Of Doctor Who

In which I discuss my love of things that cause most people to go 'huh?'

I am a big Doctor Who fan. I am, in fact, a HUGE Doctor Who fan - and British TV in general. I find the plots original, refreshing, bold and the wit sharp fast paced and fun. I am not in to TV. We don't have one, truth be told. (Shock and amaze) And so, I order my doses of of Doctor Who on Netflix and on lazy nights, curl up with my husband and indulge.

I love my body. My husband adores me for all my softness and my squishy curves. I'll probably never be rock solid or a professional arm wrestler. There's a good chance you'll never see me jogging down the streets and if you see me at the gym, it's because my sister guilted me in to it. Being totally content with me, in this day and age, makes me an oddity - a fact I have to keep close to the chest because to not complain makes the group uncomfortable. I make up things to be upset about, or I say nothing at all and nod with a lot of fake conviction. Everyone wants to lose weight, everyone wants to wear tight fitting clothing and boots up to here with hair out to there... but not me. When my husband wraps his arms around me, I know I'm perfect. And I like looking like a mommy. I hope my daughter is surrounded by people that save her from the pressures so many girls give in to. I hope she always knows that she's perfect as is. We all are.

I like to read. I love to write. I devour new and interesting. I have a membership to NPR and support monthly the news that informs me and keeps me thinking. I like debate and social issues.

There isn't anything I would change about my life.

My husband and I have never had a fight. Never. Not once. Debate - oh yes, hours of debate and laughter - but not anger, never. I'm told this will change. I'm told all relationships have a expiration date and once reached, the honeymoon ends and the compromising begins. I'm told marriage requires work. I wonder who decided all this. Not me. Not us. We continue on, happy and in love. I told him one morning that my marriage to him 'was the relentless pursuit of something I already had'. Every morning I wake up ready to 'wow' him - willing to spend all my effort hoping to make him feel a fraction of the love I feel for him. Every night I before I go to sleep, I thank him for giving me another day to fall in love with the most perfect man in the world. I think this must be the way of soul mates. Maybe more of us should speak out and maybe fewer people would settle for compromise.

I like sushi and raw things. I'd probably be a tree hugging, mushroom hunting hippie if I didn't love my coffee, computer and all things modern so much. And fatty foods and chocolate. And probably the large amount of work it would take to be a hippie, like living in boulder and mirco diets....

I don't see the point of fast food. I have sworn to bring a large amount of scorn against the first person to dare feed my child fast food. OH THE SCORN.

I haven't drank soda in over a decade.

I haven't drank alcohol in five years - this is a personal thing between God and myself. I like to think of it as an inside joke.

I'm not the scariest person you've ever met and I'm certainly nothing to be wary about under normal circumstances. I can't out run you. In a fight, even a dirty one, I'm not going to win. My physical skills are laughable and my capacity for violence non-existence. I'm not angry enough to hold a grudge and I'm too full of happy-joy-joy to create the kind of bitter, drawn out drama that most people surround themselves in. But I think that's my greatest trump card. I have limitless patience and understanding. I'm probably an extremely boring enemy cause I forget you. Completely. I don't allow things like that to touch my life.

I would like to write more.

But believe about the Doctor Who thing - it's worth watching.

Have a good one Blog.