Hey writers...it's time.

Get back to work already. You've made your point and yes, you deserve more of the DVD cut.

Can you get back to writing my favourite shows again so I'm not left with the crap that has taken over the airwaves!?

Case in point...The Moment of Truth.

I'd never heard of this show before, and I think my life was a little better then; sweeter, more innocent somehow. I don't know if I'll ever be the same after feasting my eyes on this ridiculous piece of game show drama.

In a nutshell, the show hooks the contestant up to a lie detector test and the host asks 21 questions. If the contestant answers all 21 'truthfully', they win $500,000 or something like that. And the kicker? Their family and friends are all there to watch.

Some questions, as you might imagine, are quite innocuous. Did you ever cheat on a college exam? As an adult, have you ever taken a nude picture of yourself? Then they pull out the big guns.

And you know they're specific to the person sitting in the chair. Have you ever stolen money from a job and blamed someone else for it? Are you still in love with your ex-finance? Have you ever sent a flirtatious text message to a woman other than your wife? Do you blame your father for tearing your family apart? Do you think your mother is overweight?

These don't come out of left field. Some of these questions would be quite harmless to the vast majority of the folks out there, but you can bet your sweet bippy that to the person sitting in the insanely elevated, bright orange, rubberized hot seat that they're deeply personal.

Okay, so that's the show. Who the hell would put themselves through this bullshit? Especially if you have any kind of skeleton in your closet? I mean, this show hunts down your enemies, people you've wronged, people with grudges against you, then brings them front and centre, and gets them to stand there and ask you these seriously challenging questions that make you look like an abject asshole.

Sorry for that insanely long sentence. Please don't ever show up on that game show and accuse me of stringing way too many words together. I'd be crushed.

But seriously. Writers of the world unite and get back to Starbucks with your laptops, would ya? Shonda, I'm talking to you and your crew. Diva needs her some Private Practice and Grey's.

'Cause if I'm forced to watch more of this train wreck - let's face it, I couldn't tear myself away and even got Hubs sucked into the ghetto tv web - I just don't know what will become of me.

And that's the truth.

Or is it? :)

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?

Two down, three to go!

Another big day done and it was a successful one too which really makes me happy. Had a great luncheon meeting, checked a bunch of things off my to do list, and am kinda counting the hours until the week is done.

Tomorrow's a big day too. Yes, I have meetings etc, but more importantly I have my first appointment at the new fertility clinic. Yay!

Aaaaannnnnd there's supposed to be a massive storm. Freezing rain, 10-15cms of snow, making travel difficult.

Did I mention I live a good distance away from the clinic? And my appointment is at 9:30 am?

Sigh.

I'm crossing my fingers that there's no issue in the morning and it's just snow, not freezing rain. Snow I can deal with - freezing rain, and there's only so much a simple car can do. Ice wins, cars lose.

At least I know that if the weather forces me to miss my appointment tomorrow I won't be charged a cancellation fee. We need every penny we have right now! Sheesh! Small relief I suppose, but I'll take it. But more than anything, I hope it's not necessary to worry about canceling at all!

In other news, how many of you have been watching the new HBO series In Treatment? Gabriel Byrne stars as a shrink with issues in this entirely dialogue driven drama. So far I've seen about five episodes and I'm intrigued. Each day is him seeing a specific patient, and guess what? There's one couple that were dealing with infertility for five years.

'Cause hey, why shouldn't art imitate life - again!? It's like I can't get away from it, wherever I go!

This has an interesting twist on things though. In the first episode, the couple are fighting because the woman finally got pregnant and now she wants to have an abortion. Five years of trying apparently and now she wants to get rid of it. Amazing. So totally outside my realm of the expected it actually makes it worth watching.

I can't relate at all to her point of view but man does it make for interesting television. Not that I think anyone who's been through infertility actually was involved in writing the script 'cause it was just that one tick off from feeling authentic, but it was still riveting to see it on the small screen. I'm fascinated to see where things go from here.

Makes me glad that I have a number of therapeutic outlets, though. Hubs, my friends, this blog, WB...people I can vent to at any time on any topic. At least we don't have to deal with non-realistic scripts - the way real life itself plays out is already too chock full of twists and turns for me to believe anyway!

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?

One down, four to go

No, I'm not doing the countdown until our trip...yet. That's a whole other time line in my brain right now.

At this very moment, I'm all about getting through this work week alive.

I truly think this will be one of the busiest weeks of my professional life. Major meetings every day - the kind that actually matter in the grand scheme of things, and not just the time suckers where you sit there and write out your shopping list or practice your signature over and over and over again.

Nope, this is the big time. The time for me to shine, for me to be centre stage, for me to be 'on' the entire time.

And I've got to admit, it's kinda cool.

I actually don't mind being busy. I believe there's a sweet spot of busy-ness...that happy zone where you're well occupied and the day flies by. Not too far into idle nor into uber stress, but in that wonderful 'oh wow, it's 4pm already?' state of being. That's kinda what my week will be like.

My work week, that is. At night I have so many things to do to prepare for our trip that I'm already tired just thinking about it. And that's with getting lots accomplished this weekend! Le sigh.

I'll be heading to bed very shortly as I didn't sleep well last night. Sucks too, 'cause I certainly should have. There were fresh clean sheets on the bed (pure heaven) and I was exhausted from getting home late from a Superbowl party. Too bad I still had to fold all my summer laundry for packing and get my lunch ready and pick out clothes for the next day and change purses...yeah, a lot to do before my head was finally able to hit the pillow.

Of course the minute Hubs' head touched down on the down he was out for the count. Snoring away as only he can. So infuriating. I'm the tired one and I'm relegated to kicking him every few seconds in the hopes of getting him to stop! No peace. None.

Sure enough the alarm goes off in what feels like the blink of an eye and here we are at Monday all over again.

Oh well...just thinking that NEXT Monday there will be no alarm and no GO train trip made getting out of bed that much easier. :)

Let's hope the week flies by for all of us!

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?