado, and The Sons of Katie Elder! ) I do enjoy following a number of HBO, Starz and Showtime series. The DVR is simply the greatest invention known to man (behind the margarita and bacon of course) and while the husband is in the living room falling asleep to yet another John Wayne marathon, I curl up in bed to binge watch the Roys (Succession) Bobby Axelrod (Billions) and the lovable serial killer avenging angel, Dexter.

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When I watch a series, I commit. I’m in for the long haul and am beyond pissed when I put in a year or two only to have the show yanked out from under me with no resolution. Yes American Gods, I’m talking to you. Dropping a series on a cliffhanger is cruel, and I may have to write to Neil Gaiman personally to complain. (Do not get me started on Carnivale! That was cancelled in 2003 and I’m still not over it.)

So when I heard the news that a new season of a past favorite was brewing?

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I was in!

I watched an episode a week and reveled in being reunited with an old friend.

And then it happened. The last episode.

I knew it was coming, as soon as the coach gave Harrison the team jacket. I didn’t want to believe they’d do it, but they did.

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They killed Dexter.

And this time he is well and truly dead.

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But it wasn’t just his death that bothered me. No, it was the last minute 180 degree character shift that really ticked me off. For 8 seasons we knew Dexter as the tormented soul who killed with a purpose. Okay… he did it gleefully, but he took out the trash and rid the earth of some truly horrible human beings. He had a code damn it! But at the end, standing in front of his equally damaged son… we suddenly find out he did it just for fun?

No.

It’s like Daenerys Targareyen all over again. For ten years I lived and breathed Game of Thrones. Carefully following the Mother of Dragons rightful ascension to the throne… only to be left gasping at the ridiculous final season when up was down and down was up.

There’s talk of another new season of Dexter.

Without Dexter.

I say no thanks. Loyal fans can only take so much.

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Let’s play.

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Stop grumbling. I know you like these things ….

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I am in Deaf Smith County Texas. The hill country… which I’m assured can be quite beautiful.

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And while I love James Lee Burke’s Louisiana detective Robicheaux series, the Texas Billy Bob Holland series doesn’t quite measure up for me.

And considering their political climate of restricting voting rights and a woman’s right to chose?

Texas is probably not the best place for me to wake up right now.

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Time Traveler Part 4

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Bet you didn’t know there are so many words added to the dictionary every year did you?

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What… you don’t care? Then it’s probably better if you skip to the next blog.

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Lie in. The British phrase for staying in bed past the time you were supposed to get up. Personally I’d like to have a lie in till Covid is a thing of the past…. but that would probably require more pajamas than I currently own.

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Miniseries? This is 1963. I thought Roots was the first.

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Phat. I seem to remember that term from my misspent youth. Pretty Hot and Tempting. Though when I searched for a meme…. I got this.

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Captain Kirk would be so pleased.

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This bitch has got to go.

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Every Sunday night I kick the husband off the big tv in the living room and stay up late binge watching a bunch of recorded series. I don’t watch a lot of television, but I am addicted to a few HBO, Starz and Showtime programs that my other half hates.

So Monday is the one morning I sleep past 5:00am… and I relish my extra 2 hours. But this Monday morning? I was woken by a noise.

Scratching. And banging. Then more scratching.

I grumbled, I stumbled, I got out of bed and I found this….

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The red squirrel bitch from Hell. She had scaled the bush alongside the house and was scrambling up and down the screen, over and over. And then?

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She just hung there.

Taunting me.

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That bitch has got to go.

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Cosmo-what?

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#2 in the series of ‘I’m definitely not young and single anymore’. Otherwise known as Cosmopolitan magazine highlights.

Or lowlights, you decide.

Gentlemen?

You’ve been warned.

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First up, a strawberry vagina.

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Magical?

Yeah, I must be doing something wrong. And because there are probably other women like me?

Products.

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Am I surprised they are named Honey Pot and Fur?

At this point, I am not.

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This explains a lot about the current generation. I enjoyed moving out of my parents house, but maybe that was just me.

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What brownie abomination is this?

No. Just…. no.

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Wow. And I thought breaking up via text was bad….

Finally there was this:

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Strategically placed mirror aside…. FaceTiming your gynecologist? I’m beginning to relish the fact I’m not in my twenties anymore.

P.S. … don’t be surprised when that cat starts having nightmares.

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So maybe it wasn’t quite the miracle I thought.

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The other day I blogged about the miracle of finding my husband getting rid of things in the big barn.

I was happy!

I was thrilled!

Heck, I was downright orgasmic.

Until I walked upstairs.

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A lot of the things I thought he’d gotten rid of…

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Had just migrated upward instead. So with determination in my step I went back down to help him sort through things to throw away.

It did not go well.

Here are a few of the items he couldn’t bear to part with.

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No, you’re not seeing double. That’s a flippable measuring cup… though why on earth you’d need to flip one I don’t know.

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Blank dog tags.

A box of them.

Why? Unless he’s planning to outfit a woodchuck army…. I don’t see the point.

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A rock.

And while I’m normally all about the rocks, I do prefer mine outside…. or slowly cooling my gin and tonic.

Finally there was this:

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He wouldn’t part with it, even though he didn’t know where he’d gotten it or what the hell it was.

So let me resurrect that old blog series I used to torture you with..

Name That Crap!

What is it?

( And yes, I did research so I know the answer. )

It was a Game of Thrones day miracle….

 

In case you didn’t notice, Sunday night ushered in episode 1 of the final season of the epic HBO series Game of Thrones.

I’m a huge fan girl and had been looking forward to it for a long time.

 

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I was wearing my shirt…

 

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Twitching in anticipation…

And expecting the usual  – I don’t like GOT even though I’ve never actually watched GOT –  look from my husband.

It goes something like this….

 

 

But this was the final season!

I was excited, I was nervous, I was sad….

 

 

But I was also speechless, because at 9:00 Sunday morning my husband…. the husband who for 8 years had refused to even entertain the idea of watching GOT… asked to watch GOT.

From the beginning.

 

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I was shocked.

And quickly hit the DVR before he changed his mind.

So we watched GOT.

For 15 hours!!

 

 

All of season 1 and most of season 2.

He loved it…. and was absolutely hooked.

 

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It took all the restraint I could muster not to wear a smug satisfied grin.

 

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And no, I didn’t even say that.

Although it damn near killed me not to.

Monday morning brought Patriots Day (a New England recognized holiday)  and my husband…. asking for more GOT.

 

 

10:00 in the morning till 11:30 at night.

Season 2 and most of 3.

Epic!

He’s never binge watched a series in his entire life, but at the rate he’s going he’ll be able to watch the final season with me in real time.

That’s the good news.

The bad news?

When I asked him halfway through season 1 who his favorite character was and he said Ned Stark.

Oops.

 

 

 

 

Sunday is coming….

 

And devoted Game of Thrones fans like me have been waiting years for this day.

Years!

 

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It’s the beginning of the end….. and unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ve probably heard a little something about it.

To be honest, I wasn’t on board with GOT at first. Fantasy is not my genre and I didn’t see the appeal. But then I stumbled on a copy of the first book at a doctor’s office and was hooked. I flew through them all… which is saying something. (Have you seen them? The Easter Island moai weigh less.)

And having read the books, I had to binge watch seasons 1-3.

Yes, I had to.

 

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Holy crap!

Thrones never disappoints.

Did I mention there are dragons?

Well, there are.

And they rock.

 

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And cook… apparently.

I won’t drone on about about the fantastic global locations, the intricate plot lines or the multi dimensional characters. I won’t wax poetic about the wow factor or the oh no they didn’t!  jaw dropping twists and turns.

Suffice it to say there’s never been a television show quite like Game of Thrones, and there probably never will be again.

So tomorrow? Don’t disturb me.

I’ll be wearing my shirt….

 

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And happily immersing myself in the realm.

 

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For the night is dark and full of terrors.

And if you don’t know what that means?

I may have to rethink our entire relationship….

 

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See?

You probably don’t get this joke either….

And that’s just sad.