Sunday-Night Must See Part 2: Run Fast, Run Far, And, Independence Day

Gray's Anatomy is now my favorite show. Not that I don't love DH, still... but one has to admit that Bree's problems would never happen in real life. Imagine if you will: a man forces a diamond ring on your hand and blows up your male friend's car when you dance with him. Ain't gonna happen in real life.

Meredith, on the other hand, is still smarting from her all-too-brief tryst with Derrick, while he looks to be having Sex with his Ex. My guess is... it's one last time "just to make sure"... By the end of the season, he'll leave Mrs. Dr. Sheppard for good.

Independence Day
As given by the lyrics to the chorus of the Martina McBride song
by the same name:

let freedom ring, let the white dove sing
let the whole world know that
Today is a day of reckoning
let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong
roll the stone away, make the guilty pay,
it’s independence day

Both M.W. and I share this date as our collective and respective days of Independence. It was a coincidence, but the retrospective of two years ago today was noted just a few days before the first posting of This Blog. I went into my details to a morbid degree... and some things were skated over in lieu of posting them to This Other Blog which is full of venom (my throat tastes like bile, just thinking about it), questioning, and self-and-ex-loathing.

Raise your glass and raise your voice -- Here's to women and men everywhere, whose lives have been hijacked from them by their alleged "significant other". Here's to their hurting and sad hearts, that they may find a way back to themselves (hopefully less painful than my route).

Peace,

Dot.