Maybe It's Just Me...

But something is starting to make me feel a little uncomfortable.

I arrived in Texas at midnight last night. That's right, midnight. It took nine hours to get to a state that it takes two hours to fly to. What does that tell you? Delays, delays, delays. But I try not to complain too much about it after hearing this; I mean, who wants to be a "non-contributing zero?"

Anyway, this morning when I woke up and settled in to a big comfy chair with some chocolate milk (cuz I'm a classy gal) I flipped on the TiVo and what I found was more than a little disturbing. For the record, let me state that my mom and dad have TWO SEPARATE TiVo's. His is in the living room and it records things like Golf, Fox News, Lost and 24. Hers, however, is in her bedroom and it records these:

48 Hours: Hard Evidence
Forensic Files
Dominick Dunne: What Price Murder?
Dominick Dunne: Blood Money
Dead Men Talking
Crime Stories
Parole Board
Law and Order: Criminal Intent
Case Crackers
Dateline on ID
48 Hours Mystery
In Cold Blood

And last but not least..

Snapped: A nurse who was bored with her job and marriage, murders her husband in his sleep, sets fire to the house and tries to collect the insurance money.

Okay, is it just me or is that weird? My dad and I have often worried that my mom goes a little above and beyond in the ol' True Crime genre, but this just doesn't seem healthy to me. Of course it's my poor dad who wakes up every morning seeing this on the nightstand beside him...



He says this is the reason he buys her so much jewelry. I would too.

My mom. This is the same women who came to visit me in Tennessee and brought three books with her:
her NIV Bible,
Seven Things That Steal Your Joy by Joyce Meyer
and
Evil Beside Her: The True Story of A Texas Woman's Marriage to a Dangerous Psychopath.

(Hey Joyce! I think I found an 8th thing that can steal your joy.)