re: in the midnight hour

i actually didn't have time to watch last week's episode until tonight. tragic, i know. but here it is, finally...some of you have been waiting...

"bringing home strays"? loved it. alex sucking up to bailey? loved it. sloan befriending the 13 year old girl? loved it. bailey's speech about how she's not going to give the residents a speech to give to their interns? loved it. mer thinking that derek was the one making izzie all porny? LOVED IT! the opening of this episode was just fantastic.

new theory, thanks to vanessa: maybe izzie is going to kill herself in the end so she can be with denny! she is going cuckoo, and this will be her choosing denny over alex, once and for all. shonda apparently claimed that izzie won't be diagnosed with a brain tumour. she did not say, however, that izzie won't die...

why did izzie go to alex at the end of the episode? i think it's because she knows in her heart that denny's not going anywhere. this means that she can choose alex for the night, week, month, whatever, and denny will still be there for her. and then she'll kill herself. because she won't be able to handle it. booyaka!

and where DID denny go when izzie thought he'd left for good? he can't have gone to the bathroom, dead people don't need to pee. this is slightly suspicious. maybe he went to ingest an extra dose of formaldehyde. you know, to stay fresh?

have i mentioned that i loooove izzie's hair short? it's so incredibly beautiful, and when she curls it, she looks so elegant.

poor little grey. she was only pushed to do the rogue surgery because of sadie and her saying meredith thought lexie was a priss. i don't think i like sadie. i know i said in my previous blog that she was hot and accent-y and would probably grow on me...but she seems cancerous. evil. stirring the pot. don't like her.

after everyone's been competing for the solo surgery, cristina and meredith actually inherit their own. i love that bailey didn't just take over, but she taught them how to do it. yay for teaching. and it's nice to see cristina and meredith fight. it's not normal for friends as close as they are to never have an argument. i thought it was ironic that at the beginning of the episode, meredith talks endearingly of how fiercely loyal cristina is, but she didn't reciprocate in the end.

and HOW did owen know exactly which door stoop was cristina's? she said "i live across the street," not "i live across the street in that house over there, you know, number 53 with the red flower in the window" - but still, it made for a fairy-tale-esque kind of moment. sigh. maybe owen isn't so bad when he's not jamming pens into people's throats.

i am so smrt...

the builder's deadline to fix everything on our list of deficiencies was last week. so they're here this week to fix what's outstanding. this means that i have to wake up early to make sure i'm awake and presentable for when they choose to arrive...could be 7:30am, could be 9am...could be 3pm. kris is in vancouver until late thursday evening, so i'm also home alone. this means i have to be showered and have my hair dried for about 7:20am, just in case. add to the fact that i've been going to sleep late with a fairly busy schedule accompanying students for an area music festival, makes for a very tired me.

the other problem is that i can't be in my bedroom when they arrive because i can't always hear the door bell. plus, the act of running down 3 flights of stairs in haste is dangerous, tiring and fruitless; often whoever is at the door doesn't think i'm home and has left by the time i get to the door to open it.

i've come up with a solution to my problem this morning. i woke up super early, made myself presentable, then went downstairs to take a nap on the couch. oh, the irony of waking up just to take a nap. but this allowed me to still get a bit of sleep, hear the doorbell and be within scurrying distance to open the door in time. sometimes i amaze myself with how smart i am.

bargain basement miko

i'm not one to usually find great bargains. i've tried to shop at winners and other similar stores, but the digging to find good things usually just tuckers me out. i try to view it as a challenge, but i'm still not very successful.

so i went to the mall tonight to exchange a pair of shoes that i thought were too small. did i mention the shoes were $30? well, this kind of prefaces my story about finding great deals. turns out they didn't have the larger size, so after some hemming and hawing, i decided to just keep the smaller size (size 5, i might add - this upsizing thing to make americans feel better about their overweightness is apparently reaching out to shoes too. seriously, this is getting out of hand).

waste of trip? nu-uh.

i got a new sweater-dress and i wanted to find orange plastic earrings to go with it. i've been looking everywhere, but apparently this is not the season to buy orange accessories. i went to mexx, and while i was scouring through the jewellery, the sales guy asked me if he could help me. i asked if he had chunky orange plastic-y earrings, even though i couldn't find anything close to an orange hue on display. he told me that i should have come in august, when they had tons of orange, chunky, plastic-y earrings. i replied that i didn't have a dress that required orange chunky plastic-y earrings in august. at this point, i was not confident in this guy's ability to conjure jewellery out of thin air. but then he went behind the cash and dug out a bag that had a bunch of earrings from the summer! and low and behold, i got my earrings. GUESSHOWMUCHTHEYWERE? (no melissa, not three dolla - this is mexx we're talking about, and not the three dolla store) - they cost $7.99! happiness! and i found another set that goes with another outfit i have for $9.99. so i bought both.

then i went to club monaco and found a belt for kris that i'd been admiring for months. it was $9 (marked down from $69). so of course i bought it. the sales guy here tried to convince me to buy a cashmere scarf because i was saving so much money - but, i resisted. i'm NOT still thinking about the cashmere scarf...even though it was 30% off...nope, not thinking about it with adorable white polka dots on black...did i mention i love polka dots? and black and white?

in spite of being sans a beautiful cashmere scarf, today was a good day.

re: these ties that bind

"death"?? i just don't know how i feel about that. i'd much rather call my girls lizzie, christine and marybeth. :) i don't know why that amuses me so much, but it does. simple pleasures.

now sadie...i kind of feel like when you have a new friend, and you meet one of your new friend's old friends, who shared so much with your new friend before you were even friends with her, as if they are in an exclusive club that you can't join, not because you don't want to, but because you can't since your time machine is in the shop, so you're jealous. i yike run-on sentences. :) anyway, it's pretty clear cristina feels this way too. sadie definitely has a prickly demeanour at the beginning, but i do admit that she and her accent are pretty smokin' hot. kind of a keira knightley kind of look to her; i think it's the eyebrows. and i do like keira knightley. okay, sadie may grow on me...BUT ONLY IF SHE TAKES HER SHOES OFF BEFORE JUMPING IN BED. WHO WEARS THEIR SHOES WHEN JUMPING IN SOMEONE ELSE'S BED? WERE WE RAISED IN BARNS, PEOPLE? cristina did the same thing back in season 3, i think it was. what's up with meredith befriending people who wear their shoes in her bed?

now, i know i said i didn't want to know any spoilers, but i'm pretty sure i've figured it out. skip to the next paragraph if you don't want to know that izzie is on her way out...meaning, to death - not to meredith, but the actual state of being...or not being, i suppose. hyuk. and that denny is only touchable to her because he's come to get her so they can live happily ever after together. a nice end, if there has to be one. but sad. my girl, lizzie...we never did see eye-to-eye, but i think i will miss her. just like how if you don't really like someone, you don't actually dislike them so much that you want them to die. because that's just mean.

callie's wish to fix someone's broken bones came true. but then she couldn't fix him, even though she had successfully reconstructed his bones...he died before she could put them in. just like she couldn't fix her relationship with erica. her breakdown was wonderfully done too. apparently season 5 is all about hysterical fits of crying. i like, i like. (what does that say about me as a person?)

"KEEP LITTLE SLOAN OUT OF LITTLE GREY!" i love it! especially mark's reaction to being called "little sloan". faaaantastic. you'd think a bunch of doctors could actually cut the euphemisms and call things what they are. then again, you'd think a bunch of doctors would be able to diagnose asperger's syndrome when they see it. even i knew she had some kind of disorder. and i teach piano for a living. i wonder if there's more to this story? it seems kind of abrupt to just bring her in, ostracize her, have her deliver a TKO punch on her way out, never to return again. maybe she'll be the new cardio-thoracic doctor. this role seems destined to be the grey's equivalent of the defence against dark arts teacher in harry potter. no one can keep it for longer than a year after burke is gone...or shall i say he-who-must-not-be-named?

scout-ing report #2

i noticed that whenever kris goes away and leaves me home alone, scout will be significantly more affectionate...she'll sit beside me on the couch instead of lounging on one of the stair steps (yes - close to the b-word). at night, she'll sleep cuddled up beside me rather than laying at my feet.

well, kris has been back for over a week, and scout is still extra snuggly! she may not lie on the couch, but that could be because there's no room - she sleeps on the nearby chair instead. and at night, she is still curls up right beside me and stays there all night long.

maybe it's because i kept telling her about melissa's cats who are so sweet and nice and she's trying to compete. always a motive, isn't there?

scout-ing report #1

and it's been a while since i've blogged about my precious. here are some pictures of her trying to drink out of the bathroom tap. who needs a water dish?

"hmm. i could go for a drink of water right now..."



"hello, what's this?" (i loved it when garfield used to say that.)



"water! success!"



"so close..."

cataracts and cadillacs...

i had this white spot on the inside of my lower eyelid that my optometrist wanted me to get checked out. she figured it was probably just a clogged sweat gland, but she wanted to make sure. her office booked an appointment with an opthamologist at mount sinai hospital, which happened to be this morning.

i just made it to the opthamologist's office in time for 9:45am and i sat down to wait. the only other people that were in the waiting room were really elderly people who like to complain. i quickly found out that the 9am appointment still hadn't been seen. this didn't bode well. i entertained myself by eavesdropping on their conversations where they reminisced about the war and how easy condo living is compared to owning a house. one couple joined this old-person club where you pay $8000 to join and $3000 every year after that. i didn't catch what the the perks were to this elusive club, so i guess i'll never know. one lady kept updating everyone about how her eyesight was deteriorating even more because she's been waiting so long. and i played brick breaker on my cell phone. it took an hour and 15 minutes for the opthamologist to see me. he looked at my eye and within seconds, told me what it was: a clogged sweat gland.

while i'm glad it's nothing serious, i was a little peeved that i spent that much time waiting for a two-second diagnosis. i think some of that old-person-negativity is rubbing off on me.

re: rise up

okay, where to start...

sloan is really impressing me this season. i haven't ever been a huge fan, and think of him more as comic relief and moderate eye candy. i find him greasy-looking - i think it's the chin strap? - but i know there are some the loooove him (dani!) so maybe it's just me. i loved his double-entendres today, which weren't even really double-entendre-y, he was just saying normal things with a slightly raised eyebrow. "can you...pass the...ketchup...hmm?" i think i'll try that tomorrow to see what kind of reactions i can get.

i'm a little sad about hahn leaving - not that i liked her...her voice was very grating and she was just plain nasty to everyone except callie...but she is/was the only female attending, and it would be nice if she could have stayed. if only for that reason.

i LOVED george's reaction when he realized he was being watched. and cristina's reaction when she realized sloan was hitting on her. and izzie's reaction when meredith said she saw dead denny. "today?" so good.

yay for denny's "return"! i always wondered how izzie was able to just move on, so it's kind of reassuring to see that she hasn't fully. and denny can smile with his eyes like nobody's business! take that, tyra. i love that he didn't say anything until the very very end. sigh.

the older couple - they were so sweet. i also wondered how they were able to just say good bye and then hello when she wakes up...clearly it's not as easy as it seems. so touching at the end. why couldn't they just undo the DNR?! the husband clearly didn't know what he was getting himself into!

and finally...i have HEARD that derek spilled big beans (and i mean secrets, not actual beans) by accident, but i don't know the details other than hahn leaving. so please don't ruin the surprise for me. or i'll kill you. thanks. :)

on being violated...

i was trying to log in to my blog last night, and for some reason, my browser couldn't find it. it automatically led me to a google search of "mmmiko.blogspot.com". it was at this moment that i realized that i've been violated! twice!

are you ready for this?

first, some stairs and b a n i s t e r website has linked to my blog about scout sticking her head through the anister-bay spindles in our new house. why?! i know i quickly referenced a you-know-what, but it's not like my blog actually gave a shout-out to a specific brand, so it can't be advertising. it looks like someone has a b-fetish (i am avoiding typing the b-word in case they link to this post too...sickos).

then, there is a dutch website that seems to link to anything on the internet that contains pictures of cuba. to go along with the invasion of my "privacy" (how much privacy do i really have when posting journalistic e-proof of how crazy i really am?), is what i believe to be a snide comment about my fondness for the cuban cats. i've deduced the comment has something to do with how i don't realize how dirty cuban cats are. i realize how dirty they are, but i love them anyway! it's called unconditional love, haters!

hmph.

sleep savings

people talk about their internal clocks and how going back to eastern standard time results in waking up an hour earlier for the first few days (those with babies, especially). i think my body is actually used to switching between DST and EST, to the point where when it comes close to switching back to EST, i can't get enough sleep, i'm sleeping in all the time and dragging my butt...then when the clocks go back, i go back to normal. it's like my body is crying out for that extra hour of sleep.

so needless to say, i'm back on track. hooray for that extra hour!