Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Mall Cops: Mall of America

I LOVE this show!
Because we only live about 30 mins north of the Mall of America, we're able to take the kids out there quite often to get on the rides, shop, etc. And although we are there maybe every other weekend, I had no idea of the extent these officers go through to keep everyone safe.
Did I also mention my husband is one of the officers? Even then, I'd been oblivious! (He's the one farthest to the right)
The show's about the security officers at the Mall of America and pretty much just what happens during the busiest time of year: Black Friday through New Years of 2009-2010. It's been getting about 1.9million viewers every Thursday nights when it airs on TLC.
A few people I've talked to have told me they didn't like the show and that it feels too scripted (ie they use really big words, etc), but really, it's not. They say what's on their minds and do what they do naturally. My husband was followed by the camera crew quite a few times and not once did he have to carry and/or read a script.
I agree that there are some very corny parts, but I personally like it, not because of my husband (because he's only cameos), but because so many interesting things happen there everyday! Also, how often do you get to watch a show based in your own backyard? The show may not be very good to others, but it still puffs me up with pride that Hollywood and the rest of the nation want to know how we Minnesotans are doing up here.
I've missed the last couple of shows, but I found out that I can still catch them online at TLC's website so that's what I'm gonna go do now!

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

I think I'm bipolar or something...

Today was a great day... until we got home, that is...

Everything went really well and then once we got home, the kids starts screaming for daddy to put up the kiddy pool.

Then the husband starts stomping around the house with his big-ol' size 10.5 combat boots. He starts pulling all the kitchen drawers open, goes up the stairs, then comes back down to go through the kitchen drawer again. I'm starting to get mad, I don't know why.

"What are you looking for?" I was putting away groceries at the time and I'm even madder by this point because he's not asking me for help or wasn't willing to even talk to me, for that matter.

He mumbles something incoherent.

"What?" Ok, sure. Mr Macho Man is so great he doesn't want me to know. Now I'm fuming.

He repeats himself louder. He's looking for a thingamabob for the bike pump so he can pump air into the kiddy pool.

That's it?!

He was only looking for that thing and here he was making a huge ruckus throughout the house?!

Made me mad for that tiny little thing?

I couldn't calm myself down. I got madder and madder, I even got mad at the kids. For really no apparent reason.

I'm so definitely bipolar or something (swear to God, I'm not PMS-ing!).

Too bad I can no longer afford my antidepressants which had helped with that weird moodiness.

Anyway, I forced myself outside to do some gardening.

That finally cheered me up.