I go through cycles of addiction with my TV watching. Star Trek, The Next Generation (ALWAYS a fave of mine), I Love Lucy, Frasier and Just Shoot Me to name a few. Raise a glass to DVR ladies and gentlemen (one of the greatest inventions known to man). But, lately, I've found myself returning to the old tried and true: Little House on the Prairie. And I'm such a sap. I cry at almost every episode. I watched it like 4 times a day when I was pregnant with Jack and stuck home on bed rest and sobbed like a baby every time it was on (especially the James & Cassandra two parter where SPOILER ALERT - their parents die in an horrific wagon accident and they go to live with these abusive foster parents and then Charles and Caroline take them in because they feel that love will keep them alive and it doesn't matter that they don't have enough money or a big enough house). Of course, at the time I was great with child (I've never understood that phrase - there is nothing great about being so huge that your ankles have their own zip code) so I was sobbing about everything anyway. But even now - with the pregnancy hormones being nothing more than a wretched memory - I still get all choked up about this show. There's just something about Charles kicking someone's butt and then crying about his family. It simply does not get old... Even Kurt doesn't complain about this show (he often shares his little editorials while I'm watching my programs - especially if it's an I Love Lucy episode). But the only comment he makes when I watch Little House is: "Dude, you just don't mess with Charles." Oh - he also says "Shut up Carrie." (he sort of thinks that the Carrie character is unnecessary).... And it's also a bit of a compulsion. He honestly can't help himself. I keep telling him that there are 12 step programs out there that can help him through this - but he's not having any of it.
Monday, March 17, 2008
I'm hooked. Again...
Posted by Heidi on Monday, March 17, 2008
Labels: confessions
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Oh Heidi - I love Little House. I tivoed it when I was nursing Lexi so I could watch it in the middle of the night! And thank you for the spoiler alert. Although I wouldn't be as upset for you spoiling the plot of Little House as I am at your husband for ruining LOST! But I digress...fun fact....I went to college with one of the twin girls who played the baby Ingalls. i can't remember the character's name...but she had a pic of her and Michael Landon with the rest of the cast on set in her dorm room. Pretty cool, huh?
Oh my gosh! I LOVE Little House on the Prairie!!! I totally remember watching it and I recently found it on the Hallmark channel. SO excited! I also am totally in love with I Love Lucy. My dad hated it. He thought Lucy was so annoying. Sometimes we couldn't watch it. I kinda think he didn't like it because my grandma liked it, shhh.... you didn't hear it from me.
I don't know all of the character names, but I know I never liked "Nelly", she was the spoiled brat right. Ultimately, Laurel says I am a cynic and that is why I never connected with the show. I would say the reason is that it is basically a "chick flick".
My first memories of the show were entering the family room to find my dad and sister crying at every episode (I was too young to be in to it when it first came out). I then learned to love it in syndication. I loved to hate Nellie, never understood why Almanzo & Laura called each other Manly & Beth, always wanted the penny candy they sold at the Oleson's store, and loved the episode where Albert kicked morphine by holding up in the cabin with dad and he threw up what looked like milk all over.
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