tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40033596362470302032024-03-18T13:58:02.919-06:00MormonLesbianI'm Mormon. And I'm a lesbian. What's funnier than that?MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.comBlogger192125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-39845519646470420432015-06-30T15:23:00.000-06:002015-06-30T15:23:21.289-06:00New "SisterBlog" Announced<style type="text/css">
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I want to start blogging again. I still may update here, but for the more serious and introspective side on the issues a MormonLesbian (now married to a man!) is facing and has faced as of late, I refer you to my new blog at mormonlesbian2.blogspot.com where I will discuss post-coming out, continually coming out at work and in dating, and why the hell I'm to a man. MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-45683065225691477342012-04-06T02:14:00.001-06:002012-05-03T13:07:25.913-06:00It Gets Better, Part DeuxOn the heels of panel discussion led by four LGBT students (all of whom I love) at BYU, but also unfortunately on the heels of another gay LDS suicide is this: <br />
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I almost wasn't in this. In the planning stages of the video, way back in October/November, I had an internal debate of whether I should be in it. After I filmed my portion in December, for months I debated whether or not I should email the <a href="http://farbetweenmovie.com/">amazing man</a> in charge of compiling the video and making it beautiful, and tell him I just can't be in it. I seriously had a few sleepless nights over it where I thought, "ML, you ignorant slut! It doesn't get better!" And every time I would think, "No, this is a good thing." And I thought of my Twitter followers and my blog. Because it's one thing to anonymously spout things off about what I believe in and to say I care about an issue, but it's another to actually publicly stand up for what you believe in. And I do not like the relationship that my two communities (the LGBT community and the LDS community) often have. I mean, that's why I picked the name "MormonLesbian" for my blog/Twitter/etc. (well, I'm also uncreative). I wanted to help bridge these two communities and make at least one person think, "Not all Mormons are bad." or "Not all gay people are bad." So, to make a short story long, I decided to just be in the video. Even though I'm still a little nervous about who in my life sees it, not gonna lie.<br />
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And then I watched the video. And I immediately thought three things: <br />
1. Why am I standing like that? It gives me a double chin... <br />
2. I'm sure we are going to get flak from Mormon extremist jerks (Sons of Liberty, *cough*), but I really don't see how they can watch that video and not feel the Spirit and see that these are some really amazing and good people. I really do think they are the ones that need to pray more and read their scriptures, not us.<br />
3. Well, it wasn't really a thought, but I was just really happy. And proud of all of my adorable friends in the video. Seriously, they are amazing.<br />
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Anywho, watch it again!<br />
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Also, I want to start blogging more regularly again. Any requests for future posts? :)MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-76619529256356958982011-12-11T17:35:00.000-07:002011-12-11T17:35:23.579-07:00Nerds, Geeks, and Dorks--Part DeuxMonths ago, I said I'd do a follow-up to <a href="http://mormonlesbian.blogspot.com/2011/03/nerds-and-geeks-and-dorks-oh-my.html">my first Nerds, Geeks, and Dorks post</a>. And you know I must be really procrastinating studying for finals/packing my life in boxes to do a post. Especially after months of being a loser and not posting...<br />
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This post is mostly my <i>Firefly</i> girls :)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bnd2QBn30UI/TuVEPu5duvI/AAAAAAAAElY/mC4XaL_u_Ko/s1600/Firefly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bnd2QBn30UI/TuVEPu5duvI/AAAAAAAAElY/mC4XaL_u_Ko/s320/Firefly.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I feel like <i>Firefly</i> is one of those fandoms that shows how dedicated and crazy fandoms can get. I mean, they got a movie three years after the series was cancelled during its first season.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Summer Glau</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Summer Glau is all over the Whedonverse (like most people in the Whedonverse...) with <i>Firefly, Angel, </i>and <i>Dollhouse.</i> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1w9jm1e0vrw/TuVF3nr6kZI/AAAAAAAAElk/6bcM5EDupTk/s1600/Summer%2BGlau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1w9jm1e0vrw/TuVF3nr6kZI/AAAAAAAAElk/6bcM5EDupTk/s320/Summer%2BGlau.jpg" width="214" /></a></div>And I was super psyched to see her be a badass in my new favorite summer show, <i>Alphas</i>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jaochXNPp9Q/TuVGCXiJhSI/AAAAAAAAElw/zRCeb8sClUo/s1600/Picture%2B2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jaochXNPp9Q/TuVGCXiJhSI/AAAAAAAAElw/zRCeb8sClUo/s320/Picture%2B2.png" width="320" /></a></div>I totally shipped her and Nina (but how could you not? The episode was filled with lezzie subtext).<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Gina Torres</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyone else remember when she was Cleopatra on <i>Xena</i>?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b> </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZBnITRUHi8/TuVGurfxZ1I/AAAAAAAAEl8/rRFzOMo9r54/s1600/Cleopatra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZBnITRUHi8/TuVGurfxZ1I/AAAAAAAAEl8/rRFzOMo9r54/s320/Cleopatra.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Now Gina is on my other new favorite summer show, <i>Suits.</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Morena Baccarin</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b> </b>Inara Serra on <i>Firefly</i>, Adria on <i>Stargate</i>, and Anna on <i>V</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9XNtGP2i2f8/TuVHYp35l9I/AAAAAAAAEmU/Y9iiDDC1NVg/s1600/Morena.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9XNtGP2i2f8/TuVHYp35l9I/AAAAAAAAEmU/Y9iiDDC1NVg/s320/Morena.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Although, honestly, I just think of Chloe with the crazy eyes on <i>How I Met Your Mother</i> when I think of Morena Baccarin. And the fact that she has a <i>really</i> tiny head.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Jewel Staite</b> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbGH_m9Akao/TuVH4MUEBAI/AAAAAAAAEmg/DxvmntIbEWo/s1600/Jewel%2BStaite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbGH_m9Akao/TuVH4MUEBAI/AAAAAAAAEmg/DxvmntIbEWo/s320/Jewel%2BStaite.jpg" width="214" /></a></div>She was Kaylee Frye on <i>Firefly </i>and Pretty Boy's Cheating Whore Wife on <i>Wonderfalls</i>. And she posed with her now out co-star from <i>Firefly</i>, Sean Maher, for NoH8.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amanda Tapping</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
Reasons why I love Amanda Tapping: Sam Carter, Helen Magnus, and she's hot.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bECc85crLl0/TuVJezFAfkI/AAAAAAAAEnE/Gl9lj9Hhe_k/s1600/Amanda%2BTapping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bECc85crLl0/TuVJezFAfkI/AAAAAAAAEnE/Gl9lj9Hhe_k/s320/Amanda%2BTapping.jpg" width="214" /></a></div>^ I ship it.<br />
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My last post, Allison Scagliotti (Claudia from <i>Warehouse 13</i>) was included, but I neglected to post about:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7GtxHLQCoA/TuVJ9LBkh5I/AAAAAAAAEnQ/X4ur59wbmyw/s1600/HG%2BMyka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7GtxHLQCoA/TuVJ9LBkh5I/AAAAAAAAEnQ/X4ur59wbmyw/s320/HG%2BMyka.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>I have to thank <i>Warehouse 13 </i>for making me like Jaime Murray. I just disliked her so much on <i>Dexter</i>--breaking up Dexter and Julie Benz, sticking her boobs in Debra's face, and being a crazy b. I was so happy when she died. But her H.G. Wells is so fantastic. And the amount of subtext between her and Myka Bering is a shipper's dream come true.<br />
Before her, I was happy enough looking at Claudia and Myka.<br />
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Jaime Murray Wearing This Hat:<br />
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My favorite part of the Bering & Wells ship is that Joanne Kelly and Jaime Murray thought up having a little eyesex/lezzie subtext on their own, and the writers liked it and built on it.<br />
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The BYU school newspaper, <i>The Daily Universe</i>, printed some pretty horrifying Letters to the Editor. They were also posted on their website. It’s funny how they ended up editing them for content on the website (and eventually removing one completely), but didn't have the foresight to see how offensive these words were when publishing the paper. It caused quite the outrage amongst some members of the BYU community because of how insensitive, ignorant, and sometimes outright hateful they were. Don't get me wrong, I'm a huge fan of free speech and free press. But a university school paper is definitely not the place for hate speech. Especially at BYU, a private university, where students are required to edit their speech, behavior, and even dress. <br />
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Okay, I don't read <i>The Daily Universe</i> so I didn't read the opinion that these letters were responding to... But it can be gleaned from the letters that the opinion was about how gay couples would make perfectly adequate, if not good, parents. So, that is a small victory for BYU!<br />
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Three letters were printed in response. All varying in levels of homophobia. <br />
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One letter included these gems:<br />
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<i>"You said: ‘We believe in Christ, but does that mean Buddhist parents are less capable of providing a suitable home?’<br />
My response: Yes. If children were just as well off in a Buddhist home as an LDS home, why bother being LDS? I believe in the doctrines of the Church, and children are better off being raised in a righteous LDS home than any other environment. Without this view, why perform missionary work?"</i><br />
<b>I find this utterly appalling. What a culturally/religiously elitist snob!</b><br />
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<i>You said: ‘</i>The Family: A Proclamation to the World <i>also states parents should rear their children in love and righteousness, provide for their physical and spiritual needs… to think only heterosexual couples are capable of doing this is crazy talk.’<br />
My response: How can a heterosexual couple raise a child ‘in righteousness,’ providing for ‘spiritual needs,’ when their living arrangement is fundamentally contrary to the commandments of God and prohibits them from having the Spirit in their home? Now, I do not believe homosexual people cannot have the Spirit, but choosing to live together violates the law of chastity in a most severe way and the Spirit cannot dwell in a home where chastity is disregarded.”</i> <br />
<b>Ah, yes. This was my favorite thing that my bishop told me this summer… Apparently I am going to stop reading my scriptures and praying because I’ll stop having the desire if I’m “living in sin.” You know, “just like a murderer” would. First, comparing “living the gay lifestyle” to being a murderer? People really need to stop doing that. Second, nothing infuriates me more than the message that gay people can’t be religious, spiritual, etc. Why do you think there are “godless homosexuals”? Because they’ve been told things like “God hates fags” and “You can’t have the Spirit if you’re living in sin.” </b><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">In response to my bishop, I did metaphorically whip out my Bible and talk about how even though King David was told that he lost out on exaltation for having Uriah killed, not even he completely lost the Spirit. And murder is worse than sexual sin. Yet King David is regarded more highly than any homosexual probably ever will be in the LDS Church... To which my bishop said, “Well…”</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Really, to say that the Spirit of God could not dwell in the home of a homosexual couple--a homosexual couple who are faithful to each other, loving, humble, and-despite the fact that they are homosexuals-are trying to become more like Christ--is ridiculous to me.</b><br />
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The second letter was no better.<br />
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<i>As prophets have said for thousands of years, sodomy is a disgusting sin we can't accept.</i><br />
<b>Yeah... I remember those scriptures so clearly... “Sodomy is a disgusting sin.” ‘Disgusting’ is the most commonly used adjective in the King James Version of The Bible…. So, Leviticus says: "Thous shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination" (18:22). Biblical literalists will say that clearly shows that homosexuality is a sin. And we all know that everything in the Bible should be taken literally... Bible scholars will tell you that "abomination" meant that it was simply against tradition, or a social taboo. Like how Leviticus also says, "These shall ye eat of all that are in the waters: whatsoever hath fins and scales in the waters, in the seas, and in the rivers, them shall ye eat. And all that have not fins and scales in the seas, and in the rivers, of all that move in the waters, and of any living thing which is in the waters, they shall be an abomination unto you" (11:9-10). I know a lot of very religious people who love the shellfish. Abomination! (For more on this, watch the film For the Bible Tells Me So. It's a really good watch about how the Religious Right demonizes the gay community and how that has terrible consequences. And it makes me cry.) </b><br />
<b>On another note, I know some gay men and many lesbians who do not have anal sex... </b><br />
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</div><i>Apostles have said we must love the sinner and hate the sin.<br />
With tolerance and love, we hope people with homosexual challenges will accept the Atonement of Christ and change for the better.</i><br />
<b>Actually, the LDS Church doesn't support reparative therapies so I don't know what this "change" is about. And "for the better"? Disagree. Becoming a sad, lifeless husk of a human that the "cool little Mormon trick" when you "turn it off like a light switch. Just go click!" produces is not okay! <br />
But I will say, that I, as a person “with homosexual challenges” have “accept[ed] the Atonement of Christ” and I really have “change[d] for the better.” Because of the Atonement, Christ has surely “borne [my] griefs, and carried [my] sorrows” (Isaiah 53:4). Did I not mention that my “homosexual challenges” have come from society, Mormon culture, and ignorant people like the writers of this letter...</b><br />
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<i>However, studies show living without either a mother or a father is detrimental to the probability of successful children later in life.<br />
Some are successful anyway, but most aren’t.</i><br />
<b>All of the studies I’ve found have said that gay male/lesbian couples are either comparable to their heterosexual counterparts or better as parents… But I just read those in my Psych textbooks, the Journal of Marriage and Family, the Children and Youth Services Review, and Adoption Quarterly—among others. And we know that peer-reviewed journal articles are complete shenanigans!<br />
Unless these studies are talking about single parent vs. two parent homes... Then that's a whole 'nother discussion. </b><br />
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<i>Just because it’s tremendously politically incorrect to state the truth doesn’t mean we don’t state it anyway: sexual sins, of which homosexuality is one, are not OK.<br />
We must avoid, at all costs, letting children grow up in a home where horrible sins are modeled as acceptable.</i><br />
<b>“We must avoid, at all costs…” Extermination of order of the gays? Nah, too extreme. Let’s just continue our bullying of homosexuals until they resort to suicide. Society and religious zealots have been doing a great job of that for awhile... </b><br />
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<i>Just as if we wouldn’t want a child to grow up with a prostitute for a mother or a serial killer for a father, we shouldn’t accept a lesbian, gay or transgender parental model for young people.</i><br />
<b>Just like prostitutes and serial killers made choices to become prostitutes and serial killers, I actively made the choice to be gay. Prostitutes and SERIAL KILLERS are clearly on the same level as gay people... (I'm actually offended for prostitutes being grouped with serial killers...) But he’s right, LGBT parents, since they are the role models for their children, are statistically more likely than heterosexual parents to have/raise LGBT children. Oh, wait… Studies show that's false? Well, damn. </b><br />
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<i>Kids and teenagers have enough trouble with standards and morality when they have good parents. Take a stand and say no to homosexuality, a sin against nature and a sin against God.</i><br />
<b>“When they have good parents.” … Because homosexuals are inherently bad parents? <br />
“A sin against nature.”<br />
“A sin against God.”<br />
...wow... </b><br />
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So, the reason for outrage is clear. a. Ignorance being propagated is not good. b. There could be some young BYU student reading that, who is struggling with the fact that he or she is gay, and just see, “A sin against nature and a sin against God” and turn to some horrible and drastic conclusions.<br />
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In response, this was drafted (by some awesome people) and posted on the Facebook group, ShameOnYouDU: <br />
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<i><b>The Other Great Commandment:</b></i><br />
<i><b>Love Thy Neighbor as Thyself</b></i><br />
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<i>We of the BYU community who are sympathetic to our homosexual brothers and sisters were extremely hurt by the insensitive articles in the Daily Universe comparing homosexuals to prostitutes and serial killers. Gay students are in every classroom, every war, and every apartment complex at BYU, and we want to reach out in love to help you better understand</i><br />
<i>-Utah leads the nation in youth suicides and teen homelessness, a large number which are gay youth (Utah Suicide Stats Alarming, Salt Lake Tribune, 2007).</i><br />
<i>-Gay youth who are rejected by family or peers are 8 times more likely to commit suicide and 6 times as likely to be depressed (Ryan, Huebner, Diaz, & Sanchez. 2009. Pediatrics).</i><br />
<i>Attempts to “love the sinner and hate the sin” more often than not come across as rejection, hate, and hostility. The hostility directed towards anonymous populations instead spiritually wounds your brothers and sisters all around you. If you don’t think you know a gay person, you’re wrong. They just don’t trust you enough to tell you.</i><br />
<i>The attitude represented by these articles creates and reopens wounds that the Son of God Himself died to heal. Gay members of the Church struggle under the burden of self-loathing, believing they are not worthy of God’s love. Those wounds are healed through the mercy of Jesus Christ and it is not our place undo what He has done.</i><br />
<i>Some people believe that homosexuality is a sin, but what does that have to do with love? The task of religion is not to teach us whom we’re entitled to hate, but whom we’re required to love. </i><br />
<i>To our gay brothers and sisters at BYU, you are not alone. We love you. There is a place for you with us and with God. </i><br />
<i>For more information, see the Facebook group: ShameOnYouDU</i><br />
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I also hear a flier with a shortened version of this was distributed about campus, posted on lampposts, and put on windshields of cars...<br />
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On a lighter note, this is my new obsession:<br />
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Well... really, THIS is my new obsession: <br />
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<i>This</i> is how you make your lezzie fanbase happy. I'll give you five LLBFF scenes for more of this awesome.<br />
Love,<br />
MormonLesbian<br />
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*Jane and Maura are watching the highlights from the previous night's baseball game (gay!)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbVig3rx2Gk/TkIw0B5oDgI/AAAAAAAAEew/cZCf_KInHaQ/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbVig3rx2Gk/TkIw0B5oDgI/AAAAAAAAEew/cZCf_KInHaQ/s320/1.png" width="320" /></a></div>I guess Maura convinced Jane the night before that sex is a better option than baseball.<br />
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And, of course, Maura can't help herself... "He is quite the male specimen." "I'd love to 'mega' him." (Well, I can't blame her. It <i>is</i> baseball.)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FOfX7Cf_PcU/TkIw0XfHycI/AAAAAAAAEe4/d5zry3lnMo4/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FOfX7Cf_PcU/TkIw0XfHycI/AAAAAAAAEe4/d5zry3lnMo4/s320/2.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Jane's disapproval is about the 'bad language' Maura is using in front of her mother. Right, because 'mega'ing someone is very pornographic... (Seriously, it makes me feel really uncomfortable when Maura talks about non-Jane humans in a jump his/her bones sort of way. And then I have to keep reminding myself that they aren't really a couple. Or, you know, real people... But still. Not cool, Maura.)<br />
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But apparently Mama Rizzoli and Maura are always up at night painting each other's toenails and gushing about boys. Well, maybe 'gushing' isn't the word I want to use...<br />
Angela: He's a hunk!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ8LmZbO04A/TkIw0ikuxrI/AAAAAAAAEfA/OlKn3kuo0ic/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ8LmZbO04A/TkIw0ikuxrI/AAAAAAAAEfA/OlKn3kuo0ic/s320/3.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Jane: Okay, officially throwing up in my mouth.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_w8pbDLk3k/TkIw0_3MC6I/AAAAAAAAEfI/6oFDQJbiOQQ/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_w8pbDLk3k/TkIw0_3MC6I/AAAAAAAAEfI/6oFDQJbiOQQ/s320/4.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><br />
(Side Note: Really, <i>Rizzoli & Isles</i>? Baseball. Ownership issues. Divorce. Kick me in the face, why don'tcha... Still a touchy subject for the Dodger fans)<br />
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But look who is out of prison these days! <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ViaDp-mF41A/TkIw1Hiw9GI/AAAAAAAAEfQ/ikomP0kiD0I/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ViaDp-mF41A/TkIw1Hiw9GI/AAAAAAAAEfQ/ikomP0kiD0I/s320/6.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Everyone's favorite oldest youngest brother: Tommy.<br />
And Tommy has been doing some plumbing work for Maura.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKE9-6aA7oA/TkIzIvWDGqI/AAAAAAAAEfY/57mLkz1XotU/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKE9-6aA7oA/TkIzIvWDGqI/AAAAAAAAEfY/57mLkz1XotU/s320/8.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>Maura: Please let me pay you.<br />
I know it's your first instinct these days, Maura, but please don't repay him with sexual favors.<br />
But apparently there has already been some type of quid pro quo going on...<br />
Jane: All you're doing for him?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JT62iW_UhZM/TkIzIzAA9PI/AAAAAAAAEfg/n0HYPY5Ua90/s1600/9.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JT62iW_UhZM/TkIzIzAA9PI/AAAAAAAAEfg/n0HYPY5Ua90/s320/9.png" width="320" /></a></div>Shoot, Jane knows that Maura's been ready to spread her legs for any Tom, Dick, or Harry this season...<br />
Tom:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HY3cfhDr7hI/TkIzJIC8tCI/AAAAAAAAEfo/B2gG2TJ8iFc/s1600/10.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HY3cfhDr7hI/TkIzJIC8tCI/AAAAAAAAEfo/B2gG2TJ8iFc/s320/10.png" width="320" /></a></div>Dick:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ssnGEyZ66k/TkIzJe6FJaI/AAAAAAAAEfw/CAXAjXE1yzs/s1600/11.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ssnGEyZ66k/TkIzJe6FJaI/AAAAAAAAEfw/CAXAjXE1yzs/s320/11.png" width="320" /></a></div><strike>Hairy</strike> Harry:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFiS5_O5OtA/TkIzJYBtV_I/AAAAAAAAEf4/XTSi1kA0l0o/s1600/12.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFiS5_O5OtA/TkIzJYBtV_I/AAAAAAAAEf4/XTSi1kA0l0o/s320/12.png" width="320" /></a></div>But Maura is just looking out for her girlfriend's brother, which is sweet. And that's all it better be... (I'm looking at you, Tamaro). <br />
And after all the talk of letter writing to Tommy and whatnot, Jane finally calls Tommy a "screw-up" and a "felon," her voice dripping with disapproval. At least the <i>R&I</i> writers have an occasional brush-by with continuity (immediately followed by a "Do I know you?"...)<br />
Maura: He's made some bad choices, but that doesn't make him a bad person.<br />
Jane: Oh yeah, right. He did fix your flush valve.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YpR_xSNbdkE/TkI2SCxff9I/AAAAAAAAEgA/M5KhUyCmBRE/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YpR_xSNbdkE/TkI2SCxff9I/AAAAAAAAEgA/M5KhUyCmBRE/s320/13.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>Maura's Face: You know you're the only one that can even <i>find</i> my 'flush valve.' (Wait... That sounds gross.)<br />
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Maura gets a call that some dude has been found dead in the locker rooms at the baseball stadium. To Jane, this sounds like a great and cheap date idea.<br />
And then Jane slaps Maura's ass.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJh731kCfvI/TkI2SiulzgI/AAAAAAAAEgI/ZR1G7UyqPVI/s1600/14.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJh731kCfvI/TkI2SiulzgI/AAAAAAAAEgI/ZR1G7UyqPVI/s320/14.png" width="320" /></a></div>(Which really isn't that lezzie to me because I slap the ass of every Peter, Paul, and Mary, but it's nonetheless awesome)<br />
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And finally it's Jane who is following Maura to places that aren't in her job description.<br />
Chief: Go enjoy the game and I'll have Maura out by the bottom of the first.<br />
Yeah, as if Jane would leave Maura alone with all those baseball players...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xO6oCYULe4A/TkI2Svlu62I/AAAAAAAAEgQ/ebtSD9bkuGs/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xO6oCYULe4A/TkI2Svlu62I/AAAAAAAAEgQ/ebtSD9bkuGs/s320/16.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>Jane: If it’s okay with you, I’m gonna wait here for Dr. Isles, alright?<br />
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Baseball Boy can't help but go chat up the hot detective.<br />
Baseball Boy When He Finds Out Jane Actually Knows Who He Is: Impressive. Most women only know the superstar.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2Mwm5ZEoUs/TkI2TH1TPxI/AAAAAAAAEgY/evqcl8Nyh_Y/s1600/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2Mwm5ZEoUs/TkI2TH1TPxI/AAAAAAAAEgY/evqcl8Nyh_Y/s320/17.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>Um, well, she is a lez...<br />
Baseball Boy: Call me. Wouldn’t mind being interrogated by you.<br />
Thank Baby Jesus he didn’t hit on Maura. She would have replied with, “I wouldn’t mind polishing your bat.”<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dVAt4ZEmpTM/TkI2UKYHoVI/AAAAAAAAEgg/TiOqk0P99Bc/s1600/18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dVAt4ZEmpTM/TkI2UKYHoVI/AAAAAAAAEgg/TiOqk0P99Bc/s320/18.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>Jane: Heard that line. Like four million times.<br />
Rejected.<br />
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Jane joins Maura in the showers (not like that) who is with the dead guy (probably to tell her about the loser that just gave her his number).<br />
Maura finds the death to be suspicious, but Chief thinks nothing's wrong. And he yells at her that "It's just a slip-and-fall."<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBFX0afIAd4/TkI4357O0LI/AAAAAAAAEgo/s6eWlrchQik/s1600/19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBFX0afIAd4/TkI4357O0LI/AAAAAAAAEgo/s6eWlrchQik/s320/19.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Jane's Face: Don't yell at my girlfriend. That's one...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itmbVvuGU-I/TkI44WbFhRI/AAAAAAAAEgw/fMCqS62paZg/s1600/20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-itmbVvuGU-I/TkI44WbFhRI/AAAAAAAAEgw/fMCqS62paZg/s320/20.png" width="320" /></a></div>Yeah, I don’t know why the broad from Parent Trap: Lindsay Lohan Edition can’t open her eyes all the way either...<br />
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Korsak: Rumor is Phil's trying to sell the team to Salt Lake City.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kX3ahuzs_vU/TkI44lHuB7I/AAAAAAAAEg4/Kv77kGXY49o/s1600/21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kX3ahuzs_vU/TkI44lHuB7I/AAAAAAAAEg4/Kv77kGXY49o/s320/21.jpg" width="288" /></a></div>Jane: The Utah Pilgrims?<br />
(And of course they'd change their names to the Utah Pioneers... With fireworks on the 24th of July. Yeah, I'm a little too excited about the fake sale.)<br />
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Maura: The murder weapon is a cylindrical, heavy, hard object.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rlI4KMalLm0/TkI45d32ZTI/AAAAAAAAEhA/5Lxb1xAG3Yo/s1600/22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rlI4KMalLm0/TkI45d32ZTI/AAAAAAAAEhA/5Lxb1xAG3Yo/s320/22.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>You mean a dildo?<br />
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Team Homicide is getting jock blocked around every corner in the investigation.<br />
Jane: Baseball Boy gave me his number. Maybe it's time I give him a call.<br />
Frost: Yeah... a booty call.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsWjCGtpaKc/TkI6mEPGb4I/AAAAAAAAEhQ/LboIh_X52WY/s1600/25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsWjCGtpaKc/TkI6mEPGb4I/AAAAAAAAEhQ/LboIh_X52WY/s320/25.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>Jane: Really? You do know I'm gay, right? (Okay, the last part didn't happen.)<br />
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Maura is also intrigued by this date and thinks it's booty call too. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LvUpomVcEl4/TkI6mdmDvQI/AAAAAAAAEhY/wEV25QiTGQI/s1600/26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LvUpomVcEl4/TkI6mdmDvQI/AAAAAAAAEhY/wEV25QiTGQI/s320/26.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>Jane's Face: Really?<br />
Maura does the logical thing in this situation... She starts to undress.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtLEV8B1vjk/TkI6mjg34KI/AAAAAAAAEhg/iA_IbNOajw0/s1600/27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtLEV8B1vjk/TkI6mjg34KI/AAAAAAAAEhg/iA_IbNOajw0/s320/27.jpg" width="288" /></a></div>Jane's Face: Hey! That's my job.<br />
Maura: Unzip me.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0O7OhDQg_E/TkI6mrRDCmI/AAAAAAAAEho/bEJYe_F3TXg/s1600/28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0O7OhDQg_E/TkI6mrRDCmI/AAAAAAAAEho/bEJYe_F3TXg/s320/28.jpg" width="288" /></a></div>Jane (After Her and I Pick Our Jaws Up Off the Floor): Wha-Why?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOnifFEs66Q/TkI6nAE7IEI/AAAAAAAAEhw/NpSidw_y6Pw/s1600/29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOnifFEs66Q/TkI6nAE7IEI/AAAAAAAAEhw/NpSidw_y6Pw/s320/29.png" width="320" /></a></div>Me: Don't ask questions! Do as the woman says!<br />
Maura: Because you can’t go like that! We’ll trade clothes. (You know, since they are obviously the same size...)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OD8fHBINzBk/TkI71dZri8I/AAAAAAAAEh4/G1A9VKHcNCk/s1600/30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OD8fHBINzBk/TkI71dZri8I/AAAAAAAAEh4/G1A9VKHcNCk/s320/30.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>Jane: Are you crazy? That dress wouldn't cover my... booty.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tXGtHjL2n6E/TkI71zw73NI/AAAAAAAAEiA/4rTcSWZMu8Q/s1600/31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tXGtHjL2n6E/TkI71zw73NI/AAAAAAAAEiA/4rTcSWZMu8Q/s320/31.jpg" width="288" /></a></div>Me: And you'd need to do some bra stuffing too...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KQgyXQGC4Y/TkI711hUGhI/AAAAAAAAEiI/9lgah8-bvs8/s1600/32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KQgyXQGC4Y/TkI711hUGhI/AAAAAAAAEiI/9lgah8-bvs8/s320/32.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Maura wants to trade shoes, but Angie/Jane's terrifying toes won't fit.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkJtI5k2634/TkI72BRntOI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/9f2jwD6PBZg/s1600/33.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkJtI5k2634/TkI72BRntOI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/9f2jwD6PBZg/s320/33.png" width="320" /></a></div>Luckily, Maura is the MacGyver of fashion.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LAlIWQnTGkY/TkI72t5uxhI/AAAAAAAAEiY/_vdWi0Nbjic/s1600/34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LAlIWQnTGkY/TkI72t5uxhI/AAAAAAAAEiY/_vdWi0Nbjic/s320/34.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Maura: Peep toes!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQkcNv-3E14/TkI9YkeZo7I/AAAAAAAAEig/-7YG7z-pYoY/s1600/35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQkcNv-3E14/TkI9YkeZo7I/AAAAAAAAEig/-7YG7z-pYoY/s320/35.jpg" width="288" /></a></div>Yeah, no one needs to be peepin' at her toes...<br />
Maura: You look sexy.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xS1SlYMGuWA/TkI9Y3gDJLI/AAAAAAAAEio/4f31y9Wo43E/s1600/36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xS1SlYMGuWA/TkI9Y3gDJLI/AAAAAAAAEio/4f31y9Wo43E/s320/36.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Jane: You look like you’re wearing my clothes.<br />
Yeah, she looks slammin'!<br />
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Jane and Maura have to stop by the vet's because Tommy took Jo Friday in and stirred up some brouhaha.<br />
Vet: I called the police.<br />
Jane: I am the police.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bpo4mdLUgO4/TkI9ZGztu3I/AAAAAAAAEiw/kVL2KZYVFtA/s1600/38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bpo4mdLUgO4/TkI9ZGztu3I/AAAAAAAAEiw/kVL2KZYVFtA/s320/38.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>Vet: Vice?<br />
And Jane gets all angryface at Maura for taking the vet's side that Jo Friday could be depressed.<br />
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Jane has her awkward date with Baseball Boy (who looks tiny in comparison to her... he needs to work on his posture)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mTnDK4LMSwk/TkI-aSAsLqI/AAAAAAAAEjA/JoxhM6sGN5U/s1600/41.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mTnDK4LMSwk/TkI-aSAsLqI/AAAAAAAAEjA/JoxhM6sGN5U/s320/41.png" width="320" /></a></div>However, Jane goes home with Maura.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IRJTfjecYeQ/TkI-bH4UaVI/AAAAAAAAEjI/3R-Rd-4nJ4Y/s1600/42.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="176" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IRJTfjecYeQ/TkI-bH4UaVI/AAAAAAAAEjI/3R-Rd-4nJ4Y/s320/42.png" width="320" /></a></div>Now <i>that</i> is a booty call.<br />
Maura: Your suit is a real booty call magnet. I got hit on twice. By women.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cv8cMTBcWrI/TkI-bc8OFTI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/XDIukWUrKbo/s1600/43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cv8cMTBcWrI/TkI-bc8OFTI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/XDIukWUrKbo/s320/43.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>And they were about to make it a third when some b-tard jacked Maura's TV!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWk0PdCRMfc/TkI-bwlvb0I/AAAAAAAAEjY/jw5eTpUTfQo/s1600/44.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWk0PdCRMfc/TkI-bwlvb0I/AAAAAAAAEjY/jw5eTpUTfQo/s320/44.png" width="320" /></a></div>Jane apologizes because Tommy is Suspect #1.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ag2EuBa_rY/TkI-cIBaLfI/AAAAAAAAEjg/gkkd5ZI_jXk/s1600/45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ag2EuBa_rY/TkI-cIBaLfI/AAAAAAAAEjg/gkkd5ZI_jXk/s320/45.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>And Maura holds onto Jane for strength.<br />
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Jane and Frankie go confront Tommy to rough him up.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W33rFJ71gaA/TkI_k1vS2PI/AAAAAAAAEjo/yApWHQE-P_Y/s1600/46.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W33rFJ71gaA/TkI_k1vS2PI/AAAAAAAAEjo/yApWHQE-P_Y/s320/46.png" width="320" /></a></div>Meanwhile, Maura is adorable.<br />
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Jane wants a print from the inside of a latex glove that Frankie found in the trash at the stadium.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK13ZRCr69U/TkI_lLi2PeI/AAAAAAAAEj4/3b2GWDEOw5A/s1600/48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK13ZRCr69U/TkI_lLi2PeI/AAAAAAAAEj4/3b2GWDEOw5A/s320/48.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>Maura: This is not<i> CSI: Boston</i>. <br />
(Yeah, because <i>CSI: Boston</i> would probably be more realistic when it comes to the crime stuff...)<br />
Maura pulls her version of withholding sex so that Jane will go apologize to Tommy when they find out it wasn't him who jacked her things.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sHxmQRe5opE/TkI_lvKzGuI/AAAAAAAAEkA/wto5lMEwC5A/s1600/49.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sHxmQRe5opE/TkI_lvKzGuI/AAAAAAAAEkA/wto5lMEwC5A/s320/49.png" width="320" /></a></div>Because she would give in too easily if she tried to withhold sex...<br />
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And Jane, I thought I told you this before. Do not go on dates with men because they are always murderers.<br />
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-Insert Adorable Banter Here About Maura and The Vet Being Wrong About Jo Friday-<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HPBVI2jC4E/TkJA1x-wFTI/AAAAAAAAEkY/wfrIELeUbl8/s1600/53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HPBVI2jC4E/TkJA1x-wFTI/AAAAAAAAEkY/wfrIELeUbl8/s320/53.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Maura offers to reimburse Jane for the vet bill.<br />
Maura: Check be okay, or would you feel safer with cash?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPc267pFbiI/TkJA2Y-uNvI/AAAAAAAAEkg/vkN6X_8gpcw/s1600/54.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPc267pFbiI/TkJA2Y-uNvI/AAAAAAAAEkg/vkN6X_8gpcw/s320/54.png" width="320" /></a></div>Oh, we all know how you'll be making it up to her...<br />
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(Also, this is my 100th Sasha Alexander post! I was going to post my <i>Last Lullaby </i>screencaps for the 100th, buuuut... that clearly didn't happen) MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-69511727110817822022011-08-06T14:56:00.000-06:002011-08-06T14:56:41.094-06:00Jane, Maura, and the Brown-Eyed GirlSorry for the late recap. First, my computer was being a whore (well, actually it was being a prude, as it was denying all of my applications). Then I may have forgotten to post it :) <br />
But this episode was a little serious (stolen kid, not cool), a little irritating (all sense of realism was tossed out the window with this episode), and a little lacking in subtext (even though I'm surprised Maura didn't start foaming at the mouth over trying to hump the missing girl's father based off of how she's been the rest of the season, she can apparently keep it together when a child's life is at stake)<br />
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*Seriously, never trust a lady that looks like this:<br />
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*Maura's cleaning lady shrunk her clothes (bless her heart).<br />
Maura: Does this make me look fat?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjC0GOgTa4E/Tj2ktoU8qzI/AAAAAAAAEco/QTra6X0XJtE/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjC0GOgTa4E/Tj2ktoU8qzI/AAAAAAAAEco/QTra6X0XJtE/s320/2.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Jane's Face: Seriously?!<br />
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Jane: What do you weigh? Like 115 pounds?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKUFpbCti9w/Tj2ktub7N1I/AAAAAAAAEcw/71ZsUGarqkM/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKUFpbCti9w/Tj2ktub7N1I/AAAAAAAAEcw/71ZsUGarqkM/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Maura: 116.8! <br />
Shoot, now I feel fat...<br />
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Jane: Maybe you don't have enough to do. (And I'm sure she has something in mind for Maura to do...)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTBHaYjl9zU/Tj2ktzmG3QI/AAAAAAAAEc4/pbLrHDKA9ZU/s1600/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTBHaYjl9zU/Tj2ktzmG3QI/AAAAAAAAEc4/pbLrHDKA9ZU/s320/4.png" width="320" /></a></div>Jane: Let's go the gym! (Or somewhere else to "work out"...)<br />
And they disagree about how they should exercise. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AxD_BYBIyAk/Tj2kuCuIOSI/AAAAAAAAEdA/r5qwjqOu4D4/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AxD_BYBIyAk/Tj2kuCuIOSI/AAAAAAAAEdA/r5qwjqOu4D4/s320/5.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>'Zumba' is a sex position, right? The one where you put your right leg over... never mind.<br />
And then Jane suggests something, besides sex, that everyone can agree on: Beer.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8dRxcK9d64/Tj2nxbuRMtI/AAAAAAAAEdI/wH70cOE34ow/s1600/6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8dRxcK9d64/Tj2nxbuRMtI/AAAAAAAAEdI/wH70cOE34ow/s320/6.png" width="320" /></a></div>*Jane and Maura go off to interview the missing girl's brother about what he saw.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hv6SwcWoau0/Tj2nxuILzQI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/52jtD7p4D8s/s1600/7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hv6SwcWoau0/Tj2nxuILzQI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/52jtD7p4D8s/s320/7.png" width="320" /></a></div>And somehow, Maura became the resident psychologist...<br />
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(Yeah, my recap is severely lacking because I couldn't deal with the shoddy policework and I refused to screencap Maura asking a corpse to help her with the investigation...)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7vuyOQqrBc/Tj2nx18PTiI/AAAAAAAAEdg/sMIEM5ZPLHk/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h7vuyOQqrBc/Tj2nx18PTiI/AAAAAAAAEdg/sMIEM5ZPLHk/s320/9.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Maura: Jane, I want to show you something. (Now's not the appropriate time for that! Play "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" later!)<br />
*Jane and Maura discuss how Jane is left-handed. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4TQNgv8UcdU/Tj2nyPcH6KI/AAAAAAAAEdo/IlSpcNNurgs/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4TQNgv8UcdU/Tj2nyPcH6KI/AAAAAAAAEdo/IlSpcNNurgs/s320/10.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>And you know what they say about girls who are left-handed...<br />
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*That awkward moment when Angela and Korsak have more eyesex in the episode than Jane and Maura...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTjcL79hiPc/Tj2pA0W-KfI/AAAAAAAAEdw/ZZFj4qXwnFc/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTjcL79hiPc/Tj2pA0W-KfI/AAAAAAAAEdw/ZZFj4qXwnFc/s320/11.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>Well, Jane and Maura did have some very sad eyesex:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxDcH7P-FiY/Tj2pB-Him-I/AAAAAAAAEd4/hkLdauve1m8/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxDcH7P-FiY/Tj2pB-Him-I/AAAAAAAAEd4/hkLdauve1m8/s320/12.jpg" width="290" /></a></div>*Jane is talking to the father of the dead girl and Maura is creeping on Jane... <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nay1hUCoTt8/Tj2pDLK6BeI/AAAAAAAAEeA/UrWuU6Cz8Bw/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nay1hUCoTt8/Tj2pDLK6BeI/AAAAAAAAEeA/UrWuU6Cz8Bw/s320/13.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>(Okay, that's not exactly what happened, but it's less depressing and better if she's just creeping...)<br />
*More sad eyesex:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHuytpbEiFA/Tj2pEwpJDII/AAAAAAAAEeI/FLkeKUGx0OU/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHuytpbEiFA/Tj2pEwpJDII/AAAAAAAAEeI/FLkeKUGx0OU/s320/14.jpg" width="288" /></a></div>*Jane with gun makes me happy<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WihJKe_jC8Y/Tj2pFlf2U3I/AAAAAAAAEeQ/DHT8AJl6m-Y/s1600/16.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WihJKe_jC8Y/Tj2pFlf2U3I/AAAAAAAAEeQ/DHT8AJl6m-Y/s320/16.png" width="320" /></a></div>*Luckily the episode ends with some happy Rizzles lovin'<br />
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Mary Louise does not look like this in it (for obvious reasons):<br />
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Anywho, my <a href="http://whatarchnemesis.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-know-you-want-them.html">Gay Husband</a> and <a href="http://gayatbyu.blogspot.com/2011/06/celebrity-crushesthe-women.html">Gay Boyfriend</a> recently compiled their lists of female celebrity crushes. So, I thought I'd post some of my male celebrity crushes because I often find myself thinking, "I don't have enough penis in my life..." (Actually I never think that)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Christian Bale</b></div>As a Mormon, I gotta love him for <i>Newsies</i> (Seriously, what is it with Mormons and this movie?) As a person with eyes--him as Batman makes me question my sexuality. And <i>The Prestige</i> and <i>Equilibrium</i> are two of my favorite movies. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Hugh Jackman</b></div>Speaking of attractive men in <i>The Prestige</i>... Not gonna lie, amidst all the pretty ladies that are on my wall, this very beautiful man is up there with them. <br />
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And then there was this awesome moment at the Tony's:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Neil Patrick Harris</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Every interview I watch of his simply makes me love him more and more. </div><div style="text-align: left;">I mean, really: </div><div style="text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nJkTcbHwMXg?rel=0" width="425"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: left;">Amazing. <b> </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwzaz5dc-8A/TjSaGElCrnI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/AeSZ_Y5uSKs/s1600/NPH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwzaz5dc-8A/TjSaGElCrnI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/AeSZ_Y5uSKs/s320/NPH.jpg" width="209" /></a></div>And him and David are so cute together!<br />
Speaking of gay men I love... <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sean Hayes</b></div>Two Words: Jack McFarland.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Matt Long</b></div>Did anyone watch <i>Jack & Bobby</i>? Or was that just my mom and me... Matt Long is the guy my mom would leave my dad for. She watched <i>Ghost Rider</i>, <i>The Deep End</i>, and <i>Sydney White</i> just to look at him. And I don't blame her because he is quite attractive. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Mason Jennings</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Just for his music, I would marry this man.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wa_4wV2GDfQ?rel=0" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: left;">This isn't my favorite Mason song, but my friend <a href="http://catsolen.com/">Cat Solen</a> directed the video and I like it.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Anthony Bourdain</b></div>He's dirty in so many different ways. He has done just about every drug there is. He mercilessly mocks Bobby Flay and Rachael Ray. And that's why I love him. <br />
Me: I would let him to do terrible, terrible things to me.<br />
Bestie: It would be horrifying... and amazing.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qebfaGeSfd4/TjSZnGiV6eI/AAAAAAAAEbY/0lIVe4r2XHc/s1600/Bourdain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qebfaGeSfd4/TjSZnGiV6eI/AAAAAAAAEbY/0lIVe4r2XHc/s320/Bourdain.jpg" width="233" /></a></div>Although he doesn't do it as much for me anymore since he quit chain smoking because he had a daughter. Lame. Although he did score points for writing in the new McSweeney's publication, <a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/luckypeach">Lucky Peach</a>. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Mark Kanemura</b></div>Everything about his dancing is love. <br />
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I would become a gay man for him. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Andre Ethier</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDGePtDLFg0/TjSZnI63koI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/N2Lxb4eCIck/s1600/Andre%2BEthier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDGePtDLFg0/TjSZnI63koI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/N2Lxb4eCIck/s320/Andre%2BEthier.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">30-game hitting streak for the Dodgers this season... 'Nuff said.<br />
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<b> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>David Villa</b></div>Spain has been my World Cup team since before I was born. During the 2006 World Cup, I made a paper doll of David Villa. In 2010, I went to Spain before the World Cup because of my love of La Liga (okay, not just because of that...). And yes, there was a lot of screaming happening when Spain won their first World Cup title.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Raine Maida</b></div>Despite the fact that he's a dude and he's married (which are my two big 'no's), I would run away with Raine and have his babies. Well, more of his babies. <br />
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And I picked this song because Kate Moennig (Shane from <i>The L Word</i>) is in it.<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8t0NILJQN-8?rel=0" width="560"></iframe>MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-34980191264276820962011-07-26T08:18:00.000-06:002011-07-26T08:18:20.597-06:00Rizzoli & Isles and the SeamenFirst off, make sure to watch Sasha on <i>Jimmy Kimmel</i> tonight!<br />
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*It's Fleet Week in Boston!<br />
Which only means four things: "Punching out some scumsuckers, and getting drunk, and peeing out the window! Then seducing women! Lots of women!" (Name that TV show #1)<br />
Unfortunately, this girl is about to get raped and killed (in case you forgot that there is supposed to be crime solving happening on this show...)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeRLdk9Afps/Ti613KyTyaI/AAAAAAAAEUI/pqSOEm4TUKE/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeRLdk9Afps/Ti613KyTyaI/AAAAAAAAEUI/pqSOEm4TUKE/s320/1.png" width="320" /></a></div>*Angela: Poor boys! They need a little fun--it's Fleet Week!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rKg_ic_Y_VY/Ti613AxP90I/AAAAAAAAEUQ/IOYx5utTQl0/s1600/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rKg_ic_Y_VY/Ti613AxP90I/AAAAAAAAEUQ/IOYx5utTQl0/s320/2.png" width="320" /></a></div>Well, Angela, you are divorcing your husband...<br />
Jane: Poor boys' need to learn how to hold their alcohol. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHp62CD1j5U/Ti613p59A_I/AAAAAAAAEUY/YcOyes8Vnco/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHp62CD1j5U/Ti613p59A_I/AAAAAAAAEUY/YcOyes8Vnco/s320/3.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>God, I can't wait for these guys to be gone in three days.<br />
Really, all they do is crowd your favorite bar and hit on your girl... Pass.<br />
Or even worse... <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BlJ0Bs6KMI/Ti613uMcAmI/AAAAAAAAEUg/ch3guK4eQO8/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BlJ0Bs6KMI/Ti613uMcAmI/AAAAAAAAEUg/ch3guK4eQO8/s320/4.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>your girlfriend is way into seeing all the seamen flooding the streets of Boston...<br />
Jane: Move along, move along. She's too young for you. Goodbye.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJnyaRb1i8Y/Ti613ySeZ6I/AAAAAAAAEUo/8cvzzHqDadY/s1600/5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJnyaRb1i8Y/Ti613ySeZ6I/AAAAAAAAEUo/8cvzzHqDadY/s320/5.png" width="320" /></a></div>If I were her, I would've just pistol-whipped that guy...<br />
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Angela: I really want to thank you for taking me to brunch. I know you have better things to do on a Sunday morning.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yqQ7zhy0_6o/Ti64Y0pydCI/AAAAAAAAEUw/pxNmQqZAcBY/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yqQ7zhy0_6o/Ti64Y0pydCI/AAAAAAAAEUw/pxNmQqZAcBY/s320/6.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Yeah, thanks a lot, Angela... Way to ruin Sunday morning breakfast in bed and "breakfast in bed." (But really... Jane and Maura going to brunch with the mom? <i>How I Met Your Mother</i> established that brunching is an activity for couples...)<br />
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The car breaks down and the sailors are more than happy to help out.<br />
Sailor: It's okay, ma'am, we can push.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l6R6Dqf-F7w/Ti64ZLtRUvI/AAAAAAAAEU4/aGpPQ2hSxf4/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l6R6Dqf-F7w/Ti64ZLtRUvI/AAAAAAAAEU4/aGpPQ2hSxf4/s320/7.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Ma'am? They aren't exactly wearing mom jeans...<br />
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As much as I think you gotta milk the perks of being two hot ladies together, Maura needs to keep it in her pants.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wR1Z-MIGYiM/Ti64ZYzGbsI/AAAAAAAAEVA/XySJNwkI2mk/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wR1Z-MIGYiM/Ti64ZYzGbsI/AAAAAAAAEVA/XySJNwkI2mk/s320/8.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Well, she doesn't need to keep it in her pants with <i>everybody</i>...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eXawm6C1-gA/Ti64ZsbfVbI/AAAAAAAAEVI/2Zmt7XKrKQ0/s1600/9.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eXawm6C1-gA/Ti64ZsbfVbI/AAAAAAAAEVI/2Zmt7XKrKQ0/s320/9.png" width="320" /></a></div>And we meet another irrelevant loser from Jane's past...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfdsZH5MSVk/Ti64ZwHFQxI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/1HxBScZZ1EY/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfdsZH5MSVk/Ti64ZwHFQxI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/1HxBScZZ1EY/s320/10.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Seriously, Maura?! That is neither Jane's ass nor boobs that you're looking at right now! Disapprove.<br />
Someone's lookin' though...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JPHS_pk_FC8/Ti65qMwvUUI/AAAAAAAAEVY/OQRj1AW3WPE/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JPHS_pk_FC8/Ti65qMwvUUI/AAAAAAAAEVY/OQRj1AW3WPE/s320/11.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Grease Monkey: You look hot as ever.<br />
Angela: Doesn't she?<br />
Maura: *nods in agreement*<br />
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Grease Monkey approaches Jane and Jane does the appropriate thing...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yiRJNcFiyM/Ti65qKpejZI/AAAAAAAAEVg/9Rdot24qY1g/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yiRJNcFiyM/Ti65qKpejZI/AAAAAAAAEVg/9Rdot24qY1g/s320/12.jpg" width="285" /></a></div>Unlike Maura...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5fQiE316rhA/Ti65qS4pu1I/AAAAAAAAEVo/qZ_uSFv7uyw/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5fQiE316rhA/Ti65qS4pu1I/AAAAAAAAEVo/qZ_uSFv7uyw/s320/13.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Maura: You can call me Maura. I don't mind a little grease.<br />
Obviously Jane disapproves of that and would rather take her chances with Grease Monkey than watch Maura flirt shamelessly with him.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DJQe6THE2t8/Ti65qhCknBI/AAAAAAAAEVw/kvc9MWKa-mo/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DJQe6THE2t8/Ti65qhCknBI/AAAAAAAAEVw/kvc9MWKa-mo/s320/14.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Luckily, before Maura jumps Grease Monkey's bones right then and there, their phones ring.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W62QhoeUUF0/Ti65qotMz0I/AAAAAAAAEV4/OLCtf0ElOHc/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W62QhoeUUF0/Ti65qotMz0I/AAAAAAAAEV4/OLCtf0ElOHc/s320/15.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Seriously, I have never been so happy over a callout in my life... And my dad has gotten us paged out of some truly terrible family and church events...<br />
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As the team is stranded at the garage, Grease Monkey lends them Julieta.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPjxq3whIaQ/Ti674SXMvGI/AAAAAAAAEWA/Qy2lCJViqnI/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPjxq3whIaQ/Ti674SXMvGI/AAAAAAAAEWA/Qy2lCJViqnI/s320/16.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>Seriously, Maura needs to start being this excited about being inside some other women in that garage...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f64wN7YFHHE/Ti674vtD8rI/AAAAAAAAEWI/0ewiG9rA5fk/s1600/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f64wN7YFHHE/Ti674vtD8rI/AAAAAAAAEWI/0ewiG9rA5fk/s320/17.jpg" width="288" /></a></div>Jane's Face: <b>WTF</b><br />
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*Jane: Stay away from Grease Monkey.<br />
Maura: No. ... Oh, this is a 'dibs' thing!<br />
Um, yeah... Jane clearly called dibs on you way before Grease Monkey.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8eodvU6Z5aM/Ti674hWWxYI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/2L0Ac27fMAc/s1600/18.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8eodvU6Z5aM/Ti674hWWxYI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/2L0Ac27fMAc/s320/18.png" width="320" /></a></div>Jane: Tell me what you have in common with him. He's a blue collar, Boston-Italian auto mechanic.<br />
Maura: Well, so are you.<br />
Jane: Yes, but <i>I'm</i> interesting. And you don't want to sleep with me.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_lemKPWEMck/Ti674-hDvDI/AAAAAAAAEWY/JXDIEIUCsn4/s1600/19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_lemKPWEMck/Ti674-hDvDI/AAAAAAAAEWY/JXDIEIUCsn4/s320/19.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>I'm gonna just skip the next part of this conversation with that look because a. It says it all and b. I don't want to repeat what they said after that look because I don't want anyone to think I condone their lies.<br />
Maura: That's all I wanna do with Grease Monkey.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Znd6u6qp6A/Ti675PMokTI/AAAAAAAAEWg/3vM94C_C79E/s1600/20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Znd6u6qp6A/Ti675PMokTI/AAAAAAAAEWg/3vM94C_C79E/s320/20.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Yeah, if I were Jane, I would just jump out of the car at that too, even if it had been in motion.<br />
(I'm the first to defend Maura as being more of a sexual being and whatnot, especially in comparison to Jane; however, I refuse to believe she's this indiscriminate.)<br />
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*The team checks out the victim's body, which happens to be in the alley outside of the Dirty Robber. (Jane and Korsak shouldn't be pissed with the seamen infiltrating their bar; they should be pissed that the show is cheap and just wants to reuse the sets they have...)<br />
Maura and Korsak mimic the "iconic sailor back from abroad kiss."<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbTQfu6C9w4/Ti6_d6V2oNI/AAAAAAAAEWo/0klwqOXH9B0/s1600/23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbTQfu6C9w4/Ti6_d6V2oNI/AAAAAAAAEWo/0klwqOXH9B0/s320/23.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>Which she clearly did with Korsak instead of Jane to be all passive-aggressive about Jane having box-blocked her with Grease Monkey earlier.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgxcpxqFhs4/Ti6_eHCk-XI/AAAAAAAAEWw/mxdjJRTZJcw/s1600/24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgxcpxqFhs4/Ti6_eHCk-XI/AAAAAAAAEWw/mxdjJRTZJcw/s320/24.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RouYpSv6GY/Ti6_eeSnZUI/AAAAAAAAEW4/_GxRVEUgjmY/s1600/25.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RouYpSv6GY/Ti6_eeSnZUI/AAAAAAAAEW4/_GxRVEUgjmY/s320/25.png" width="320" /></a></div>Maura goes off to the bathroom with Jane watching her, knowing that she'll be joining her in there in a few minutes...<br />
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*Back at the station...<br />
Grease Monkey pops by with some chocolate and carnations.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KnWqI4Pn3zs/Ti6_ekoTnzI/AAAAAAAAEXA/9GcWxcJaEfI/s1600/26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KnWqI4Pn3zs/Ti6_ekoTnzI/AAAAAAAAEXA/9GcWxcJaEfI/s320/26.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Jane: I have a boyfriend. Yes, I do. It's very serious.<br />
Well, she obviously couldn't tell the truth and said 'girlfriend' instead of 'boyfriend'... We can all guess how gossipy his mother is.<br />
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But he's actually there to see Maura.<br />
Maura's Face: Who's here?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehM_Q8e7-9M/Ti6_e31uCuI/AAAAAAAAEXI/7Sve2e68Mig/s1600/27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehM_Q8e7-9M/Ti6_e31uCuI/AAAAAAAAEXI/7Sve2e68Mig/s320/27.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>Maura's Face: Oh, dammit. (Okay, that may not have been how it <i>really</i> played out exactly...)<br />
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What he said: <i>How'd you get stuck with all this old stuff?</i><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8uaoKhdWF7o/Ti7BLIM57zI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/ZdSeEJX-mLU/s1600/28.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8uaoKhdWF7o/Ti7BLIM57zI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/ZdSeEJX-mLU/s320/28.png" width="320" /></a></div>What he meant: <b>Why are there naked babies wrestling in the corner?</b><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jsbVjX66c34/Ti7BLXmw9YI/AAAAAAAAEXY/DlntFw52xA8/s1600/29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jsbVjX66c34/Ti7BLXmw9YI/AAAAAAAAEXY/DlntFw52xA8/s320/29.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>Maura: I'm the one that owes you.<br />
We do not say that to boys, Maura! Especially not with that pants-dropping smile!<br />
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Grease Monkey: You like Italian?<br />
Maura: I love Italians.<br />
Girl does have a type...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sp9MegLw0qw/Ti7BL7qe6CI/AAAAAAAAEXg/CN8s5f9AisM/s1600/30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sp9MegLw0qw/Ti7BL7qe6CI/AAAAAAAAEXg/CN8s5f9AisM/s320/30.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Maura, correcting herself: Italian.<br />
Thank you for finally clarifying that you're in a committed relationship and only love one Italian...<br />
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Grease Monkey: Let me take you to dinner.<br />
Maura: It would be faster if you come to my house.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duwNrGKJI2s/Ti7BL2aEAYI/AAAAAAAAEXo/KsH76uCUsTA/s1600/31.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duwNrGKJI2s/Ti7BL2aEAYI/AAAAAAAAEXo/KsH76uCUsTA/s320/31.png" width="320" /></a></div>Have you ever thrown up a little and been kinda turned on at the exact same time?<br />
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*Some sailors send drinks over to Jane and Maura.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtmAshIIp3A/Ti7BMEeZnAI/AAAAAAAAEXw/S5VZgPU0IeA/s1600/32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtmAshIIp3A/Ti7BMEeZnAI/AAAAAAAAEXw/S5VZgPU0IeA/s320/32.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The ladies are clearly not interested for a couple reasons...<br />
Bartender: I'll use the next one to water the plants.<br />
What she said: <i>No, I don't like to be rude.</i><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QlF_LGVi6yo/Ti7Df2c_n1I/AAAAAAAAEX4/AGzvGA-UkR4/s1600/33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QlF_LGVi6yo/Ti7Df2c_n1I/AAAAAAAAEX4/AGzvGA-UkR4/s320/33.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>What she meant: <b>A free drink is a free drink.</b><br />
(Personally, I would never accept a free drink from some dudes with my girlfriend... ...)<br />
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Jane: Why'd you say you'd have dinner with GM?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5mIekWjFqY/Ti7Dfy8e9nI/AAAAAAAAEYA/tOffl5k_I2o/s1600/34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5mIekWjFqY/Ti7Dfy8e9nI/AAAAAAAAEYA/tOffl5k_I2o/s320/34.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Maura: ...He's giving your mom a great deal on her car repair.<br />
Jane: Well, in that case, play with him all you like.<br />
"Play with him all you like"? A dinner is acceptable, but beyond that... Sounds a little whore-y to me. Or I guess it could mean that "she just has other skills she uses to make her way in the world" and I guess you gotta "use what you've got!" (Name that TV show #2)<br />
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*In other news, another girl is raped and is in bad shape in the hospital.<br />
I guess that, yeah, I wouldn't care how badly my brain was bleeding either... <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KbEAX4Uf0BY/Ti7DgLSkbuI/AAAAAAAAEYI/pEXdPcE_7To/s1600/35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KbEAX4Uf0BY/Ti7DgLSkbuI/AAAAAAAAEYI/pEXdPcE_7To/s320/35.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>...I would will my ass awake to see those particular faces peering at me whilst I'm in bed.<br />
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*R&I's very own Damn You AutoCorrect from Angela: Homey, I need a boner.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FcSBG8Uz2NY/Ti7DgcRYkqI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/F8ebXymLAAk/s1600/36.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FcSBG8Uz2NY/Ti7DgcRYkqI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/F8ebXymLAAk/s320/36.png" width="320" /></a></div>Umm, nobody on this show needs one of those...<br />
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*Maura: You and Frost are site-specific friends.<br />
Jane: Would we be dating if we didn't work together?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-64TS6Qz-OJM/Ti7FeJHaKJI/AAAAAAAAEYY/6QeDJG8t0_w/s1600/37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-64TS6Qz-OJM/Ti7FeJHaKJI/AAAAAAAAEYY/6QeDJG8t0_w/s320/37.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>Maura: We would never see each other if we didn't work together.<br />
Jane: So, that's a no... (I guess Jane wanted a more romantic answer about how fate would have brought them together or some other crap like that.)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dbBotlsjZY/Ti7FeVocBjI/AAAAAAAAEYg/fZsxq1BNnfM/s1600/38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dbBotlsjZY/Ti7FeVocBjI/AAAAAAAAEYg/fZsxq1BNnfM/s320/38.jpg" width="288" /></a></div>Maura: Well, that's a flawed syllogism. (And she gives another example of a invalid syllogism that Jane clearly doesn't follow, but I'm sure Maura will draw her a simple Venn diagram to show her how it's flawed later...)<br />
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*The second victim dies and Jane is pissed...<br />
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*Meanwhile, Grease Monkey is over at Maura's.<br />
Maura offers Grease Monkey some wine.<br />
GM: You got any beer?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cfLyuqskJJM/Ti7FeyfH4JI/AAAAAAAAEYw/F6wG9wbmeBg/s1600/41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cfLyuqskJJM/Ti7FeyfH4JI/AAAAAAAAEYw/F6wG9wbmeBg/s320/41.jpg" width="192" /></a></div>Maura: Yes! (Of course she now keeps beer around for her girl. But I'm sure Jane'll be pissed that GM is drinking all her beers.)<br />
Horrifying things happened <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5PE9rUlxeE/Ti7Few6U4eI/AAAAAAAAEY4/gl4ZFeKi0cg/s1600/42.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5PE9rUlxeE/Ti7Few6U4eI/AAAAAAAAEY4/gl4ZFeKi0cg/s320/42.png" width="320" /></a></div>(Kids, never sit alone on a couch with a creeper guy... or a creeper lady [creeping knows no gender]... unless you want them to try and "lick your face.")<br />
Maura: I'm sorry, I feel a little nauseated. (You aren't the only one, hon)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbxrjXzR1Lk/Ti7HKMKN0lI/AAAAAAAAEZA/COCWr5wHRGw/s1600/43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NbxrjXzR1Lk/Ti7HKMKN0lI/AAAAAAAAEZA/COCWr5wHRGw/s320/43.jpg" width="285" /></a></div>GM: Don't barf on me; this is a new shirt.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vce2Z6DYNWk/Ti7HKUlslWI/AAAAAAAAEZI/0EdGmXnABjY/s1600/44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vce2Z6DYNWk/Ti7HKUlslWI/AAAAAAAAEZI/0EdGmXnABjY/s320/44.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>GM: I'm sorry. I bet even your barf is cute too.<br />
Honey, if you don't throw up on him, then I will.<br />
*And, of course, what does Maura do after the date fail? Not to shower off the creepiness, but she goes to see Jane.<br />
Jane: Did GM notice anything other than your cleavage?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4s3k7SPjkrg/Ti7HKkRjjVI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/AoRMmpLeTnE/s1600/45.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4s3k7SPjkrg/Ti7HKkRjjVI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/AoRMmpLeTnE/s320/45.png" width="320" /></a></div>Just because that's all <i>you</i> notice half the time...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWplsc0h2SQ/Ti7HK6OQbRI/AAAAAAAAEZY/GeqJjqhPDY4/s1600/Isles%252Bboobs.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWplsc0h2SQ/Ti7HK6OQbRI/AAAAAAAAEZY/GeqJjqhPDY4/s320/Isles%252Bboobs.png" width="320" /></a></div>Dear Jane, Mount her on that desk right now!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TOIs8vrVdF4/Ti7HLLnSL5I/AAAAAAAAEZg/2oLLmo3490A/s1600/46.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TOIs8vrVdF4/Ti7HLLnSL5I/AAAAAAAAEZg/2oLLmo3490A/s320/46.png" width="320" /></a></div>*What she said: <i>I like your bear.</i><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WUJ6Rknroiw/Ti7IsGgRziI/AAAAAAAAEZo/iUOHCGqmw5s/s1600/47.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WUJ6Rknroiw/Ti7IsGgRziI/AAAAAAAAEZo/iUOHCGqmw5s/s320/47.png" width="320" /></a></div>What she meant: <b>I like you bare.</b><br />
Maura: He says he's waiting on "special parts" for your mother's car.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SnWjmeyv6Q/Ti7IsYGQHmI/AAAAAAAAEZw/VpCLn54Vyjc/s1600/48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SnWjmeyv6Q/Ti7IsYGQHmI/AAAAAAAAEZw/VpCLn54Vyjc/s320/48.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Maura: What if means my parts? (If she didn't say it, I would've...)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFAF47uqA_g/Ti7IsijWhVI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/GaOhu68MVzw/s1600/49.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFAF47uqA_g/Ti7IsijWhVI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/GaOhu68MVzw/s320/49.png" width="320" /></a></div>Jane says she has a plan to get GM off Maura's back (and front), for which Maura is very grateful. I'm hoping actual kissing sans bear, but whilst bare will happen later...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEiK557A-dw/Ti7Is8QTQXI/AAAAAAAAEaA/DBf1MNYM7Qs/s1600/50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEiK557A-dw/Ti7Is8QTQXI/AAAAAAAAEaA/DBf1MNYM7Qs/s320/50.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>And I'm hoping Jane won't wipe off Maura's actual kisses...<br />
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Jane's plan of showing GM what Maura does for a living is a total flop. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VODqfnXOtdg/Ti7ItP7CbCI/AAAAAAAAEaI/3BGJoRzyU5Q/s1600/51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VODqfnXOtdg/Ti7ItP7CbCI/AAAAAAAAEaI/3BGJoRzyU5Q/s320/51.jpg" width="285" /></a></div>Shoot, I would probably watch Maura club a baby seal and still want to do her. And, really, watching an autopsy would be awesome.<br />
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Maura: Is he gone?<br />
Jane: Not really.<br />
(Have we learned our lesson yet this season, Maura? No more dudes!)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-giDtcue7FZ0/Ti7K1ChEKRI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/te_ZM76gnsc/s1600/52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-giDtcue7FZ0/Ti7K1ChEKRI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/te_ZM76gnsc/s320/52.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Jane: He's kind of like a bedbug.<br />
Maura: Hard to eradicate.<br />
Jane: Yes!<br />
(Well, to be fair, you did invite this bug into your bed, hon... Or at least really damn close.)<br />
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And the couple shares lunch...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-37nbtDNZkZQ/Ti7K1UU4TZI/AAAAAAAAEaY/pKdB6KI00AI/s1600/53.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-37nbtDNZkZQ/Ti7K1UU4TZI/AAAAAAAAEaY/pKdB6KI00AI/s320/53.png" width="320" /></a></div>...before they go off to rid themselves of GM for good.<br />
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Maura: I think that we should just tell him. Don't you, babe?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4puGk-N4rM0/Ti7LNvJBXDI/AAAAAAAAEag/jbDPzT5UsLs/s1600/54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4puGk-N4rM0/Ti7LNvJBXDI/AAAAAAAAEag/jbDPzT5UsLs/s320/54.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Jane: Yes. Yes, I do... babe. Tell him.<br />
Maura: I really, truly enjoyed your company, but Jane and I... we're, um, uh...<br />
Jane: Best friends.<br />
Me: And now they kiss?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bIBV2Mw0nY/Ti7LNwW12FI/AAAAAAAAEao/bep3Ble9IfE/s1600/55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bIBV2Mw0nY/Ti7LNwW12FI/AAAAAAAAEao/bep3Ble9IfE/s320/55.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Jane: Like more than BFF's... We're... We're LLBFF's.<br />
Maura: Exactly. We're Ell Biffs.<br />
Me: And now they kiss?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXGitZiyFPQ/Ti7LNz2PEyI/AAAAAAAAEaw/j2Xfn8hbKj4/s1600/56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXGitZiyFPQ/Ti7LNz2PEyI/AAAAAAAAEaw/j2Xfn8hbKj4/s320/56.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Jane: Yes, we are LifeLong Best Friends Forever.<br />
GM: Are you two batting for the other team?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6ZXxyO_FI/Ti7LOYfGG1I/AAAAAAAAEa4/bJUtDZDnpUs/s1600/57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6ZXxyO_FI/Ti7LOYfGG1I/AAAAAAAAEa4/bJUtDZDnpUs/s320/57.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>Jane: We are.<br />
GM: I always wanted to try it with two girls.<br />
Maura: Well that's really nice! (Someone's very enthusiastic about that idea...)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgvKj8YsPZA/Ti7LOaarEUI/AAAAAAAAEbA/FuuubItr7Aw/s1600/58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgvKj8YsPZA/Ti7LOaarEUI/AAAAAAAAEbA/FuuubItr7Aw/s320/58.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>GM: If you change your mind...<br />
Jane: We'll let you know.<br />
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So, who was the serial rapist/murderer? I always like to leave some surprise for you in case you haven't seen the episode... ... That or I'm too lazy to screencap the whole episode...<br />
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And I'll leave you with my personal favorite screencap:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lJDHSMg6XGk/Ti7LyUi6eOI/AAAAAAAAEbI/sIBlGIAIthA/s1600/last.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lJDHSMg6XGk/Ti7LyUi6eOI/AAAAAAAAEbI/sIBlGIAIthA/s320/last.png" width="320" /></a></div>Maura's Face: Is that your gun, detective, or are you just happy to see me?MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-5589541321597431912011-07-19T08:04:00.000-06:002011-07-19T08:04:51.926-06:00Rizzles Recap: Living ProofI was a little amused that this episode's called "Living Proof" like the movie Angie Harmon was in with Harry Connick Jr. and Bernadette Peters. Did I watch <i>Living Proof</i> just for Angie and her incredible hotness? Well, actually no. I also watched it because I'm a little bit in love with HCJ (he married Grace Adler!) and I'm a lot in love with Bernadette Peters (she's Karen Walker's sister!). But mostly it was for Angie.<br />
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*Anywho, the episode opens with some pregnant broad running through the woods before getting stabbed. And then saved by Mutton Chops Man.<br />
*Someone's creepin' on Jane and Maura through the trees!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGpz-fJdmgQ/TiV-vqgjnUI/AAAAAAAAEO4/iXN_h7yitYU/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGpz-fJdmgQ/TiV-vqgjnUI/AAAAAAAAEO4/iXN_h7yitYU/s320/1.jpg" width="285" /></a></div>(Actually it's just me...)<br />
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The girls are having a romantic day at the spa... Couples' massage (which they engage in outside of the spa too...). Naked sauna time. Naked clay baths.<br />
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Jane: Spending 80 bucks to be submerged in Utah dirt is still a waste of money.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwUiojxbl7Y/TiV-v-LXLRI/AAAAAAAAEPA/KE_eidnTcHM/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwUiojxbl7Y/TiV-v-LXLRI/AAAAAAAAEPA/KE_eidnTcHM/s320/2.jpg" width="192" /></a></div>Well, Jane, if you're ever in Utah, come visit me and dirty fun can be had, minus the clay. And you can keep your money (as long as you keep being naked).<br />
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Maura: It's my gift to you.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uI-XaLiGEmI/TiV-v1AKJvI/AAAAAAAAEPI/ed9iwHM6yFY/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uI-XaLiGEmI/TiV-v1AKJvI/AAAAAAAAEPI/ed9iwHM6yFY/s320/3.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Jane: Next time, just give me the cash.<br />
Well, the traditional one year anniversary gift <i>is</i> paper...<br />
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Jane: I'm hungry.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xq-YgYs0Rwc/TiV-wQclvXI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/qzgufLXBYOg/s1600/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xq-YgYs0Rwc/TiV-wQclvXI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/qzgufLXBYOg/s320/4.png" width="320" /></a></div>Sitting next to a naked Maura would make me "hungry" too...<br />
Unfortunately, Mutton Chop Man has to ruin their date with his screaming and his dead woman carrying...<br />
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The duo is able to get robed remarkably fast and Maura realizes that she can deliver the dead chick's baby.<br />
Maura: I need your hand.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BI4nyoNxuiw/TiV-wlUJACI/AAAAAAAAEPY/NMwS-8GqDBg/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BI4nyoNxuiw/TiV-wlUJACI/AAAAAAAAEPY/NMwS-8GqDBg/s320/6.jpg" width="285" /></a></div>Oh, we know where you need Jane's hand... *wink* Oh, right. You actually need her hands to do some rather disgusting things.<br />
Yeah, it is best to look away, Jane, because...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tyEaQkVSI4/TiWBYCwOeoI/AAAAAAAAEPg/Y5kQgdQusZM/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tyEaQkVSI4/TiWBYCwOeoI/AAAAAAAAEPg/Y5kQgdQusZM/s320/7.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>...there's a baby in her intestines! "What's he doing here?" (Well, the baby was actually in the proper place and Arizona Robbins was not there asking ridiculous questions...)<br />
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So, why was the pregnant chick just moseying about in the woods?<br />
Jane: Maybe she was "out trolling for pickles."<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6U_q6hzLXeY/TiWBYVAGHhI/AAAAAAAAEPo/6H-DhQS6sl0/s1600/8.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6U_q6hzLXeY/TiWBYVAGHhI/AAAAAAAAEPo/6H-DhQS6sl0/s320/8.png" width="320" /></a></div>Maura: 40% of pregnant women crave something sweet actually.<br />
(Am I missing something? Doesn't that leave a whole 60% of pregnant women...?)<br />
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Jane: We'll find the baby daddy!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exhCo2N0ivM/TiWBYix85FI/AAAAAAAAEPw/6-uie2ObQP8/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exhCo2N0ivM/TiWBYix85FI/AAAAAAAAEPw/6-uie2ObQP8/s320/9.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Maura: Okay! ... Let's flirt over this dead body for a bit first though. <br />
*Meanwhile, back at the ranch...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PD9AdhPqgc8/TiWBYyLFm4I/AAAAAAAAEP4/O9DN90AZmp8/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PD9AdhPqgc8/TiWBYyLFm4I/AAAAAAAAEP4/O9DN90AZmp8/s320/10.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Frankie: I thought you were at the, uh, arboretum at that spa place. How was it?<br />
Awww, Frankie wants to make sure his sister had a good time on her date. Precious.<br />
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And apparently Angela is all up on Jane's business and bringing her lunch and whatnot...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k6ZkPDLPgHQ/TiWBZAhYz7I/AAAAAAAAEQA/tOF2Rs3MsHc/s1600/11.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k6ZkPDLPgHQ/TiWBZAhYz7I/AAAAAAAAEQA/tOF2Rs3MsHc/s320/11.png" width="320" /></a></div>I don't see why Jane's complaining about free food.<br />
Jane: She's scrubbin' the grout with a toothbrush.<br />
Ummm, how else are you supposed to clean the grout?<br />
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But painting Jane's place is a bit much...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGOwl60l1kE/TiWDz1FVRvI/AAAAAAAAEQI/aeNeOeNBOjQ/s1600/12.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pGOwl60l1kE/TiWDz1FVRvI/AAAAAAAAEQI/aeNeOeNBOjQ/s320/12.png" width="320" /></a></div>Although obviously Jane should pick the mauve. (Did anyone else punch an intestine baby when Maura said, "Marmalade is the new black" or was it just me?)<br />
Jane: This reminds me of the time that I asked for a bunk bed and you surprised me with a pink canopy.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j-y3GvsRwaA/TiWD0GiYElI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/0GQQhTk5lzU/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j-y3GvsRwaA/TiWD0GiYElI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/0GQQhTk5lzU/s320/13.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>Honey, mother knows best. Sleepovers are sooo much better when you're sharing the same bed.<br />
*Jane threatens to punch Maura because Maura finds Angela endearing.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqhB1gF5NN0/TiWD0TbzJFI/AAAAAAAAEQY/qfyKOGA-9d0/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nqhB1gF5NN0/TiWD0TbzJFI/AAAAAAAAEQY/qfyKOGA-9d0/s320/16.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Kids, domestic violence is never the answer.<br />
Maura distracts Jane with derricious stomach contents from the pregnant chick's autopsy.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hdBQ2abPNgs/TiWD0gVI_iI/AAAAAAAAEQg/qyNkUV0dEQQ/s1600/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hdBQ2abPNgs/TiWD0gVI_iI/AAAAAAAAEQg/qyNkUV0dEQQ/s320/17.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>Maura: You know, a stomach's contents are like someone's grocery bag--so revealing. It's my favorite part.<br />
(That is actually my favorite game to play at Costco or the grocery store. The "Judge People Based On What's In Their Cart" game.)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4GWrW_dMQQ/TiWD0_nD-0I/AAAAAAAAEQo/cqUBi1EvNdU/s1600/18.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4GWrW_dMQQ/TiWD0_nD-0I/AAAAAAAAEQo/cqUBi1EvNdU/s320/18.png" width="320" /></a></div>Jane, do not give your girlfriend that look, especially when she's being exceptionally adorable!<br />
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Jane talks about visiting Baby JD and Maura confesses that she already visited him that morning.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JeCh66GAWtM/TiWGbUWlE7I/AAAAAAAAEQw/_qVqbgmJv78/s1600/19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JeCh66GAWtM/TiWGbUWlE7I/AAAAAAAAEQw/_qVqbgmJv78/s320/19.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>Jane: Really? Are we getting...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu1oJOl65Xg/TiWGbkc4aEI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/jqfMvoIpfi0/s1600/20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu1oJOl65Xg/TiWGbkc4aEI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/jqfMvoIpfi0/s320/20.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Maura: Cravings for pickles? No.<br />
Me: Praise Jesus! No more "pickles" for either of you, okay?<br />
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Frost pops in to take Jane to the dead chick's motel room.<br />
As Jane leaves, Maura gives her the "I Crave Your Tuna" look:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXVJYOpV7tA/TiWGb8itwvI/AAAAAAAAERA/fkBdSAWX3Ek/s1600/22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXVJYOpV7tA/TiWGb8itwvI/AAAAAAAAERA/fkBdSAWX3Ek/s320/22.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>*It turns out that Pregnant Chick was a surrogate.<br />
Maura: She had quite robust reproductive organs.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kC7FyUyqc78/TiWGcKNqUyI/AAAAAAAAERI/AfkTDizfMV8/s1600/24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kC7FyUyqc78/TiWGcKNqUyI/AAAAAAAAERI/AfkTDizfMV8/s320/24.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Jane: Do you find that sexy in a woman? Robust reproductive organs?<br />
Frost: First thing I look for. (Who doesn't love birthing hips and shiny uteri?)<br />
(I was actually surprised that Maura didn't interject here with talk of men being predisposed, due to natural selection, to being attracted to women with certain physical characteristics that tend to indicate "robust reproductive organs.")<br />
Anywho, they find out that Baby JD has parents.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMCFs2ot37E/TiWGcGmP6II/AAAAAAAAERQ/djHhmWnaoYg/s1600/25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMCFs2ot37E/TiWGcGmP6II/AAAAAAAAERQ/djHhmWnaoYg/s320/25.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Maura: Well, biological parents, not social parents; it's not the same thing. I was adopted. My real parents were the ones that raised raised me.<br />
(Being adopted, this made me really happy, which is why I'm including the quote in this recap.)<br />
*In other news, Frankie has been shadowing Korsak because he wants to be a detective like his big sis.<br />
Jane: You two dating?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCJc4FTbngU/TiWIrojWl9I/AAAAAAAAERY/_WNJwvX026o/s1600/26a.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCJc4FTbngU/TiWIrojWl9I/AAAAAAAAERY/_WNJwvX026o/s320/26a.png" width="320" /></a></div>Frankie: Are you two dating? <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dm8gPK4g-oc/TiWIsOPFaRI/AAAAAAAAERg/vRB3yj-SP-w/s1600/26b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dm8gPK4g-oc/TiWIsOPFaRI/AAAAAAAAERg/vRB3yj-SP-w/s320/26b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>(Okay, he didn't say that, but really...)<br />
*Cut to Angela's yard sale at Jane's place.<br />
Maura finds it simply adorable that Jane is "not very good at sales."<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xjv3iZMl_Y/TiWIsR-HfmI/AAAAAAAAERo/pruLprLuR6Y/s1600/28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xjv3iZMl_Y/TiWIsR-HfmI/AAAAAAAAERo/pruLprLuR6Y/s320/28.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>And Jane finds it interesting that Maura knows the exact retail price of a stroller.<br />
Jane: How do we know that?<br />
(My guess is that she grew up thinking her biological father is Bob Barker and she watched a lot of <i>The Price is Right</i> in an attempt to try and connect with him on some level.)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zx7C7ovjX0M/TiWIskJyVTI/AAAAAAAAERw/E0NEUDzbfXI/s1600/29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zx7C7ovjX0M/TiWIskJyVTI/AAAAAAAAERw/E0NEUDzbfXI/s320/29.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>Apparently Maura was just looking at prices and such whilst shopping for other items on the Internet.<br />
Jane: Well, stop. You don't have a baby.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88vxQDrGbF4/TiWIs7czBeI/AAAAAAAAER4/250fLqmmSFw/s1600/30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88vxQDrGbF4/TiWIs7czBeI/AAAAAAAAER4/250fLqmmSFw/s320/30.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>Maura: Yet.<br />
Jane: Babies aren't accessories.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzoFQnT-xaY/TiWJ6bZj7xI/AAAAAAAAESA/lgxF20QoK-M/s1600/31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UzoFQnT-xaY/TiWJ6bZj7xI/AAAAAAAAESA/lgxF20QoK-M/s320/31.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>Maura: I do not think they're accessories!<br />
(Oh no, I can't bear to have another one of my favorite couples break up because of the baby disagreement...)<br />
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Maura pretends to love a painting because Angela painted it...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TjqcjSNGmEA/TiWJ6rIjy_I/AAAAAAAAESI/GVRKbxuW4u8/s1600/32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TjqcjSNGmEA/TiWJ6rIjy_I/AAAAAAAAESI/GVRKbxuW4u8/s320/32.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>And Jane and Maura do a little eye flirting because of this.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4KyNcwuWEbg/TiWJ6_0OkeI/AAAAAAAAESQ/3EPp4eDsckc/s1600/33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4KyNcwuWEbg/TiWJ6_0OkeI/AAAAAAAAESQ/3EPp4eDsckc/s320/33.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Maura pays 500 bucks for it...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0tqG_xvvhY/TiWJ7FV5yGI/AAAAAAAAESY/ruGcddr56VI/s1600/34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S0tqG_xvvhY/TiWJ7FV5yGI/AAAAAAAAESY/ruGcddr56VI/s320/34.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>And Jane is touched (but not in the way we want to see her being touched...).<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYqEe0PmAoI/TiWJ7LzlrpI/AAAAAAAAESg/8yz0erePQbA/s1600/35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYqEe0PmAoI/TiWJ7LzlrpI/AAAAAAAAESg/8yz0erePQbA/s320/35.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>It's always good when your mother likes your girlfriend.<br />
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Maura shows Jane how you sell something at a yard sale.<br />
Maura: It's more valuable the less it's played with...<br />
(You really shouldn't judge people based on how many other people have played with them, Maura...)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYPeTrDBirY/TiWLeuKQ71I/AAAAAAAAESo/FqxL6e37BlY/s1600/37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYPeTrDBirY/TiWLeuKQ71I/AAAAAAAAESo/FqxL6e37BlY/s320/37.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Maura makes the sell.<br />
Jane: Show-off.<br />
(Maura does actually wink at Jane, but winks do not screencap well and I refuse to get involved with gifs)<br />
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*Jane Rizzoli says no to Crocs.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZH-_O2xcWY/TiWLejX7gaI/AAAAAAAAESw/1bpqQ3XYZO0/s1600/38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZH-_O2xcWY/TiWLejX7gaI/AAAAAAAAESw/1bpqQ3XYZO0/s320/38.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>*Gratuitous hot face/boots screencaps:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVAlVerRhrU/TiWLfFSGJJI/AAAAAAAAES4/25_Xx54J45A/s1600/39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVAlVerRhrU/TiWLfFSGJJI/AAAAAAAAES4/25_Xx54J45A/s320/39.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>*What she said: <i>Your mother is the most wonderful kangaroo volunteer.</i><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bK_qaUK0rU4/TiWLfj3rjQI/AAAAAAAAETA/LmCuJ1DUonY/s1600/40.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bK_qaUK0rU4/TiWLfj3rjQI/AAAAAAAAETA/LmCuJ1DUonY/s320/40.png" width="320" /></a></div>What she meant: <b>Your mother is going to be the most wonderful grandmother to our children.</b><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3f94EeT7Jo/TiWLf0qPfHI/AAAAAAAAETI/QSuBVcdv9-E/s1600/41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3f94EeT7Jo/TiWLf0qPfHI/AAAAAAAAETI/QSuBVcdv9-E/s320/41.jpg" width="288" /></a></div>Yes, Jane, we are all as disturbed as you are...<br />
*The team had ruled out Pregnant Chick's fisherman husband because he was off filming <i>Deadliest Catch</i> and couldn't have done it. But in classic <i>Rizzoli & Isles</i> writing, of course he took a little lifeboat to shore to trek down from Canada, killing his alibi (see "Money For Nothing" for comparison...)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zb_72oN0Zxo/TiWNXRvXaAI/AAAAAAAAETQ/CbRSVeOIE6g/s1600/44.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zb_72oN0Zxo/TiWNXRvXaAI/AAAAAAAAETQ/CbRSVeOIE6g/s320/44.png" width="320" /></a></div>But he didn't kill his wife. Of course it had to be the crazy lady with an aching and barren uterus.<br />
*What a disappointing use of <a href="http://mormonlesbian.blogspot.com/2010/12/nothing-like-smell-of-hand-sanitizer-in.html">hand sanitizer</a>:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx4kPPzEBv0/TiWNXmDvx0I/AAAAAAAAETY/kqHaXrmG1CU/s1600/45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx4kPPzEBv0/TiWNXmDvx0I/AAAAAAAAETY/kqHaXrmG1CU/s320/45.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>And this baby needs to move out of the way:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzJCJf4iM8U/TiWNYDvLAWI/AAAAAAAAETg/IjTEkv1T_LE/s1600/46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HzJCJf4iM8U/TiWNYDvLAWI/AAAAAAAAETg/IjTEkv1T_LE/s320/46.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>They are seriously an adorable couple:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZENg2m78w8/TiWNYUXYkyI/AAAAAAAAETo/z-IADyCkvnA/s1600/47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZENg2m78w8/TiWNYUXYkyI/AAAAAAAAETo/z-IADyCkvnA/s320/47.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>Maura and Jane's "Mother Bear" instincts coming out... <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kTdFq-_pvS4/TiWNYmGAcwI/AAAAAAAAETw/MfDrkJ-wZs0/s1600/48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kTdFq-_pvS4/TiWNYmGAcwI/AAAAAAAAETw/MfDrkJ-wZs0/s320/48.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Maura pulls the "You have to kill me to get to my baby!" while Jane goes with the classic "Bitch, I'll shoot you in the face unless you back up off."<br />
*And after a hard day's work on a case, the first thing to do is to get naked with your girlfriend:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7k021fAYZyI/TiWOK7I00nI/AAAAAAAAET4/TfUQ09o4MXQ/s1600/49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7k021fAYZyI/TiWOK7I00nI/AAAAAAAAET4/TfUQ09o4MXQ/s320/49.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>And what better way to flirt than to throw a little mud?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ovq0uomcT4/TiWOLNwBZpI/AAAAAAAAEUA/VJ4AaqYf_1U/s1600/50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ovq0uomcT4/TiWOLNwBZpI/AAAAAAAAEUA/VJ4AaqYf_1U/s320/50.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-19535773144190223202011-07-12T07:56:00.001-06:002011-07-12T07:58:34.009-06:00She's Somebody's Hero: A Rizzles RecapThank you season 2 premiere for showing us that no matter how many dudes you throw at these ladies, you can't kill the subtext...<br />
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*This is <i>not</i> the phallus-shaped object we want to see on the show:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qtOqCqkL54/Thw_lkga3lI/AAAAAAAAEHY/KH_F0ezgJSQ/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qtOqCqkL54/Thw_lkga3lI/AAAAAAAAEHY/KH_F0ezgJSQ/s320/1.png" width="320" /></a></div>*Yes, this face truly expresses how "terrible" Maura thinks Jane looks...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7F4RzxWP-o/Thw_l3z8aPI/AAAAAAAAEHg/-DOLzzbhld4/s1600/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7F4RzxWP-o/Thw_l3z8aPI/AAAAAAAAEHg/-DOLzzbhld4/s320/3.png" width="320" /></a></div>(And here I was all worried about disapproving of Sasha's post-baby face... She's still slammin' in her first episode back. 90% of the time...)<br />
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Maura: You're making everyone late.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13Dx36vgEGE/Thw_mGceDTI/AAAAAAAAEHo/fkYnnUUSguk/s1600/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13Dx36vgEGE/Thw_mGceDTI/AAAAAAAAEHo/fkYnnUUSguk/s320/4.png" width="320" /></a></div>Just like an old married couple... <br />
Jane: Even you'd look bad if a bullet'd gone through you.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZPDIdHLF4Q/Thw_mevZN0I/AAAAAAAAEHw/DOqdNhPCezU/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZPDIdHLF4Q/Thw_mevZN0I/AAAAAAAAEHw/DOqdNhPCezU/s320/5.jpg" width="285" /></a></div>Maura: Laceration to your peritoneum and small bowel could explain your jaundice color.<br />
Hey now. There ain't nothing wrong with a little jaundice coloring... Don't be racist.<br />
Jane: You may not casually discuss my privates.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QF595W_2wMY/Thw_mjZbm9I/AAAAAAAAEH4/jnD-E0bG5oE/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QF595W_2wMY/Thw_mjZbm9I/AAAAAAAAEH4/jnD-E0bG5oE/s320/6.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Yeah, boweltalk does often kill the sexy...<br />
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Jane: Mind. Business.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHLMkUeyJrI/ThxAnUMi3HI/AAAAAAAAEIA/PbISXOSrr3A/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHLMkUeyJrI/ThxAnUMi3HI/AAAAAAAAEIA/PbISXOSrr3A/s320/7.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Maura: You are my business.<br />
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Maura: When was your last bowel movement?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TwQa929lpdc/ThxAnp9NG4I/AAAAAAAAEII/_iSynrwWpxg/s1600/8.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TwQa929lpdc/ThxAnp9NG4I/AAAAAAAAEII/_iSynrwWpxg/s320/8.png" width="320" /></a></div>Jane's Face: Too soon! Too soon! (If you get that reference, you watch too much TV and you're awesome)<br />
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Maura: Put this on!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-em-dx937fLM/ThxAn7PPQFI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/xaEg4Itn0Kw/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-em-dx937fLM/ThxAn7PPQFI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/xaEg4Itn0Kw/s320/9.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Jane: It makes me look like a man.<br />
C'mon, Jane. Indulge the girl. She likes to roleplay a little...<br />
Maura: We can do this the easy way or the hard way.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T5V8yvCl-qQ/ThxAoA17S2I/AAAAAAAAEIY/2XAWXTxi3Eg/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T5V8yvCl-qQ/ThxAoA17S2I/AAAAAAAAEIY/2XAWXTxi3Eg/s320/10.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Me: Good Lord, please do it the hard way.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MEkMNiJGZwI/ThxAoUIh9mI/AAAAAAAAEIg/THPiOPoG3g4/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MEkMNiJGZwI/ThxAoUIh9mI/AAAAAAAAEIg/THPiOPoG3g4/s320/11.jpg" width="285" /></a></div>Feel free to move that hand up a bit, hon...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NTxRfEqf_sw/ThxB8Al6rEI/AAAAAAAAEIo/kIEBhK04diU/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NTxRfEqf_sw/ThxB8Al6rEI/AAAAAAAAEIo/kIEBhK04diU/s320/12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Maura puts a smile on my face too, Jane<br />
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Maura: The hard way.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gs7lCQYmcGM/ThxB8WETqbI/AAAAAAAAEIw/oSb8aCesbko/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gs7lCQYmcGM/ThxB8WETqbI/AAAAAAAAEIw/oSb8aCesbko/s320/13.jpg" width="288" /></a></div>I'm pissed that they clearly cut the scene where Maura wrestles Jane's clothes off and they have fantastic sex on the couch and/or floor.<br />
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*Yeah, I like her post-baby boobs too...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8D_GvNk340E/ThxB8mdtrnI/AAAAAAAAEI4/80xbOSYStA4/s1600/14.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8D_GvNk340E/ThxB8mdtrnI/AAAAAAAAEI4/80xbOSYStA4/s320/14.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IzUI5j9JFVE/ThxB9OrAw3I/AAAAAAAAEJA/nrodkAQxpKE/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IzUI5j9JFVE/ThxB9OrAw3I/AAAAAAAAEJA/nrodkAQxpKE/s320/16.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>Awww, Maura is so proud of her lady.<br />
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*Okay, really, what the hell is this? Maura Isles would never do this. Seriously? Tacky. Yeah, blah, blah, the enzymes in saliva break down the... No, this is unacceptable.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q74y3iShsk8/ThxB9rpGeSI/AAAAAAAAEJI/O_ctX8uTj28/s1600/19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q74y3iShsk8/ThxB9rpGeSI/AAAAAAAAEJI/O_ctX8uTj28/s320/19.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>And I'm not going to say anything inappropriate about her licking her finger to rub Jane's spot... ...<br />
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*Oh no, is Jane off to flirt with Casey?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mE7P9tGpzcM/ThxDVRAIPQI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/XBFI5Js7CPQ/s1600/20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mE7P9tGpzcM/ThxDVRAIPQI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/XBFI5Js7CPQ/s320/20.png" width="320" /></a></div>Apparently not...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOSV-6JZ_zs/ThxDYOpSeaI/AAAAAAAAEJY/9DylT5mCej4/s1600/21.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOSV-6JZ_zs/ThxDYOpSeaI/AAAAAAAAEJY/9DylT5mCej4/s320/21.png" width="320" /></a></div>Even Casey gets the hint that he's not needed here...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCKZeqRScQI/ThxDaAfh3JI/AAAAAAAAEJg/KemYUPWcsv0/s1600/22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCKZeqRScQI/ThxDaAfh3JI/AAAAAAAAEJg/KemYUPWcsv0/s320/22.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Side Note: How tall is this Abby chick?!<br />
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Oh no, is Jane actually flirting with Casey this time?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYzU654btJw/ThxDahH1pBI/AAAAAAAAEJo/JesH8I-w5Lw/s1600/23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYzU654btJw/ThxDahH1pBI/AAAAAAAAEJo/JesH8I-w5Lw/s320/23.jpg" width="195" /></a></div>Apparently she's too distracted by something that's offensive to everyone's eyes...<br />
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Jane: We are feeling fine, but we can't speak for everyone.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rtNTdzdNmc/ThxDa7ID1OI/AAAAAAAAEJw/LVs___xo-Bc/s1600/24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rtNTdzdNmc/ThxDa7ID1OI/AAAAAAAAEJw/LVs___xo-Bc/s320/24.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Precious. Jane is already using "we" to describe her and Maura.<br />
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Jane: All the single guys in Boston and you gotta date Ucky Sluckey. It's unethical, Maura.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-foG7DqlVpro/ThxFOLPjmVI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/2S44h-NOi0g/s1600/25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-foG7DqlVpro/ThxFOLPjmVI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/2S44h-NOi0g/s320/25.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>Yeah, I don't like cheaters either, Jane. But you were over there making eyes at Abby (and supposedly making eyes at Casey too).<br />
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Jane: I nearly lost my virginity to him.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akP17Aue_Zc/ThxFOHjnA1I/AAAAAAAAEKA/F-lrjv0RZwQ/s1600/26.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akP17Aue_Zc/ThxFOHjnA1I/AAAAAAAAEKA/F-lrjv0RZwQ/s320/26.png" width="320" /></a></div>Yes, please let me go on with the illusion that you have never been touched by a man.<br />
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Maura: Byron is much better when he's not talking.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jH6oai7Czg4/ThxFOgFUmHI/AAAAAAAAEKI/150wcCVmq-0/s1600/27.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jH6oai7Czg4/ThxFOgFUmHI/AAAAAAAAEKI/150wcCVmq-0/s320/27.png" width="320" /></a></div>Who does that remind me of...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlxpwH5JFQY/ThxFPc8PpuI/AAAAAAAAEKY/lTibqyybbS8/s1600/tumblr_lci22abIHE1qc3qsm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlxpwH5JFQY/ThxFPc8PpuI/AAAAAAAAEKY/lTibqyybbS8/s320/tumblr_lci22abIHE1qc3qsm.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>(Okay, that's less what I think and more what many other people think... Not that I don't occasionally want to say to Angie, "No more words; just emotion.")<br />
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What Maura Says in a Nutshell: He's a very tender lover. (If you get that reference, you watch too much TV and you're awesome)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BfY4QCOvuw4/ThxFO63UWrI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/khdcfcUMlCw/s1600/28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BfY4QCOvuw4/ThxFO63UWrI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/khdcfcUMlCw/s320/28.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>[Insert Global "Ewwww!"]<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mMrdxbxiiBk/ThxHG_3-8bI/AAAAAAAAEKg/IXA4m9ELE1Y/s1600/29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mMrdxbxiiBk/ThxHG_3-8bI/AAAAAAAAEKg/IXA4m9ELE1Y/s320/29.png" width="320" /></a></div>Jane: It's like thinking about my parents having sex... (No, Jane. This is far more offensive.)<br />
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Jane: Please, go have tender sex with Byron, and I'm going home.<br />
Maura: Not so fast.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m19hqSUFdHY/ThxHHbc7ZNI/AAAAAAAAEKo/8gmponbbHJw/s1600/31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m19hqSUFdHY/ThxHHbc7ZNI/AAAAAAAAEKo/8gmponbbHJw/s320/31.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>What she said: <i>You know, you do need to boost your immune system and sex is very good for that.</i><br />
What she meant: <b>Let me ditch Byron and I'll be at your place in fifteen.</b><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXhdKkUEy2c/ThxHHpLerHI/AAAAAAAAEKw/2AkbomDhmA0/s1600/32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXhdKkUEy2c/ThxHHpLerHI/AAAAAAAAEKw/2AkbomDhmA0/s320/32.jpg" width="285" /></a></div>Yeah, Jane in her uniform does it for me too...<br />
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*If you're actually paying attention to the plot, Abby gets blown up...<br />
Maura: I got this.<br />
Me: Yeah, ya do.<br />
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*Jane can't get into the building because of the new security.<br />
Jane: There's my badge.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CQDh1Z3IzXk/ThxHH4lpSaI/AAAAAAAAELA/lB2-U2SpyWg/s1600/34.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CQDh1Z3IzXk/ThxHH4lpSaI/AAAAAAAAELA/lB2-U2SpyWg/s320/34.png" width="320" /></a></div>Me: You can show me your badge all day, every day. Or, you know, "Next time I should say 'b' as in 'boy' instead of 'b' as in 'bagina'..."<br />
(She really should've pulled a Lexie Grey and sprinted past him...)<br />
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Maura: What are you doing here?<br />
Jane: I'm trying to figure out who killed Abby Sherman.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOG-wZulZ9Q/ThxId761yZI/AAAAAAAAELI/myNY1yzacQ8/s1600/35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOG-wZulZ9Q/ThxId761yZI/AAAAAAAAELI/myNY1yzacQ8/s320/35.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>Jane, you don't need to use that tone just because you're pissed that Byron is here with Maura. You made Maura's face sad!<br />
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a. Most awkward thing I've ever seen<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7R0mssvDT88/ThxIeDL8mNI/AAAAAAAAELQ/W9j437pP8uo/s1600/36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7R0mssvDT88/ThxIeDL8mNI/AAAAAAAAELQ/W9j437pP8uo/s320/36.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>b. Like Jane, I really want to punch him in the face.<br />
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Jane: This is who I am. This is what I do. Now get me in there. (That's what she said...)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOGq_hWjqEE/ThxIeFrgfGI/AAAAAAAAELY/VAEKMUxgmus/s1600/37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOGq_hWjqEE/ThxIeFrgfGI/AAAAAAAAELY/VAEKMUxgmus/s320/37.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>What she said: <i>I'm only doing this because I'm afraid you're going to hurt yourself.</i><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ChGLCft-zl0/ThxIefbFJuI/AAAAAAAAELg/UgE7p2K-FpA/s1600/38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ChGLCft-zl0/ThxIefbFJuI/AAAAAAAAELg/UgE7p2K-FpA/s320/38.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>What she meant: <b>I'm only doing this because I'm hoping you'll pay me back in the way only you can...</b><br />
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Maura: Detective Rizzoli is with me.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pr0i2N-FazE/ThxIem0EagI/AAAAAAAAELo/hS0B_NErkZE/s1600/39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pr0i2N-FazE/ThxIem0EagI/AAAAAAAAELo/hS0B_NErkZE/s320/39.jpg" width="192" /></a></div>That's what we've been saying!!!<br />
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Maura: Downstairs only. (Well, if you insist...) <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNbjCCXRscc/ThxJ__XEtwI/AAAAAAAAELw/yvxKyAg4GFo/s1600/40.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNbjCCXRscc/ThxJ__XEtwI/AAAAAAAAELw/yvxKyAg4GFo/s320/40.png" width="320" /></a></div>Maura: I will poke you in your scar tissue if you even touch the 'up' arrow. (And 'scar tissue' is a euphemism for what?)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bg30qz_CPMA/ThxKAFjxKmI/AAAAAAAAEL4/pORKqKAXSgI/s1600/41.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bg30qz_CPMA/ThxKAFjxKmI/AAAAAAAAEL4/pORKqKAXSgI/s320/41.png" width="320" /></a></div>"Where I come from elevators tend to be this kind of aphrodisiac... People get on them and they just get all horny." (If only...)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4SPDYJCzNcc/ThxKAf8BGRI/AAAAAAAAEMA/seeeAzi9QTM/s1600/42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4SPDYJCzNcc/ThxKAf8BGRI/AAAAAAAAEMA/seeeAzi9QTM/s320/42.jpg" width="288" /></a></div>Maura: That's a sign of sexual frustration. (Well, honey, it's your fault since you've been off tenderlovin' on Byron.)<br />
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Maura: Rip Van Winkle!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tC4LXOApTFY/ThxKAmVYS2I/AAAAAAAAEMI/g0dxJfJ-ezs/s1600/43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tC4LXOApTFY/ThxKAmVYS2I/AAAAAAAAEMI/g0dxJfJ-ezs/s320/43.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Jane's Face and Me: Really, writers? (If I were last season Maura, I would totally call BS on this crappy analogy...)<br />
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What she said: <i>And wait till you see my office; the decorator just finished.</i><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8BVFarTAEg/ThxKA6-Pe-I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/EgTn2RclH0Y/s1600/44.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8BVFarTAEg/ThxKA6-Pe-I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/EgTn2RclH0Y/s320/44.png" width="320" /></a></div>What she meant: <b>And wait till you see my office with all the new furniture we can break in.</b><br />
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*Maura: I just wish I knew what was causing that pain.<br />
Jane: Again, I'm going with the .40 caliber bullet.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3_HxS7zMFvg/ThxLx3i0ihI/AAAAAAAAEMY/ZJ4-jdea7og/s1600/45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3_HxS7zMFvg/ThxLx3i0ihI/AAAAAAAAEMY/ZJ4-jdea7og/s320/45.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>Maura's Face: I'm going with you miss our sexytimes.<br />
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Jane: What do you do when fear is killing you?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VapDUchcgxg/ThxLx__DJKI/AAAAAAAAEMg/SJ-GgM1FhrY/s1600/46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VapDUchcgxg/ThxLx__DJKI/AAAAAAAAEMg/SJ-GgM1FhrY/s320/46.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>Maura: Well, it's very hard to die from fear unless you have a congenital heart condition.<br />
(Ummm, I remember you saying something completely different in "Sympathy for the Devil," honey.)<br />
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Maura: What can I do?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1B1ovym-d4/ThxLyeagVEI/AAAAAAAAEMo/T2bBaQbeZOU/s1600/47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1B1ovym-d4/ThxLyeagVEI/AAAAAAAAEMo/T2bBaQbeZOU/s320/47.jpg" width="287" /></a></div>Jane: Get me upstairs.<br />
Really, Jane? Shouldn't there be more murder solving and less upstairstime? Who am I kidding... There's always time for boob fondling.<br />
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Jane: I can be girly.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbE0U-ZJ7tQ/ThxLyZ02y0I/AAAAAAAAEMw/iGtZlvu2KGY/s1600/48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbE0U-ZJ7tQ/ThxLyZ02y0I/AAAAAAAAEMw/iGtZlvu2KGY/s320/48.jpg" width="288" /></a></div>Casey's Face: Really?<br />
Seriously, the only people who don't realize that Jane is butch are Jane and Maura. Just like how they are the only people who don't realize how gay they are...<br />
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Casey: You're a soft-shelled crab or something.<br />
Me: What are two things I'd like to eat? <br />
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*You should be ashamed, Jane! We do not sleep with boys!<br />
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Whoa. So not only is Tommy the baby now, but he’s still in prison?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvBUhS7UPkA/ThxNThtiGrI/AAAAAAAAENI/mKWKrYSMNNg/s1600/51.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvBUhS7UPkA/ThxNThtiGrI/AAAAAAAAENI/mKWKrYSMNNg/s320/51.png" width="320" /></a></div>Side Rant: Are we supposed to forget all our preconceived notions of the kid? Although, really, him being the eldest child... Being drunk is cuter and more forgivable if you’re in your early to mid twenties than when you are a creepy man in your late thirties to early forties... And Lorraine Bracco being the parent to someone older than Angie? Totally not believable.<br />
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So, Angela is moving in with Maura...<br />
Jane: Are you a masochist?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZ58XD8oQNQ/ThxNT471fZI/AAAAAAAAENQ/O1nsWFO9FhY/s1600/52.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZ58XD8oQNQ/ThxNT471fZI/AAAAAAAAENQ/O1nsWFO9FhY/s320/52.png" width="320" /></a></div>Well, you, if anyone, would know, wouldn't you? Oh, you don't mean it like <i>that</i>... My bad.<br />
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Maura: You had sex!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2cpsTfyWys/ThxNUdy8R9I/AAAAAAAAENY/JQSwNzyrtr4/s1600/53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2cpsTfyWys/ThxNUdy8R9I/AAAAAAAAENY/JQSwNzyrtr4/s320/53.jpg" width="286" /></a></div>Maura clearly needs a refresher on what Jane looks like post-sex... <br />
Jane: It's really none of your business (then whose business is it...?), but feel free to chat about it with my mother at your slumber parties.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2dRtrFobpYs/ThxNUbYfImI/AAAAAAAAENg/Gl_pN0U9x8M/s1600/53.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2dRtrFobpYs/ThxNUbYfImI/AAAAAAAAENg/Gl_pN0U9x8M/s320/53.png" width="320" /></a></div>Maura: I never got much sleep at slumber parties.<br />
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Maura: Did you have a lot to confess to?<br />
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Oh, we all know which sins you aren't sorry for...<br />
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Maura adorably and excitedly talking about the badass that is Jane Rizzoli:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s967IXkXmps/ThxPgTzf3rI/AAAAAAAAEOA/ryi8PPpS3UA/s1600/55.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s967IXkXmps/ThxPgTzf3rI/AAAAAAAAEOA/ryi8PPpS3UA/s320/55.png" width="320" /></a></div>Byron: You're merely a pathologist and she had expert care from a renowned trauma surgeon.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSb3c6oPQLA/ThxPgrW_w4I/AAAAAAAAEOI/gU0_ygkaB9g/s1600/56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSb3c6oPQLA/ThxPgrW_w4I/AAAAAAAAEOI/gU0_ygkaB9g/s320/56.jpg" width="192" /></a></div>What she said: <i>Are you talking about yourself in the third person?</i><br />
What she meant: <b>Are you a giant douchebag?</b><br />
Answer to both: Indeed.<br />
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What she meant: <b>Thank you for reminding me why I don't date men.</b><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ll5Huxdh5Fw/ThxQ-3gz6vI/AAAAAAAAEOg/dCcL5pYC_co/s1600/59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ll5Huxdh5Fw/ThxQ-3gz6vI/AAAAAAAAEOg/dCcL5pYC_co/s320/59.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>Don't mind Maura, Jane. She's just creepin' on you.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMl7kLg4cTM/ThxQ_ICMcZI/AAAAAAAAEOo/n_SdvwD4Bvo/s1600/61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QMl7kLg4cTM/ThxQ_ICMcZI/AAAAAAAAEOo/n_SdvwD4Bvo/s320/61.jpg" width="191" /></a></div>I am way pregnant from this eyesex...<br />
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Maura: Um, can I just... Any pain?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gXHEiup6L4Q/ThxQ_UrQBnI/AAAAAAAAEOw/ozEny-ApzHw/s1600/62.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gXHEiup6L4Q/ThxQ_UrQBnI/AAAAAAAAEOw/ozEny-ApzHw/s320/62.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Obviously Maura's magic hands (wherever they may be on Jane's body...) are doing their thing and Jane is feeling no pain.MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-47335495272898558802011-07-08T11:49:00.001-06:002011-07-08T11:49:00.095-06:00Girls With Guns, Part XIII kept not knowing how I wanted to jump back into doing my posts full of hottness (because blogging is serious business and some hardcore executive decision making/planning goes into it...), so weeks later... I thought I'd just revive Girls With Guns :)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Amanda Tapping</b></span></div>I've gotten four comments/emails about people wanting some Amanda Tapping in their life. And I am more than happy to oblige because seriously... attractive. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Yvonne Strahovski</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4J9U-Pqm3w/ThZalRSjk9I/AAAAAAAAEF4/y5LIFz_0tAY/s1600/Yvonne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4J9U-Pqm3w/ThZalRSjk9I/AAAAAAAAEF4/y5LIFz_0tAY/s320/Yvonne.jpg" width="285" /></a></div>Two guns are better than one.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Amber Heard</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj81Mub3gfw/ThZZmYztheI/AAAAAAAAEFY/Yom5LVv9Ivs/s1600/Amber%2BHeard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj81Mub3gfw/ThZZmYztheI/AAAAAAAAEFY/Yom5LVv9Ivs/s320/Amber%2BHeard.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>So pretty, but such a terrible actress... (That comment is based on two things I've seen her in... but really, not so great...)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Cate Blanchett</b></span></div>If you know me, you know my feelings about Cate Blanchett. I'd often prefer for her to get out of my face. However, although <i>Hanna</i> was only okay (except for the soundtrack by The Chemical Brothers that was pretty kickin'), I really liked Cate Blanchett in it. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VE9dLwWyFAc/ThZZnWwOMEI/AAAAAAAAEFo/sCcKt3wUgmQ/s1600/Cate%2BBlanchett.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VE9dLwWyFAc/ThZZnWwOMEI/AAAAAAAAEFo/sCcKt3wUgmQ/s320/Cate%2BBlanchett.jpg" width="242" /></a></div>It may have been the red hair (and the fact that SPOILER: The bootch gets shot in the end)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Calista Flockhart</b></span></div>The only reasons I'm sad that <i>Brothers & Sisters</i> was cancelled are: Sally Field, Kitty Walker, Kevin/Scotty love, and Kitty Walker with a gun.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Rose Byrne</b></span></div>The only thing I like more than Rose Byrne with a gun is Rose Byrne and her Australian accent.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Stana Katic</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOydg2v273I/ThZa360L-MI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/JqKcZF_IlPE/s1600/Stana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOydg2v273I/ThZa360L-MI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/JqKcZF_IlPE/s320/Stana.jpg" width="190" /></a></div>Yeah... I'm ready for it to be Fall for <i>Castle</i> to come back already...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Kyra Sedgwick/The Mary</b></span></div>I take my last statement back. I'm ready for it to be Monday for <i>The Closer</i>...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Sasha Alexander/Angie Harmon</b></span></div>...and <i>RIZZOLI & ISLES</i>!<br />
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It was around midnight on June 19, 2011—Father’s Day. And there I was thinking, “What better way to celebrate the day than to come out to my mother...” Well, that wasn’t really what I was thinking. It was something more along the lines of, “Mother, do you not realize I’m trying to steer this conversation I engineered somewhere? Don’t get distracted! I’m trying to tell you I’m gay for heaven’s sake!”<br />
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Since I went home for the summer, especially within the week before I came out, I sought out some advice from friends about coming out to my mother. Well, I didn’t exactly <i>seek out</i> advice, but this is one of those topics/situations where people volunteer advice whether you like it or not. I heard how and where I should do it. I'm surprised none of my gay boys told me what I should wear. Opinions on the issue ranged from “Not to be controversial, but... don’t do it yet” to “She’ll be fine because she loves you” to “Bitch, I just need you to stop freaking out all over the place so tell her so you can calm your face down.” <br />
I was stressing out over it. My usual ‘7’ on the neurotic scale had been bumped up to an ’11.’ Every minute I sat in the same room with my mom, all I could think was that I wanted to tell her or I was thinking how I could steer the conversation towards this end. And that's no way to live your life!<br />
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We had just gotten done watching our usual 4-5 episodes of <i>Grey’s Anatomy</i> (which in retrospect was a terrible idea because way to taint the show for your mom, idiot...).<br />
(Note: All of my dialogue was perfectly formatted indentation-wise/HTML-wise and then Blogger decided to shoot me in the foot and make it all ugly and not indented... And I'm too lazy to make it more readable, soooo deal with it). <br />
“Other Brother and I talked a lot when we went out to lunch today,” I said, starting in before she had the chance to get up off from the loveseat and go to bed. (Side Note: My “Other Brother” is not my real/actual brother, but he is like my brother and my parents pretty much treat him as their own).<br />
“Oh?” I knew she was intrigued. Because a. Who doesn’t like some good gossip? (if you don’t, we probably wouldn’t make for good friends... no offense) and b. She’s worried about Other Brother and always likes to know what’s going on in his life.<br />
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So, yeah... There I was. Sitting on the couch, trying to steer the conversation in the direction I wanted it to go. That’s pretty much the story of my life, actually... I often feel like I’m trying to steer a conversation a certain way. Because God forbid I be direct or assertive. <br />
I’m not a perfect person. Obviously. Along with that, my memory isn’t perfect either. Furthermore, the conversation that my mom and I had was disjointed and hopped around a lot. Sooo, I tried to piece to it together in a way that makes sense...<br />
“I don’t like being lied to. All my kids lie and I don’t get it because your dad and I aren’t liars. Maybe we didn’t punish you enough for lying,” my mom blurted out.<br />
I thought for a moment. “We didn’t lie to avoid punishment, well, I didn’t anyway and I can only speak for me. I just didn’t and don’t want to disappoint you or make you sad. When I lie to you now, I’m just trying to spare you any negative feelings,” I said. And this is the truth. For me, being afraid to come out to my mother wasn’t about avoiding any personal negative consequences like getting kicked out of the house or her punching me in the face (hehe). It was simply about not wanting to break my mother’s heart. And, I guess it was about avoiding personal consequences because I didn't want to ruin our relationship. “Mom, you really are my best friend. And not telling you things is hard for me,” I continued. “And I think there are some things you’d rather just not know.”<br />
“No, I want to know.”<br />
With that response, I thought she knew that I am gayer than the day is long and finally wanted me to admit it to her. But, I put it off for a little longer... “Dad and I talked today. We talked about church and politics and whatnot. Although it really felt like he was holding some stuff back though.”<br />
“I think he’s afraid of offending you.”<br />
“I think he even thinks that; however, I don’t believe so. I think it’s more... he’s scared of what he'd find out.”<br />
“Maybe so,” she agreed. “That’s how he is—ignorance is bliss.”<br />
“Is that how you are?” I asked, giving her one more out.<br />
“No, I want to know.”<br />
I sat there, quickly trying to muster up the courage before she excused herself to go off to bed. Story of my life again... Once again, God forbid I be direct and assertive, and volunteer such information. No, I have to use meaningful looks and ‘...’s until I’m pushed into coming out with it (pun half-intended). <br />
And my mom did indeed ask the right question. “I just have one question: Are you straight?”<br />
Without a moment of hesitation, I responded with, “No.” What followed was a lot of weeping (done by me) and apologizing (also done by me). <br />
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At first, I wasn't positive if she even understood that I’m a lesbian and not just bi. She didn’t say the word 'gay.' She said, “With men like that...,” “In those kind of women...,” “That girl from church was ‘that way’...” (Side Story: “That girl from church was ‘that way’ and then she married a man. Why is that?” To which I responded, “I don’t know her life!”)<br />
It wasn’t until she asked, “What about bi people? Are they a lot different from you?” that I knew that she knew I’m not just “not straight” but “not even half straight.”<br />
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What came next exactly... I’m not really sure. The chronology of it all is hazy to me. There was an “I love you and I will always love you” from her, along with a big unspoken “...but...”<br />
I know that soon after answering that life-changing question, I asked if she had her suspicions about it. Surprising everyone, she told me that she didn’t even have an inkling. (Seriously? I mean... Seriously.)<br />
“Why did you know to ask if you didn’t have any suspicions?” I asked.<br />
“Because it’s my biggest fear. It’s the one trial with my kids that I didn’t know if I would be able to handle.”<br />
She also asked if I had had relationships (I really don’t know what she meant by ‘relationships’... Because usually Mormon parents equate ‘relationships’ to ‘sexytime lovin’ are the same thing when it comes to gay people. Because, you know, being gay is a sexual sin...). I responded ‘no’ to this because I knew she definitely wasn’t ready for that business.<br />
Even though she affirmed that she wasn't ready to hear about relationships and such, she did say, "I just want you to be happy."<br />
And I held my breath as I waited for it. The cliché Mormon follow-up of, “Wickedness never was happiness” and “Only obedience to the commandments will bring you joy.” It didn’t come. And I couldn’t tell if it was implied or not... Well, that night I couldn’t tell...<br />
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I did work to make it relatively clear, while still padding the delivery, that I do not plan on living my life as a good little celibate Mormon lesbian. <br />
And then the worst part of the conversation followed...<br />
Being adopted, certain things in my life are a bit different. As a Mormon, my family and I went to the temple to get sealed when I was about 18 months old. This wouldn’t happen with children “Born in the Covenant.” Also, I don’t have to spend fifteen extra minutes at the doctor’s filling out my parents’ and family medical history.<br />
With coming out, my mother had to do the whole, “It would have been so much easier if you hadn’t been adopted by a Mormon family,” “Do you wish you had another family?” and “Why did you have to come to the strictest, most conservative family?” (Let’s get real, my parents are not the most conservative... We drink caffeinated soda, watch TV on Sundays, play with face cards, and occasionally swear like the heathens we are... And the strictest? I never had a curfew growing up.)<br />
I had to assure her that I had no desire to have other parents (because I really don't. I still think my parents are more awesome than everybody else's), but said she probably wanted to trade me in at the Island of Misfit Kids. Her response, “I wanted to do that since the day you started sassing back at me.”<br />
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Overall, our first little conversation was good. I went from constantly feeling like I wanted to throw up or throw myself in front of a train to feeling… lighter. Unfortunately, that feeling was short-lived...<br />
<b>Best:</b> We were still able to make jokes and laugh to break the tension in our little chat.<br />
<b>Worst:</b> She stopped wanting to watch <i>Grey’s Anatomy</i> and doesn’t know if we will ever finish it. Worst. Outcome. Possible.<br />
<hr />Our next talk was later that day.<br />
She came into my room when my dad was taking a nap and asked me the questions I had been expecting the night before. “How do I know?” and “Remember those times you dated dudes...” I had prepared for these questions and was able to address them.<br />
Once again, things weren’t too terrible. I mean, I didn't want to go do cartwheels after...<br />
Worst: “I don’t want [your dad] to feel as awful as I do right now.” (Yeah, no child wants to hear that...) <br />
Best: “This does explain why you hated kissing boys.” (Doesn’t it though?)<br />
<hr />Chat Number Three came later in the week. <br />
I was minding my own business, standing at the stove like a flamingo and making a tortilla, when my mom started in.<br />
“You know, there was gal that I worked with many years back that I just really wanted to be friends with and was attracted to her personality. How do you know if you are gay if you’ve never even kissed a girl?”<br />
I had no good response to this. Because, yeah, she still wasn’t ready for this bomb to be dropped on her head (since, what, maybe three days had passed?). I asked her how she knew that she was straight without ever kissing a boy. She didn’t need to kiss a boy to know that’s what she wanted. It’s just when the kissing does happen it makes you think, “Yeah... this is for me. Definitely.”<br />
Worst: “I don’t know what I’m going to do,” she said.<br />
“I think you need to do what you need to do to deal with everything.”<br />
“I don’t know if I can be in your life when you’re older.”<br />
<i>Well… shit.</i><br />
Best: “It’s like in <i>Fiddler on the Roof</i>..." <br />
<i>Oh my gosh, if I were a gay boy, this would be hilarious. And it’s still kind of funny.</i><br />
“I always felt terrible for the third daughter because I had a bad relationship with my mother and I’m the third daughter. But now..."<br />
<i>And she runs off with someone her father doesn’t approve of and he shuns her and you totally get that... Well... shit.</i><br />
<hr />For our next chat, I had told her I wanted to talk to her. We hadn’t watched any <i>Grey’s Anatomy</i> and I knew why (Going from 4-5 episodes a night to zero... Well, the message was clear. It was my bad for coming out after the we watched and mentioning it in our conversation... But still... doesn’t she want to know if Izzie dies of cancer and if Meredith and Derek actually get married?!) So, I wanted to casually pressure her into wanting to watch again. And I also wanted to give her some options of people to talk to (because God forbid she does what I did, as in go on the Interwebz... because she does <i>not</i> need to stumble upon my blog/Twitter).<br />
At this point, I had noticed that our chats have been getting progressively worse. Most of the conversation I don't even remember because sometimes not remembering is the best thing you can do.<br />
Worst: She is undecided about whether she would want to see me dead or see me living my life with a woman. Ideally, I would be celibate and still in the Church (well, ideally I would be straight, married, with a litter of children). (In her defense on that statement, I think she just doesn't know which is worse in the eyes of God...)<br />
Best: She is going to go back to a therapist that she really likes.<br />
Best of the Best: The therapist is a lesbian. And she used to be Mormon. (I’m putting my trust into this woman that she will not RUIN MY LIFE.)<br />
<hr />So, that brings up to today. Parts I feel may be overshare, but... I almost feel like I have responsibility to share it and not to sugarcoat things. (Also, that's what Mormons do... We overshare... Have you ever been to Testimony Meeting? Lordy, the things people say...)<br />
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Everything my mother has and will say is tempered in my mind with the fact that I do know that my mother loves me and all of her words and feelings do in fact come from a place of love. Like Arizona said in Grey’s… I’m the one who changed the game. And I did. That perfect eternal family that my mother has dreamed about since she was a kid is being broken apart. All of her ideas for the future are being dismantled. She's always told me that the one thing she wants to see in life is for all two (well, now three because she includes Other Brother) of her kids to be in the temple with her again. And I just told her that that's not happening...<br />
Yes, I know of people with parents who also had negative reactions, but who now have learned to embrace it. And that's awesome. But it doesn't always happen. And of course I am sad that I can't tell my mom about all of the exciting things in my life, and if I did, she wouldn't be excited with me. I'm sad that I lost my best friend. I don't expect things to get better. I hope that they do. I hope that my mom comes around. But I don't expect it.<br />
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(In other news, YAY about New York, eh?)<br />
(And thanks to <a href="http://whatarchnemesis.blogspot.com/">my husband</a> for the title suggestion... Because I came up with "Happy Belated Father's Day to All the Mothers Out There," which just isn't pithy)MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-46945807254625930052011-06-19T13:01:00.001-06:002011-06-24T22:13:44.699-06:00Summertime and the Livin's Easy<style type="text/css">
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<div style="text-align: left;">I didn't die, but I did take a little unplanned month-long blogging hiatus.</div>Buuut it's summer! Well, technically it isn't <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> summer until Tuesday, but whatever. And summer means summer television, and we are already in the thick of it.<br />
So, what TV shows am I/will I be watching? (Or, rather, what are the shows I am saying that I'll be watching but who knows if that will actually happen?)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">So You Think You Can Dance</span></div>I have no words to describe how much I love <span style="font-style: italic;">SYTYCD</span>. I actually fangirl over it probably as much as I do over <span style="font-style: italic;">Rizzoli & Isles</span>. Seriously, if I get a little Wade Robson action this season, it will be the squee heard 'round the Webiverse.<br />
I really wanted to post this really awesome video from last season of<span style="font-style: italic;"> SYTYCD</span> where Kent & Neil danced to some Travis Wall choreography about Travis's break-up with his boyfriend, BUT Fox hates the gays apparently because all of the videos are un-embeddable. So, instead I'm posting this amazingness with Katee and Joshua dancing to Mia Michaels's choreography.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Switched at Birth</span></div><span style="font-style: italic;">Switched at Birth</span> started on June 6 on ABC Family and is about two girls that were... well, switched at birth... I haven't actually decided if I want to watch this show because, to be honest, it looks absolutely ridiculous (I mean, it <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> on ABC Family...). However, it has Lea Thompson (<span style="font-style: italic;">Some Kind of Wonderful</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Howard the Duck</span>, and <span style="font-style: italic;">Back to the Future</span>. Don't judge me for liking <span style="font-style: italic;">Howard the Duck...</span>) in it.<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0X0WsnqXBQ/Tf5OuJQSaiI/AAAAAAAAEDI/ytOgEpntARc/s1600/Lea%2BThompson.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620015939670141474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0X0WsnqXBQ/Tf5OuJQSaiI/AAAAAAAAEDI/ytOgEpntARc/s320/Lea%2BThompson.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 207px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>Marlee Matlin is joining the cast too. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZmuNqcaiIM/Tf5Oubl3ATI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/ogkpGhPSceE/s1600/Marlee%2BMatlin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620015944592458034" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZmuNqcaiIM/Tf5Oubl3ATI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/ogkpGhPSceE/s320/Marlee%2BMatlin.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 155px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>And who doesn't love her?<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pretty Little Liars</span></div><span style="font-style: italic;">PLL</span> started up again last week on ABC Family. I do not watch it. I do plan on watching it some day, but... that day is not soon with all the TV in my Netflix queue that I need to catch up on. BUT, there <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> a lesbian on the show and she's played by the only attractive girl in the cast, which is awesome.<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLxcpS21bas/Tf5PLvsOJXI/AAAAAAAAEEI/pKAwImY2BwM/s1600/Shay%2BMitchell.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620016448204055922" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLxcpS21bas/Tf5PLvsOJXI/AAAAAAAAEEI/pKAwImY2BwM/s320/Shay%2BMitchell.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hot in Cleveland</span></div>Season Three of <span style="font-style: italic;">Hot in Cleveland</span> premiered last week and it was HILARIOUS as always (and my second favorite Sedaris was in the episode. Hint: It wasn't David).<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1IZeqvvA58/Tf5NDq4MgMI/AAAAAAAAECI/XjMvveqsTBY/s1600/HiC.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620014110449893570" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1IZeqvvA58/Tf5NDq4MgMI/AAAAAAAAECI/XjMvveqsTBY/s320/HiC.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 227px;" /></a>Aside from the hilarity, I think the show is just frantastic because:<br />
1. Two Words: Betty White.<br />
2. Valerie Bertinelli (as my mom would say and always says when her name is brought up, "What a cutie!")<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uEcxYuyweAc/Tf5PqED-hgI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/a5CGseWI5fo/s1600/Valerie%2BBertinelli.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620016969068480002" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uEcxYuyweAc/Tf5PqED-hgI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/a5CGseWI5fo/s320/Valerie%2BBertinelli.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>3. I want to be skinny and fabulous when I'm 60 like Wendie Malick. Seriously, I want half of Victoria Chase's outfits.<br />
4. Aaaand this just makes me happy:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Falling Skies</span></div><span style="font-style: italic;">Falling Skies</span> premieres today on TNT and, not gonna lie, kinda excited for it. And less for the eye candy of Moon Bloodgood<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXEuFYsi69Y/Tf5PKTRYJfI/AAAAAAAAEDw/N8DpPdkooWY/s1600/Moon%2BBloodgood.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620016423395403250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXEuFYsi69Y/Tf5PKTRYJfI/AAAAAAAAEDw/N8DpPdkooWY/s320/Moon%2BBloodgood.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 207px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>and more for the awesomeness that is Noah Wyle. Yeah, there's <span style="font-style: italic;">ER</span> Noah Wyle, but I'm all about the Noah Wyle in that rather terrible movie <span style="font-style: italic;">Swing Kids</span> (Christian Bale, Robert Sean Leonard, Nazis, swing dance... What could be better?) Anywho, I do have a soft spot for the kid. And I'm really interested to see if they can sustain the story line for a whole TV series...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leverage</span></div><span style="font-style: italic;">Leverage</span> returns to TNT on June 26. Even though Timothy Hutton bugs, I love this show. Beth Riesgraf as Parker makes my life. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K5kiw6EUQT0/Tf5NDcMYRWI/AAAAAAAAECA/eF44uHP0sqI/s1600/Beth%2BRiesgraf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620014106508019042" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K5kiw6EUQT0/Tf5NDcMYRWI/AAAAAAAAECA/eF44uHP0sqI/s320/Beth%2BRiesgraf.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 274px;" /></a> Well, moreso when she was sexually ambiguous, instead of this 'Harker' crap.<br />
Also, Jeri Ryan/Tara Cole is returning. I'm hoping for more things like:<br />
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<div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">The Big C</div>I loved the pilot. It was hilarious and, come on, it's Laura Linney. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNUFvLubZI4/Tf5OuILSGSI/AAAAAAAAEDA/YeLBvKltF8c/s1600/Laura%2BLinney.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620015939380713762" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNUFvLubZI4/Tf5OuILSGSI/AAAAAAAAEDA/YeLBvKltF8c/s320/Laura%2BLinney.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a>But I haven't watched the rest of the first season so it could be absolute garbage.<br />
Even if it is, Parker Posey will be popping by this season and she's absolutely brilliant.<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CuFqMhlkB6Q/Tf5PLFSRtgI/AAAAAAAAED4/AxxbyW25v2M/s1600/Parker%2BPosey.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620016436820948482" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CuFqMhlkB6Q/Tf5PLFSRtgI/AAAAAAAAED4/AxxbyW25v2M/s320/Parker%2BPosey.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 196px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Weeds</span></div>Mary Louise Parker is my <a href="http://gayatbyu.blogspot.com/">gay boyfriend</a>'s female celebrity crush.<br />
Me: She's kind of a bitch...<br />
Gay BF: So?<br />
I honestly don't know who is more of a bitch: Nancy Botwin or Mary Louise Parker. And I honestly don't care that they are bitchy because I love watching them both. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i2fAX5kVymw/Tf5PJyCHPEI/AAAAAAAAEDo/FV2jFhFklsQ/s1600/MLP.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620016414473010242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i2fAX5kVymw/Tf5PJyCHPEI/AAAAAAAAEDo/FV2jFhFklsQ/s320/MLP.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 232px;" /></a>Even though none of the subsequent seasons compared to the first two in quality, I have high hopes for this season. Post-prison Nancy will be even more badass than ever (and in my head, she totally did a little girl-on-girl in prison...)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Royal Pains</span></div>Even though Jill Flint doesn't do things like this on <span style="font-style: italic;">Royal Pains</span>:<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNHXEgqBPP8/Tf5NlzYAf-I/AAAAAAAAECg/Q--IpedI-zQ/s1600/Jill%2BFlint%2B1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620014696846360546" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNHXEgqBPP8/Tf5NlzYAf-I/AAAAAAAAECg/Q--IpedI-zQ/s320/Jill%2BFlint%2B1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 181px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>She's still hott.<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ZHbcys8efs/Tf5NmQfTCYI/AAAAAAAAECo/JsNP0NDf0yI/s1600/Jill%2BFlint%2B5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620014704661563778" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ZHbcys8efs/Tf5NmQfTCYI/AAAAAAAAECo/JsNP0NDf0yI/s320/Jill%2BFlint%2B5.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 179px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>Plus, there is Divya (Reshma Shetty), who is absolutely amazing.<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1mrjv8SaIeA/Tf5PLXhKE7I/AAAAAAAAEEA/nSEzVfD6Wlo/s1600/Reshma%2BShetty.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620016441715200946" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1mrjv8SaIeA/Tf5PLXhKE7I/AAAAAAAAEEA/nSEzVfD6Wlo/s320/Reshma%2BShetty.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 225px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Closer</span></div>I am so excited for July 11. <span style="font-style: italic;">Rizzoli & Isles</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">The Closer</span>... What could be better? Especially since Mary "The Mary" McDonnell is now a regular AND she's getting her own spin-off, <span style="font-style: italic;">Major Crimes</span>.<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g3ksqrQR1pk/Tf5Ov-AuJxI/AAAAAAAAEDg/C9xr-RG4I4E/s1600/Mary.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620015971011798802" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g3ksqrQR1pk/Tf5Ov-AuJxI/AAAAAAAAEDg/C9xr-RG4I4E/s320/Mary.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a>And the chemistry between Brenda Leigh and "her Captain Raydor... I mean, her friend Captain Sharon... I mean, her friend Sharon Raydor" is just delightful.<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lcJ6HvLWuo/Tf5NpOwYCsI/AAAAAAAAEC4/lZaEXvoYa0o/s1600/Kyra%2BMary.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620014755735931586" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lcJ6HvLWuo/Tf5NpOwYCsI/AAAAAAAAEC4/lZaEXvoYa0o/s320/Kyra%2BMary.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 230px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>Although I'm a terrible lesbian because I don't ship that because, for me, it's still Brenda and Fritzy forever...<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjLQHCA-bAE/Tf5Nn7b4OHI/AAAAAAAAECw/IgKA61pDxqA/s1600/Kyra%2B4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620014733369817202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjLQHCA-bAE/Tf5Nn7b4OHI/AAAAAAAAECw/IgKA61pDxqA/s320/Kyra%2B4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
Bonus:<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8YJa_ZVGNVU/Tf5OvA8jIdI/AAAAAAAAEDY/up8NrvOeGqs/s1600/Mary%2B4.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620015954619736530" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8YJa_ZVGNVU/Tf5OvA8jIdI/AAAAAAAAEDY/up8NrvOeGqs/s320/Mary%2B4.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 247px;" /></a>This picture is just made of squee. The Mary AND <s>Will Truman</s> <s>Eric McCormack</s> Will Truman.<br />
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<div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">Rizzoli & Isles</div>Even though this is my reaction to the news of all the straight lovin' that will be happening this season:<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqeE3x3c6Mk/Tf5PqWWfuqI/AAAAAAAAEEY/VrkFRd4gS1k/s1600/beer.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620016973977991842" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqeE3x3c6Mk/Tf5PqWWfuqI/AAAAAAAAEEY/VrkFRd4gS1k/s320/beer.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 178px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>I'm still excited for R&I to be back. Why?<br />
1. Sasha and Angie are still ridiculously attractive.<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FgclxUN0rB4/Tf5Rl0lymiI/AAAAAAAAEFI/ZUG-WXf5ea0/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620019095219116578" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FgclxUN0rB4/Tf5Rl0lymiI/AAAAAAAAEFI/ZUG-WXf5ea0/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 256px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>2. The subtext will never die because Sasha and Angie both have eyes that they use to look at each other.<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3UzvHKMzD8/Tf5Pr0Q5qXI/AAAAAAAAEEo/13U_YXSTkok/s1600/Sangie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620016999187458418" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3UzvHKMzD8/Tf5Pr0Q5qXI/AAAAAAAAEEo/13U_YXSTkok/s320/Sangie.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 179px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>3. Did I mention Sasha and Angie?<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SM-ut3-TGUo/Tf5PsOiXdhI/AAAAAAAAEEw/JEtDYfsXMlg/s1600/Sasha%2BAlexander.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620017006240036370" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SM-ut3-TGUo/Tf5PsOiXdhI/AAAAAAAAEEw/JEtDYfsXMlg/s320/Sasha%2BAlexander.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 191px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4Oe324n7vA/Tf5QDw8QRjI/AAAAAAAAEE4/00kkUHVol-8/s1600/Picture%2B28.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620017410612414002" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4Oe324n7vA/Tf5QDw8QRjI/AAAAAAAAEE4/00kkUHVol-8/s320/Picture%2B28.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>4. Or the subtext?<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q_ApbfGhUc/Tf5QK4ugqKI/AAAAAAAAEFA/KRuBOiUCz8M/s1600/Picture%2B10.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620017532961335458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q_ApbfGhUc/Tf5QK4ugqKI/AAAAAAAAEFA/KRuBOiUCz8M/s320/Picture%2B10.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 228px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>5. If that's not enough, there's this:<br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OO4z2covx_8/Tf5Pq2ZUKzI/AAAAAAAAEEg/GoNFHqehT_I/s1600/Rstills.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620016982579751730" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OO4z2covx_8/Tf5Pq2ZUKzI/AAAAAAAAEEg/GoNFHqehT_I/s320/Rstills.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a>More Jane kickin' ass and wieldin' weapons and more Maura in really delicious boots (seriously, we did not get enough boot action in the first season).<br />
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Soooo, summer shows are back and so am I :DMormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-81915167778580674902011-05-20T13:09:00.004-06:002011-05-20T13:25:10.873-06:00What a Fangirl's Dreams Are Made Of...It seems like Maura needs to keep a better eye on her lady...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tybMxomC2RQ/Tda9JMxiiLI/AAAAAAAAEBU/QRB-Mxlau98/s1600/0041.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tybMxomC2RQ/Tda9JMxiiLI/AAAAAAAAEBU/QRB-Mxlau98/s320/0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608878351682013362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nb4mqiIeQ2U/Tda9JmOWygI/AAAAAAAAEBc/hKq33pBTi60/s1600/0042.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nb4mqiIeQ2U/Tda9JmOWygI/AAAAAAAAEBc/hKq33pBTi60/s320/0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608878358513764866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YjlYa_6YEws/Tda9J-c-T1I/AAAAAAAAEBk/ITnqlXiXgmY/s1600/0044.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YjlYa_6YEws/Tda9J-c-T1I/AAAAAAAAEBk/ITnqlXiXgmY/s320/0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608878365017526098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MslLpIKpFA8/Tda9IsVLpJI/AAAAAAAAEBM/bRPangZlYIA/s1600/0033.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MslLpIKpFA8/Tda9IsVLpJI/AAAAAAAAEBM/bRPangZlYIA/s320/0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608878342973138066" border="0" /></a><br />Although, <span style="font-style:italic;">really</span>, it's <del>Laura Roslin</del> <del>Sharon Raydor</del> Mary Frakkin' McDonnell and she is just slammin' hot... so say we all.<br /><br />Related Note: Do you know how excited I am about Mary McDonnell/Captain Raydor's spin-off of <span style="font-style:italic;">The Closer</span>? There was definitely freaking out in public that happened...MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-19486884582036267292011-05-19T15:29:00.001-06:002011-05-19T16:45:42.144-06:00Grey's Double Recap Extravaganza!Can we briefly talk about how terrible of a lesbian I am that it took me over a week to watch the Calzona weddding "White Wedding" episode?<br /><br />Anywho, on to the recapping madness!<br />I have to say that I love, love, LOVE The Colonel. And it all started with...<br /><blockquote>The Colonel: Why is the sperm donor here? I thought tonight was a family dinner.</blockquote>Yeah, yeah, I actually consider Mark to be part of that crazy family, but I think there needs to be more of Callie and Arizona as a couple/parents/family/etc. I really just love the significance of what he said--Callie and Arizona are a valid couple, and he's looking out for his daughter and her interests.<br />So, Mark is giving this great little toast and The Colonel has grumpy on his face because of his feelings about Mark (which is adorable and awesome)...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-coWLmV3nvTU/TdNsng7Nk9I/AAAAAAAAD5E/sunZZas0fPA/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-coWLmV3nvTU/TdNsng7Nk9I/AAAAAAAAD5E/sunZZas0fPA/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607945387115385810" border="0" /></a>...and Callie and Arizona are giving each other eyes. (Note: I love that JCap has amazing hair once again... I've missed it so)<br />Mark: ...the mothers of my child...<br />The Colonel: Oh for God's sake!<br />Me: Hee hee, love you.<br />Callie's Mom's Face: 'Mothers'? This blonde bootch is definitely not a mother.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XSjjp1Do48/TdNsn7brzSI/AAAAAAAAD5M/HD7IozmB5zQ/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XSjjp1Do48/TdNsn7brzSI/AAAAAAAAD5M/HD7IozmB5zQ/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607945394230906146" border="0" /></a><br />Callie: Actually, um, we forgot to say grace.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8_GsuuaxILA/TdNsoHvTMrI/AAAAAAAAD5U/yaeSmOHyBHg/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8_GsuuaxILA/TdNsoHvTMrI/AAAAAAAAD5U/yaeSmOHyBHg/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607945397534405298" border="0" /></a>Arizona: Grace? She passed away thirty years ago...<br /><br />Callie's Pops, pulling the classic straight person move of, "Oh, my second cousin once removed is gay too!" but in a totally adorable and acceptable way: We sat next to a charming young man on the plane today. He said he was going with his partner to march at a parade for pride.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OH_eRkpOPgw/TdNsoX0ZaVI/AAAAAAAAD5c/5_sYBReWBtw/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OH_eRkpOPgw/TdNsoX0ZaVI/AAAAAAAAD5c/5_sYBReWBtw/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607945401850751314" border="0" /></a>Arizona: Yeah... those are... good.<br /><br />And Callie brings out the baby!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9HP7FSx-_i4/TdNsoxfO6vI/AAAAAAAAD5k/WujEngD2mAQ/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9HP7FSx-_i4/TdNsoxfO6vI/AAAAAAAAD5k/WujEngD2mAQ/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607945408741305074" border="0" /></a>Aaaand Callie's mom is too busy eating and disapproving of her daughter's life to hold the baby.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q87OCeOOgzI/TdNvUPV9jHI/AAAAAAAAD5s/-G_YLuXBjao/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q87OCeOOgzI/TdNvUPV9jHI/AAAAAAAAD5s/-G_YLuXBjao/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607948354513112178" border="0" /></a>Okay, I am not mad at Callie's mom at all despite everything that happened in this episode because I do totally get where she's coming from and my parents are a lot like her and like Papa Torres was back in the day. But even my mom would hold my bastard child with two mommies... but then my mother loves babies more than anything and would starve for days on end to be able to hold a baby.<br />This is Callie's "You Don't Want to Hold My Bebe?" face:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wpf-2HiVU6I/TdNvUQTqiVI/AAAAAAAAD50/NOw0fAn-d8c/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wpf-2HiVU6I/TdNvUQTqiVI/AAAAAAAAD50/NOw0fAn-d8c/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607948354771913042" border="0" /></a><br />*I looove Derek and Zola together, especially after I read Shonda's blogpost about Patrick Dempsey's superpower of all babies loving him.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dg7dii0cvuI/TdNvUqdP4bI/AAAAAAAAD58/ER1vzJn_reQ/s1600/10.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dg7dii0cvuI/TdNvUqdP4bI/AAAAAAAAD58/ER1vzJn_reQ/s320/10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607948361791431090" border="0" /></a>This is McDreamy's "My Uterus is Aching for a Baby" face:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1g14rXN2nzo/TdNvVIG_zXI/AAAAAAAAD6E/ZF3us8-NRs8/s1600/11.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1g14rXN2nzo/TdNvVIG_zXI/AAAAAAAAD6E/ZF3us8-NRs8/s320/11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607948369751166322" border="0" /></a><br />*Meanwhile, Arizona is with one of the African kids who is speaking Swahili to her.<br />Arizona's Face: Mmmhmmm, mmhmmm, mmmhmmm...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc1iH66FvRw/TdNvVhbgiWI/AAAAAAAAD6M/hEj7Y9SBQVs/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc1iH66FvRw/TdNvVhbgiWI/AAAAAAAAD6M/hEj7Y9SBQVs/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607948376548084066" border="0" /></a>Arizona's Face: What the crap did he say?<br /><br />*And this is how April deals with patients:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MHcj3v7cKj0/TdNy3qvmSPI/AAAAAAAAD68/MwkE_rxEWUY/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MHcj3v7cKj0/TdNy3qvmSPI/AAAAAAAAD68/MwkE_rxEWUY/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607952261698701554" border="0" /></a><br />*I love how good of sport Callie is being about The Colonel's wedding planning business...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_Kz-JUr0Ec/TdNy35jCglI/AAAAAAAAD7E/boXWCa_uO_c/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_Kz-JUr0Ec/TdNy35jCglI/AAAAAAAAD7E/boXWCa_uO_c/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607952265672557138" border="0" /></a>And more The Colonel's grouchiness towards Mark :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZHKk86JwoI/TdNy4JnqdQI/AAAAAAAAD7M/jGRXhH3kQfw/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LZHKk86JwoI/TdNy4JnqdQI/AAAAAAAAD7M/jGRXhH3kQfw/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607952269986919682" border="0" /></a>(I also loved how Callie's pop said, "But if you call me your father in-law again, I'll knock you out.")<br />Precious:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFrOv_8tEZo/TdNy4dtjzfI/AAAAAAAAD7U/12t40dczpDY/s1600/17.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFrOv_8tEZo/TdNy4dtjzfI/AAAAAAAAD7U/12t40dczpDY/s320/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607952275380358642" border="0" /></a>More Preciousness and Some Looking Into the Camera Action:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QdMjHmkDrfE/TdNy4oWFSrI/AAAAAAAAD7c/-LKcF8RQ93c/s1600/18.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QdMjHmkDrfE/TdNy4oWFSrI/AAAAAAAAD7c/-LKcF8RQ93c/s320/18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607952278234679986" border="0" /></a>And Callie's Mom rejects the baby again...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WGCkuIagVB4/TdN0wtEs1nI/AAAAAAAAD7k/wTa-vE9P3ho/s1600/19.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WGCkuIagVB4/TdN0wtEs1nI/AAAAAAAAD7k/wTa-vE9P3ho/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607954341088253554" border="0" /></a>Seriously, woman? Get over your issues because it's your adorable granddaughter. I can understand pretty much everything but this. It's a cute little baby!<br /><br />Yeah, spending a lot of time with one's parents is... exhausting.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GOxdI9CUdU/TdN0wzQA-9I/AAAAAAAAD7s/F2vDl0mzfuU/s1600/20.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GOxdI9CUdU/TdN0wzQA-9I/AAAAAAAAD7s/F2vDl0mzfuU/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607954342746323922" border="0" /></a>And <a href="http://www.blogger.com/twitter.com/neggett">@neggett</a> requested this little lip-licking action:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kC6UEg-h4rg/TdN0xUT3EbI/AAAAAAAAD70/E9Kmx6EFtHA/s1600/21.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kC6UEg-h4rg/TdN0xUT3EbI/AAAAAAAAD70/E9Kmx6EFtHA/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607954351620821426" border="0" /></a>I was, of course, happy to oblige.<br /><br />Oh for cute:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dSov67qLrUc/TdN0xu6zauI/AAAAAAAAD78/Mk7sjrTsQAI/s1600/22.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dSov67qLrUc/TdN0xu6zauI/AAAAAAAAD78/Mk7sjrTsQAI/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607954358763481826" border="0" /></a><br />*Teddy has been in a little "torn between two lovers and feeling like a fool" sort of situation, but not really...<br />Teddy: It's from Andrew, who is not my boyfriend.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vPcfg9blN7I/TdN0x9kXA-I/AAAAAAAAD8E/Z3DVxFgzorg/s1600/23.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vPcfg9blN7I/TdN0x9kXA-I/AAAAAAAAD8E/Z3DVxFgzorg/s320/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607954362695877602" border="0" /></a>Arizona's Face: Really now?<br /><br />*If I hadn't been on a plane and in public, this scene would have made me cry like a little girl.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MFS1Q2tI9_c/TdN3GxAlPJI/AAAAAAAAD8M/tzR7V5e_tXc/s1600/24.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MFS1Q2tI9_c/TdN3GxAlPJI/AAAAAAAAD8M/tzR7V5e_tXc/s320/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607956919125097618" border="0" /></a>Regardless of how supportive my parents ever are with my sexuality, they will always feel like this. Just hopefully they would at least come to my wedding.<br /><br />And Arizona comforting Callie will always be cute and amazing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRitax3ROgU/TdN3GzUrNcI/AAAAAAAAD8U/RMDawJKA7O8/s1600/25.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRitax3ROgU/TdN3GzUrNcI/AAAAAAAAD8U/RMDawJKA7O8/s320/25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607956919746246082" border="0" /></a><br />*Callie in rollers, asking for something borrowed (hott, right?):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xFCzCYTxzc/TdN3HAki06I/AAAAAAAAD8c/Kaoeoq-E-vo/s1600/26.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xFCzCYTxzc/TdN3HAki06I/AAAAAAAAD8c/Kaoeoq-E-vo/s320/26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607956923302466466" border="0" /></a><br />*Baby Zola is so cute!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-47zDNekZTJg/TdN3Hnc0PgI/AAAAAAAAD8k/YV1cWMXV0K4/s1600/27.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-47zDNekZTJg/TdN3Hnc0PgI/AAAAAAAAD8k/YV1cWMXV0K4/s320/27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607956933739036162" border="0" /></a><br />*If it were at home, I probably would have cried here too:<br />Me: Someone give this woman a hug!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIng-Y--ldM/TdN3IAcnn6I/AAAAAAAAD8s/krYF_99oaLI/s1600/28.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIng-Y--ldM/TdN3IAcnn6I/AAAAAAAAD8s/krYF_99oaLI/s320/28.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607956940449095586" border="0" /></a>Me: Oh yay! Mark is giving her one.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-knBAqXSwjCI/TdN50oGBVBI/AAAAAAAAD80/KVqoD9NCQ9E/s1600/30.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-knBAqXSwjCI/TdN50oGBVBI/AAAAAAAAD80/KVqoD9NCQ9E/s320/30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607959906029229074" border="0" /></a> And Mark looks like a giant and Arizona looks like a pocket person here.<br />Related Note: I love how it was Mark that comforted her because Mark and Arizona's relationship kinda needs it.<br /><br />*The wedding!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bzC_ed-Oi54/TdN502W3mMI/AAAAAAAAD88/z7ikuEye-UQ/s1600/31.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bzC_ed-Oi54/TdN502W3mMI/AAAAAAAAD88/z7ikuEye-UQ/s320/31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607959909857990850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-91moX3yHAGM/TdN51M9z79I/AAAAAAAAD9E/fI9EOXPnra8/s1600/32.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-91moX3yHAGM/TdN51M9z79I/AAAAAAAAD9E/fI9EOXPnra8/s320/32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607959915926908882" border="0" /></a>My first thoughts: Who are all these strangers at their wedding? When do they have time to make friends outside of the hospital? And why aren't there more lezzies, like that "whole circle of lesbian friends" that Arizona supposedly has?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2MsBLXUFB0/TdN51SfsAII/AAAAAAAAD9M/A_RRky5NMKc/s1600/33.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2MsBLXUFB0/TdN51SfsAII/AAAAAAAAD9M/A_RRky5NMKc/s320/33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607959917411172482" border="0" /></a>That is seriously the best screencap there is of Meredith from that scene... I don't know why Ellen Pompeo couldn't make one normal, cute expression during it...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c19ho6h4Obc/TdN51jKQGfI/AAAAAAAAD9U/A1s15PWmhP8/s1600/34.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c19ho6h4Obc/TdN51jKQGfI/AAAAAAAAD9U/A1s15PWmhP8/s320/34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607959921884666354" border="0" /></a>Note the Asian in the background playing the cello... How stereotypical can you get ;)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-rkzbUDCt0/TdN7n7oDbdI/AAAAAAAAD9c/Laybexkcwrk/s1600/35.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-rkzbUDCt0/TdN7n7oDbdI/AAAAAAAAD9c/Laybexkcwrk/s320/35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607961886957202898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMWh2wTn1cw/TdN7n5Qx2PI/AAAAAAAAD9k/5UrATjZqlfw/s1600/36.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMWh2wTn1cw/TdN7n5Qx2PI/AAAAAAAAD9k/5UrATjZqlfw/s320/36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607961886322710770" border="0" /></a>@neggett noted how the dude in the MerDer picture totally looks like he's checkin' out Derek's ass (click the pic to enlarge and see for yourself)<br /><br />I don't know why they didn't announce the couple's first dance like the did for the father/daughter dance...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIj12IPLyyE/TdN7oQcvMkI/AAAAAAAAD9s/fCpa4B2wuZw/s1600/37.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIj12IPLyyE/TdN7oQcvMkI/AAAAAAAAD9s/fCpa4B2wuZw/s320/37.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607961892546884162" border="0" /></a>Maybe because this wasn't so much dancing as it was awkward swaying. And hardly even swaying...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZdG_cQMVZk/TdN7oqThPsI/AAAAAAAAD90/EIhNNwJh_LM/s1600/38.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZdG_cQMVZk/TdN7oqThPsI/AAAAAAAAD90/EIhNNwJh_LM/s320/38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607961899487542978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHuLix4TnV0/TdN7pI8psDI/AAAAAAAAD98/NLhYz4iOaFY/s1600/39.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHuLix4TnV0/TdN7pI8psDI/AAAAAAAAD98/NLhYz4iOaFY/s320/39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607961907713126450" border="0" /></a><br />The most awkward dancing I have seen in awhile:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-927NzzCxWiI/TdN9XFqVtEI/AAAAAAAAD-E/qXYAsk_hBDE/s1600/41.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-927NzzCxWiI/TdN9XFqVtEI/AAAAAAAAD-E/qXYAsk_hBDE/s320/41.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607963796616623170" border="0" /></a><br />First, how gorgey did Sandra Oh look at the wedding/reception with her hair, make-up, etc.?<br />Second, if you watch this scene with no sound, it totally seems like Teddy and Cristina seem like they are having a lovers quarrel.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XsEkVQWaAGQ/TdN9XXVoOjI/AAAAAAAAD-M/iNRIEiBou9A/s1600/42.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XsEkVQWaAGQ/TdN9XXVoOjI/AAAAAAAAD-M/iNRIEiBou9A/s320/42.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607963801361594930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-085X_Qv_Dn4/TdN9Xs4-iUI/AAAAAAAAD-U/wUjszbkfF0Q/s1600/43.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-085X_Qv_Dn4/TdN9Xs4-iUI/AAAAAAAAD-U/wUjszbkfF0Q/s320/43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607963807147002178" border="0" /></a><br />Look! There are lezzie friends in the background!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_UIafr9vtY/TdN9YOjzqkI/AAAAAAAAD-c/Q2HFhmTMSpM/s1600/44.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_UIafr9vtY/TdN9YOjzqkI/AAAAAAAAD-c/Q2HFhmTMSpM/s320/44.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607963816185014850" border="0" /></a><br />Even if Callie's dad hadn't shown up, I'm glad they forget to skip the daddy/daughter dance because...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dEms3F_vmKI/TdN9YWgeUpI/AAAAAAAAD-k/eOsK-k52D1Y/s1600/45.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dEms3F_vmKI/TdN9YWgeUpI/AAAAAAAAD-k/eOsK-k52D1Y/s320/45.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607963818318516882" border="0" /></a>Look at how excited The Colonel is! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K04Ij9jtCYo/TdN_UZtVdzI/AAAAAAAAD-s/h3uwkY_BsFI/s1600/46.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K04Ij9jtCYo/TdN_UZtVdzI/AAAAAAAAD-s/h3uwkY_BsFI/s320/46.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607965949481547570" border="0" /></a> That is beyond precious.<br /><br />But then Callie is sad...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1l792SaYaOs/TdN_UrGXuSI/AAAAAAAAD-0/h9sm-_RlENI/s1600/47.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1l792SaYaOs/TdN_UrGXuSI/AAAAAAAAD-0/h9sm-_RlENI/s320/47.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607965954149955874" border="0" /></a>Luckily, Mark steps in to save the day...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMbtj6qnntM/TdN_U5SazqI/AAAAAAAAD-8/g1eA9oQ7CKI/s1600/48.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMbtj6qnntM/TdN_U5SazqI/AAAAAAAAD-8/g1eA9oQ7CKI/s320/48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607965957958586018" border="0" /></a>Before Papa Torres steps in to <span style="font-style:italic;">really</span> save the day.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l_GFas_xPmM/TdN_VaOqmnI/AAAAAAAAD_M/hCtMmkCB65o/s1600/50.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l_GFas_xPmM/TdN_VaOqmnI/AAAAAAAAD_M/hCtMmkCB65o/s320/50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607965966801214066" border="0" /></a>Baby Zola is still cute.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZcW2qs1ChM/TdN_VPBXIeI/AAAAAAAAD_E/kuo9OUyQSoM/s1600/49.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZcW2qs1ChM/TdN_VPBXIeI/AAAAAAAAD_E/kuo9OUyQSoM/s320/49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607965963792622050" border="0" /></a>But seriously... Meredith, honey, go to the wedding reception because people need to see that you can actually look pretty.<br /><br />In other news, it totally bugs that Callie's wedding topper is the whitest person alive...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbGDCGYlqrY/TdOANWP-ieI/AAAAAAAAD_U/TaAteK7M1rM/s1600/51.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbGDCGYlqrY/TdOANWP-ieI/AAAAAAAAD_U/TaAteK7M1rM/s320/51.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607966927805647330" border="0" /></a><br />The three sets of dads with their daughters also would have totally made me cry if I were at home. I mean, seriously...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VqzR6sRi5FE/TdOANulr6oI/AAAAAAAAD_c/x2Am2FGM850/s1600/52.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VqzR6sRi5FE/TdOANulr6oI/AAAAAAAAD_c/x2Am2FGM850/s320/52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607966934339152514" border="0" /></a>Precious.<br /><br /><br />"I Will Survive" (i.e., just an excuse to post more screencaps of Callie and Arizona)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mOlzijRgVxk/TdV6LNd2qUI/AAAAAAAAD_k/aPkeUDgXusA/s1600/1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mOlzijRgVxk/TdV6LNd2qUI/AAAAAAAAD_k/aPkeUDgXusA/s320/1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608523243971848514" border="0" /></a>Lucy gets a job offer to kick some ass in Los Angeles with a couple of other girls.<br />Wait, Baylor is in Texas... What am I thinking about?<br /><br />*So, MerDer have been trying to adopt little adorable Zola.<br />And Meredith is awkward (what else is new?)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOuSijWKVqA/TdV6LZK611I/AAAAAAAAD_s/hZoeIJJIDZE/s1600/2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOuSijWKVqA/TdV6LZK611I/AAAAAAAAD_s/hZoeIJJIDZE/s320/2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608523247113656146" border="0" /></a>And everyone can see it...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u56H5k70gig/TdV6LjIE8QI/AAAAAAAAD_0/AuAL-Syeqzw/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u56H5k70gig/TdV6LjIE8QI/AAAAAAAAD_0/AuAL-Syeqzw/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608523249786089730" border="0" /></a>How most people are with babies:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3heyse1B4Q/TdV6MEiUMJI/AAAAAAAAD_8/VzBHbt5mZik/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3heyse1B4Q/TdV6MEiUMJI/AAAAAAAAD_8/VzBHbt5mZik/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608523258754510994" border="0" /></a>^^How Meredith and I are with babies: "I don't know what to do with this."<br /><br />*Anywho, earlier in this episode, one of the chicks from Africa started to have issues with her secret pregnancy so the team took her to surgery. And they find THIS:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGeiQz-N1kE/TdV6MVEJvCI/AAAAAAAAEAE/IQQpUc56qKs/s1600/5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGeiQz-N1kE/TdV6MVEJvCI/AAAAAAAAEAE/IQQpUc56qKs/s320/5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608523263191399458" border="0" /></a>Arizona: What's he doing here?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pN1p7AgW4jg/TdV-IbyNKmI/AAAAAAAAEAM/YGbscyYEzrw/s1600/6.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pN1p7AgW4jg/TdV-IbyNKmI/AAAAAAAAEAM/YGbscyYEzrw/s320/6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608527594322209378" border="0" /></a>@neggett: I don't know, Arizona, what is he doing there? Why don't you ask him?<br /><br />*Callie is finally back at the hospital kicking ass and breaking bones. But...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O9-mTzXMKn0/TdV-IxhgwXI/AAAAAAAAEAU/rSJn7jym6YE/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O9-mTzXMKn0/TdV-IxhgwXI/AAAAAAAAEAU/rSJn7jym6YE/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608527600157770098" border="0" /></a>"Oh. Wait. What's that I hear? Oh, the baby's crying..." We can't go break bones.<br /><br />Look how cute!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9sZCreTXdDk/TdV-JIGyQlI/AAAAAAAAEAc/p0NSzS3vCOI/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9sZCreTXdDk/TdV-JIGyQlI/AAAAAAAAEAc/p0NSzS3vCOI/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608527606219686482" border="0" /></a>And I love, love, LOVE Callie biting at Baby's foot. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2A9Utroq-Q/TdV-JWjGq-I/AAAAAAAAEAk/AwGW85i85eM/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2A9Utroq-Q/TdV-JWjGq-I/AAAAAAAAEAk/AwGW85i85eM/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608527610096561122" border="0" /></a>My mother totally does that too.<br /><br />*Meanwhile... Cristina is taking a little lookie-loo in a patient's lung and what does she find...?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71tqy5PxCts/TdV-JfdREPI/AAAAAAAAEAs/tb5dVeIdJ2I/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71tqy5PxCts/TdV-JfdREPI/AAAAAAAAEAs/tb5dVeIdJ2I/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608527612487995634" border="0" /></a>Baby in the intestines!!!<br /><br />*In other news, Arizona told Karev that he should consider going to Africa.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnUevY_hrXM/TdWBalg6aYI/AAAAAAAAEA0/r4CzrSanFk0/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnUevY_hrXM/TdWBalg6aYI/AAAAAAAAEA0/r4CzrSanFk0/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608531204706560386" border="0" /></a>Now she's telling him that if he loves Lucy, he should stay and not pull an Arizona...<br /><br />*Callie and Arizona come to collect their child...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N2MxRKYZjBo/TdWBbBct9sI/AAAAAAAAEA8/KyAIj2X_lF4/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N2MxRKYZjBo/TdWBbBct9sI/AAAAAAAAEA8/KyAIj2X_lF4/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608531212205160130" border="0" /></a>And Arizona has slammin' hott boots...<br />But then the saddest thing in the world happens--Callie and Mark go off with Arizona trailing behind...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Qm-yxzeKh8/TdWBbXCPmoI/AAAAAAAAEBE/Hc3XQ_OCqsM/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Qm-yxzeKh8/TdWBbXCPmoI/AAAAAAAAEBE/Hc3XQ_OCqsM/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608531217999698562" border="0" /></a>...but she's still wearing those slammin' hott boots.<br /><br /><br />In Other News: Grey's Anatomy finale TONIGHTMormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-59950681319603278652011-05-07T16:53:00.000-06:002011-05-07T17:57:36.565-06:00No Pants, No ProblemI hate wearing pants. If you follow me on Twitter or know me in real human life, you know about my affinity for pantslessness. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Example: </span><br />Friend (on the phone): Do you want to go see a movie?<br />Me: Sure.<br />Friend: Okay, put on some pants and come over to my place.<br />Me: Shoot, you don't know me...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Example:</span><br />Freshman year of university, I rarely wore pants in my dorm (and my roommate often went without a shirt). <br />And this happened:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0nYyTv7k8I/TcXZ_NB0GwI/AAAAAAAAD4c/kxEBFRQH_eY/s1600/ML.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0nYyTv7k8I/TcXZ_NB0GwI/AAAAAAAAD4c/kxEBFRQH_eY/s320/ML.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604124991184706306" border="0" /></a>(Clarification: I was actually wearing basketball shorts that had crawled up my legs and are hidden beneath HewlittJackman [my laptop]. Sooo, I'm not <span style="font-style:italic;">really</span> pantsless.)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Example:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-d_iO5muoY/TcXZ_JkagaI/AAAAAAAAD4U/3_a-X8di8_s/s1600/ML%2B2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 51px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-d_iO5muoY/TcXZ_JkagaI/AAAAAAAAD4U/3_a-X8di8_s/s320/ML%2B2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604124990256087458" border="0" /></a><br />Anywho, I decided to do a post about pretty ladies pantsless :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Angie Harmon</span><br /></div>Who doesn't love this pic of Angie?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZvsa0QV6Io/TcXZcM7V2AI/AAAAAAAAD3s/r28j1cYX8cs/s1600/Angie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZvsa0QV6Io/TcXZcM7V2AI/AAAAAAAAD3s/r28j1cYX8cs/s320/Angie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604124389862135810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Elisha Cuthbert<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gF67N2DP5cE/TcXZ-tPsBiI/AAAAAAAAD4E/vU3krIkEzjI/s1600/Elisha%2BCuthbert.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gF67N2DP5cE/TcXZ-tPsBiI/AAAAAAAAD4E/vU3krIkEzjI/s320/Elisha%2BCuthbert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604124982652962338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">January Jones</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKnYe0uJMg0/TcXZ-0NRDqI/AAAAAAAAD4M/XYkUjodRs24/s1600/January%2BJones.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKnYe0uJMg0/TcXZ-0NRDqI/AAAAAAAAD4M/XYkUjodRs24/s320/January%2BJones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604124984521854626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yvonne Strahovski</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q5CbeR9CbFA/TcXaYBZSM4I/AAAAAAAAD48/bitKITu1QXk/s1600/Yvonne%2BStrahovski.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q5CbeR9CbFA/TcXaYBZSM4I/AAAAAAAAD48/bitKITu1QXk/s320/Yvonne%2BStrahovski.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604125417558651778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sarah Shahi</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1XricffFUk/TcXaXwHh5UI/AAAAAAAAD40/DQ9Y377UVzw/s1600/Shahi%2B1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1XricffFUk/TcXaXwHh5UI/AAAAAAAAD40/DQ9Y377UVzw/s320/Shahi%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604125412920780098" border="0" /></a>(I'm sure <a href="http://whatarchnemesis.blogspot.com/">my husband</a> will once again make a snarky comment about how the words "Me in My Place" are pretty much on her ass, hee hee)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alessandra Ambrosio</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPeYrhURDZE/TcXZbYpIysI/AAAAAAAAD3c/feljxJBEyjU/s1600/Ale.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPeYrhURDZE/TcXZbYpIysI/AAAAAAAAD3c/feljxJBEyjU/s320/Ale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604124375827139266" border="0" /></a>Yeah, she's my favorite Victoria Secret Angel for a reason...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Dana Delany<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcBSlfTGlb0/TcXZcUKFObI/AAAAAAAAD38/pX-SoSyCgZ8/s1600/Dana%2BDelany.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcBSlfTGlb0/TcXZcUKFObI/AAAAAAAAD38/pX-SoSyCgZ8/s320/Dana%2BDelany.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604124391803009458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amber Heard</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eslUNp8kdXU/TcXZbs5T22I/AAAAAAAAD3k/kheQKkRVhGk/s1600/Amber%2BHeard%2B2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eslUNp8kdXU/TcXZbs5T22I/AAAAAAAAD3k/kheQKkRVhGk/s320/Amber%2BHeard%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604124381263682402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ashley Greene</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_7Qz3wDz9n0/TcXZcDVdlSI/AAAAAAAAD30/eRWagY453Dw/s1600/Ashley%2BGreene.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_7Qz3wDz9n0/TcXZcDVdlSI/AAAAAAAAD30/eRWagY453Dw/s320/Ashley%2BGreene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604124387287340322" border="0" /></a>I can totally forgive her for being in those <span style="font-style: italic;">Twilight</span> movies...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sasha Alexander</span><br /></div>This was in <a href="http://mormonlesbian.blogspot.com/2010/11/kate-todd-minimum-security.html">my one NCIS post</a>, but Sasha+no pants+gun=always approve<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DxjG3-ReDs/TcXaX7aqn6I/AAAAAAAAD4s/iLbw5k-2MdU/s1600/Sasha.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DxjG3-ReDs/TcXaX7aqn6I/AAAAAAAAD4s/iLbw5k-2MdU/s320/Sasha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604125415953833890" border="0" /></a>And I don't know if everyone caught this tweet:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g82SmJTRawk/TcXZ_SlMw1I/AAAAAAAAD4k/R0tcCtn1F_Y/s1600/Sasha%2B2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g82SmJTRawk/TcXZ_SlMw1I/AAAAAAAAD4k/R0tcCtn1F_Y/s320/Sasha%2B2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604124992675300178" border="0" /></a><br />Sure, it made sense in context, but still... ... :)MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-47814809397178839032011-05-04T21:03:00.000-06:002011-05-04T22:03:16.563-06:00Greycap: It's a Long Way Back<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GrWq7r3q7EQ/TcH-1NC-s6I/AAAAAAAADyc/1R1MwP7t48k/s1600/1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GrWq7r3q7EQ/TcH-1NC-s6I/AAAAAAAADyc/1R1MwP7t48k/s320/1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603039601414288290" border="0" /></a>No, I don't think she's cute. Why? Because she's a little rubber fake baby. BUT the teeny tiny hat and teeny tiny eyeshades are super cute.<br />*Here I had my Toy Story moment:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AaL6PQoZUo0/TcH-1UgHs8I/AAAAAAAADyk/w58hNvRcANI/s1600/2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AaL6PQoZUo0/TcH-1UgHs8I/AAAAAAAADyk/w58hNvRcANI/s320/2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603039603415561154" border="0" /></a>Me: The claw!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PpUhBX-DNWU/TcH-15b8LMI/AAAAAAAADys/MJubmpBe-SA/s1600/2a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PpUhBX-DNWU/TcH-15b8LMI/AAAAAAAADys/MJubmpBe-SA/s320/2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603039613330140354" border="0" /></a><br />Me: That's an interesting face...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2C3Ql_m1Gls/TcH-2LWnWEI/AAAAAAAADy0/E9Cj8eb8T9k/s1600/3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2C3Ql_m1Gls/TcH-2LWnWEI/AAAAAAAADy0/E9Cj8eb8T9k/s320/3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603039618139641922" border="0" /></a>Me: Oh! And that's... That's also an interesting face that we shouldn't make again.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GD1y2MfNEOs/TcH-2fuAi6I/AAAAAAAADy8/UPSl0Y4YX-I/s1600/4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GD1y2MfNEOs/TcH-2fuAi6I/AAAAAAAADy8/UPSl0Y4YX-I/s320/4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603039623606471586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q5RAxlYIWps/TcIBEMkZCII/AAAAAAAADzE/lexxT_sbudw/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q5RAxlYIWps/TcIBEMkZCII/AAAAAAAADzE/lexxT_sbudw/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603042058007283842" border="0" /></a>We are super happy about Callie moving her hand about.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZETryvR2C4/TcIBEHI5qkI/AAAAAAAADzM/uDwW3voQG1k/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZETryvR2C4/TcIBEHI5qkI/AAAAAAAADzM/uDwW3voQG1k/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603042056549804610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4ZZ6I8b8ao/TcIBEcRi_9I/AAAAAAAADzU/Otw2CxVamh0/s1600/7.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4ZZ6I8b8ao/TcIBEcRi_9I/AAAAAAAADzU/Otw2CxVamh0/s320/7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603042062223212498" border="0" /></a>Oh Lordy, Did that just happen... weird.<br /><br />Arizona: Hey, you're awesome!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eozduc93MrI/TcIBE8iJkeI/AAAAAAAADzc/sGiRZEfM1XM/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eozduc93MrI/TcIBE8iJkeI/AAAAAAAADzc/sGiRZEfM1XM/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603042070882783714" border="0" /></a>Mark: Look, Baby is doing stuff!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2bPUx56Oxk/TcIBFHGmSyI/AAAAAAAADzk/bFfRYTNQ2cI/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2bPUx56Oxk/TcIBFHGmSyI/AAAAAAAADzk/bFfRYTNQ2cI/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603042073720015650" border="0" /></a>Callie: Good girl!<br />Me: Wait... Is this a dog now?<br /><br />Callie wants to go look and love at her baby, but she can't.<br />Cristina: Are you giving me the finger?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aOS2E9XL8Wk/TcIDGeLtUcI/AAAAAAAADzs/PLUNO7zj4WY/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aOS2E9XL8Wk/TcIDGeLtUcI/AAAAAAAADzs/PLUNO7zj4WY/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603044296118587842" border="0" /></a>Callie: Yes, I am.<br />Cristina: Good job.<br /><br />*Arizona and Karev are looking at some scans of a kid that is really effed up. Karev wants in on the surgery.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6DPoeHAxzY/TcIDGgWQrDI/AAAAAAAADz0/gzMKcrpVdc8/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L6DPoeHAxzY/TcIDGgWQrDI/AAAAAAAADz0/gzMKcrpVdc8/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603044296699718706" border="0" /></a>Arizona: If you can get us to Africa...<br />Finally! <a href="twitter.com/neggett">@neggett</a> and I have been waiting forever for them to mention Africa, you know that place Arizona is supposed to be (obviously I mean Arizona the doctor, not Arizona the state...)<br /><br />*Cristina: She's mostly tubes and wires. And she looks more like a chicken than a baby. Like a featherless, beakless chicken. You wanna wait till she's cuter.<br />Callie: You are the worst godmother ever.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gm3oNQJF5aI/TcIDG6owYMI/AAAAAAAADz8/xp8Qdad3K0o/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gm3oNQJF5aI/TcIDG6owYMI/AAAAAAAADz8/xp8Qdad3K0o/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603044303756615874" border="0" /></a>Cristina: You picked me!<br />(I actually thought she looked like a just whelped puppy, just uglier)<br /><br />But Cristina is a kickass godmother because she gets the team to kidnap Callie and sneak her over to visit Sofia.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zdHBbuiSIXQ/TcIDHB7FwRI/AAAAAAAAD0E/W3QgkHoiiRc/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zdHBbuiSIXQ/TcIDHB7FwRI/AAAAAAAAD0E/W3QgkHoiiRc/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603044305712562450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rl7jSi6pIKU/TcIDHVqMGrI/AAAAAAAAD0M/A8CXLRFYiXw/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rl7jSi6pIKU/TcIDHVqMGrI/AAAAAAAAD0M/A8CXLRFYiXw/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603044311010384562" border="0" /></a>Callie to Sofia: I'm a little messed up too.<br />Me: Bright Side is at least you aren't made of rubber...<br /><br />*Fast forward a bit...<br />Callie is being a total pain in the ass in PT.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUeOzZGvVH4/TcIJVxGwBAI/AAAAAAAAD0U/sqdhFdmpyIY/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUeOzZGvVH4/TcIJVxGwBAI/AAAAAAAAD0U/sqdhFdmpyIY/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603051155965871106" border="0" /></a>And she's freaking out all over the place...<br /><br />Callie: I can't hold the baby!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fiyfBI7CCXY/TcIJWN2nfiI/AAAAAAAAD0c/s2ibB7NARBY/s1600/18.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fiyfBI7CCXY/TcIJWN2nfiI/AAAAAAAAD0c/s2ibB7NARBY/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603051163682831906" border="0" /></a>Arizona: I'm sorry.<br />Callie: Then bring me those balls, please.<br />Me: Isn't that how all this shenanigans started in the first place?<br /><br />*In other news, Karev has been working to bring the African kids over to SGMW and is presenting his ideas to The Biscuit.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1qBAP-rWfw/TcIJWhtk-nI/AAAAAAAAD0k/7CRRNditMLk/s1600/20.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1qBAP-rWfw/TcIJWhtk-nI/AAAAAAAAD0k/7CRRNditMLk/s320/20.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603051169013627506" border="0" /></a>Yeah, all this disorganization is why April should be Chief Resident...<br /><br />*In even more news, Baby Sofia needs surgery. And The Biscuit is going to let Arizona watch him in the O.R., which is pretty solid.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_8kL1G1lnuc/TcIJXJ9JJkI/AAAAAAAAD0s/n-u6_u0_j4Y/s1600/21.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_8kL1G1lnuc/TcIJXJ9JJkI/AAAAAAAAD0s/n-u6_u0_j4Y/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603051179816330818" border="0" /></a>And April is ready to mount him right then and there...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSHAY_boxYM/TcIJXdeRe2I/AAAAAAAAD00/Gg1EO6aMKEI/s1600/22.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSHAY_boxYM/TcIJXdeRe2I/AAAAAAAAD00/Gg1EO6aMKEI/s320/22.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603051185055562594" border="0" /></a>*Fast forward again...<br />Callie is carting Cristina around.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGoQUP6mJmM/TcIPcyITVBI/AAAAAAAAD08/K-2Pr6OJfTY/s1600/22a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HGoQUP6mJmM/TcIPcyITVBI/AAAAAAAAD08/K-2Pr6OJfTY/s320/22a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603057873569666066" border="0" /></a>Meredith asks what's up with that.<br />Callie: Cristina is my bitch.<br />But really, Cristina is the one that won, being carted about. And she adapts to it nicely:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ywA0aPxfP7g/TcIPdDpgjEI/AAAAAAAAD1E/Bjb1_3N3hvM/s1600/23.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ywA0aPxfP7g/TcIPdDpgjEI/AAAAAAAAD1E/Bjb1_3N3hvM/s320/23.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603057878272347202" border="0" /></a>Precious. Meredith is all snuggled up next to her.<br />And then Momma Arizona has to ruin the fun. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HsqtJg87gOM/TcIPdcY43MI/AAAAAAAAD1M/S_AAehbRf44/s1600/24.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HsqtJg87gOM/TcIPdcY43MI/AAAAAAAAD1M/S_AAehbRf44/s320/24.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603057884913523906" border="0" /></a>Arizona: Hey! Everybody.Off.Now.<br />Seriously, she's all ready to start yelling at kids.<br /><br />Yeah, Callie's been pushing herself too hard. She really needed Sassy Gay Friend to say, "What, what, what are you doing?"<br />But no, she's a stupid bitch that starts bleeding all over the place.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fO9RVjErgw/TcIPdtLP1AI/AAAAAAAAD1U/lOuOa6X7Xes/s1600/25.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fO9RVjErgw/TcIPdtLP1AI/AAAAAAAAD1U/lOuOa6X7Xes/s320/25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603057889419711490" border="0" /></a>...and collapses...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tlXQ0iFU-KU/TcIPd20G74I/AAAAAAAAD1c/DTuS5Ds3UA8/s1600/27.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tlXQ0iFU-KU/TcIPd20G74I/AAAAAAAAD1c/DTuS5Ds3UA8/s320/27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603057892007014274" border="0" /></a>*Back to Karev... He's trying to get the mom from <span style="font-style: italic;">Everybody Loves Raymond </span>to give him money for the African kids.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_cDB5Iiftvo/TcITGBWwX-I/AAAAAAAAD1k/dwkpN3_kQaI/s1600/28.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_cDB5Iiftvo/TcITGBWwX-I/AAAAAAAAD1k/dwkpN3_kQaI/s320/28.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603061880566341602" border="0" /></a>Yeah, honey, you aren't gonna get any money making that face...<br /><br />*So, Sloan was hanging out in Callie's surgery and Arizona was in Baby Sofia's and the two chatted away on their cell phones. Things weren't going so well with Baby Sofia so Arizona needed to take a moment.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLAZZ8b0aH4/TcITGolyRDI/AAAAAAAAD1s/WGQDErL4aiM/s1600/29.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLAZZ8b0aH4/TcITGolyRDI/AAAAAAAAD1s/WGQDErL4aiM/s320/29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603061891098362930" border="0" /></a>But don't be cry, Arizona...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1O4BT-ofiBk/TcITHG5tzpI/AAAAAAAAD10/hMTsDjLcpcI/s1600/31.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1O4BT-ofiBk/TcITHG5tzpI/AAAAAAAAD10/hMTsDjLcpcI/s320/31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603061899235020434" border="0" /></a>Everything's okay :)<br /><br />*Fast forward again...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyAQikyqyq0/TcITIIXUYxI/AAAAAAAAD18/joS0IskA5tw/s1600/33.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyAQikyqyq0/TcITIIXUYxI/AAAAAAAAD18/joS0IskA5tw/s320/33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603061916807488274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0SClqCyMcs/TcITIkD5IeI/AAAAAAAAD2E/EOqJpjyN_jU/s1600/34.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0SClqCyMcs/TcITIkD5IeI/AAAAAAAAD2E/EOqJpjyN_jU/s320/34.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603061924242203106" border="0" /></a>Okay, seriously, that is the look crazy women get before they run off and steal a baby...<br /><br />*So, the stone's rolling on Karev's "Bringing the African Children to Seattle Grace Mercy West So I Can Win Chief Resident" Plan (wordy, yes). <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A24h5wxHJcE/TcIZfd6Gr1I/AAAAAAAAD2M/ofwj1LyrSg0/s1600/35.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A24h5wxHJcE/TcIZfd6Gr1I/AAAAAAAAD2M/ofwj1LyrSg0/s320/35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603068914797293394" border="0" /></a> Arizona is super excited. Super.<br />And, what a surprise, Karev got a check from the cranky lady, saving his ass.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVIDLKzD9LU/TcIZfpx47sI/AAAAAAAAD2U/QTIWBCm45wA/s1600/38.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVIDLKzD9LU/TcIZfpx47sI/AAAAAAAAD2U/QTIWBCm45wA/s320/38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603068917984063170" border="0" /></a>I just added these screencaps so you can laugh at the top right...<br /><br />*The mothers lookin' at the baby :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFyQdu9_uIY/TcIZf4XsrII/AAAAAAAAD2c/T5uFI_N4Ypo/s1600/39.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFyQdu9_uIY/TcIZf4XsrII/AAAAAAAAD2c/T5uFI_N4Ypo/s320/39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603068921900739714" border="0" /></a>The Biscuit says they can take Baby Sofia home as long as she can sit in her carrier for awhile. Arizona and Sloan are happy because their baby is gonna dominate at sitting.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B089Q3-HzEY/TcIZgJ9YGVI/AAAAAAAAD2k/oadcOYWzx2U/s1600/40.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B089Q3-HzEY/TcIZgJ9YGVI/AAAAAAAAD2k/oadcOYWzx2U/s320/40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603068926622177618" border="0" /></a>Okay, I advise you to click on these screencaps and look at the last one... Isn't Arizona the most adorable human being ever?!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMsr4HEdrOw/TcIZgFWe2xI/AAAAAAAAD2s/HEOT5NV-BN0/s1600/41.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMsr4HEdrOw/TcIZgFWe2xI/AAAAAAAAD2s/HEOT5NV-BN0/s320/41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603068925385300754" border="0" /></a>*So, this whole episode, Teddy has been cute and hanging out with Scott Foley, leading him on... but no... Therapist Dude had to roll back into town, leaving Scott Foley sad and alone.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QZnjvt2N_E/TcIcfwycNlI/AAAAAAAAD20/qbXsHYEEu0A/s1600/43.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QZnjvt2N_E/TcIcfwycNlI/AAAAAAAAD20/qbXsHYEEu0A/s320/43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603072218400306770" border="0" /></a>Maybe he'll grow a really long beard in a short amount of time... If you don't get that, go watch <span style="font-style: italic;">Scrubs</span>.<br /><br />*Baby Sofia gets to go home!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o7cLdO5WACw/TcIcgQ2VIJI/AAAAAAAAD28/jVd7PdjT1WQ/s1600/44.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o7cLdO5WACw/TcIcgQ2VIJI/AAAAAAAAD28/jVd7PdjT1WQ/s320/44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603072227006554258" border="0" /></a>And Callie is not excited...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NX0Upch6kx4/TcIcgifJ24I/AAAAAAAAD3E/CGXmyeKSIPI/s1600/45.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NX0Upch6kx4/TcIcgifJ24I/AAAAAAAAD3E/CGXmyeKSIPI/s320/45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603072231741184898" border="0" /></a>Arizona's Face: Ruh-roh!<br />She's stressed out about taking the baby home and so Bailey does what she does. She tells her that she's just freaking out because she's a mom now and that's normal.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7OVsWL7qqw/TcIcg2DquqI/AAAAAAAAD3M/MrWeDtewhVE/s1600/46.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7OVsWL7qqw/TcIcg2DquqI/AAAAAAAAD3M/MrWeDtewhVE/s320/46.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603072236994607778" border="0" /></a>Moral of the Episode: Squirrels are after yo' baby.<br />*Aaaand YAY the whole family is going home :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_7KdQs2B7E/TcIchKSI7dI/AAAAAAAAD3U/4-Uv0L0F2jI/s1600/48.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_7KdQs2B7E/TcIchKSI7dI/AAAAAAAAD3U/4-Uv0L0F2jI/s320/48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603072242424016338" border="0" /></a>(Also, Arizona is rockin' some hott boots)<br /><br />In other Grey's news, Calzona wedding!!!<br /><br />In other blog news, I have a hott post planned that will be up... someday soon :)MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-15345366480451897872011-04-20T01:42:00.000-06:002011-04-20T01:47:19.746-06:00Boston Strangler Redux: Favorite ScenesRemember that one time two postless weeks passed by? I won't bore you with my excuses of what I've been "busy" doing, BUT I was fairly busy.<br /><br />So, my favorite scene from BSR is NOT a Rizzles scene, but it <span>is</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">the</span> moment I fell truly, madly, deeply in love with Rizzoli & Isles.<br /><br />Remember that one time Maura went on that date with the dude with Marfan?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S9mqoyZFWWI/Ta6KrUKYXhI/AAAAAAAADw8/Vp-N5e5ZZKg/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S9mqoyZFWWI/Ta6KrUKYXhI/AAAAAAAADw8/Vp-N5e5ZZKg/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597563863619362322" border="0" /></a>Oh! You mean the BEST.SCENE.EVER?<br />Why I Love the Scene: I love Marfan. That is the weirdest sentence, yes, but it's true. And yes, I'm a nerd. In my 7th grade Science class, we watched a documentary on Marfan and I just thought it was so fascinating. All I remember from the documentary was that they accused Abe Lincoln of having Marfan. They also showed some Asians who had Marfan and I shouted, "That's my cousin!" It wasn't really my cousin, but don't all Asians look alike? And then the documentary showed some weird arm flexibility things that people with Marfan can do, which I could/can also do, so then people thought I had Marfan (which I totally don't). So, that's why I love Marfan and why this scene was particularly frantastic to me.<br /><br />Anywho! Maura was just being fascinating and an utter delight on her date.<br />Then, her date asked her if there is anything that she doesn't know.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJNI1x3KdTQ/Ta6KroUHreI/AAAAAAAADxE/l1BoydAmUDA/s1600/2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qJNI1x3KdTQ/Ta6KroUHreI/AAAAAAAADxE/l1BoydAmUDA/s320/2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597563869028920802" border="0" /></a>Yeah, she doesn't exactly answer that question and, instead, just spouts more crap that she does know.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HhJa1JqaEzM/Ta6Kr5zHyLI/AAAAAAAADxM/YUN5vGp75ic/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HhJa1JqaEzM/Ta6Kr5zHyLI/AAAAAAAADxM/YUN5vGp75ic/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597563873722353842" border="0" /></a>This is also what I love about this scene. This is me on a date. I am this awkward.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Example 1:</span></span><br />Boy: *reading the ingredient list on a food product* What is any of this stuff anyway? Soy l-l-lecithin (totally butchering the pronunciation)...?<br />Me: Oh, soy lecithin? It's just an emulsifier.<br />Boy: *blank look* What's an emulsifier?<br />And, like Maura, I knew that the boy <span>really</span> didn't care about what I was talking about so I stopped myself from explaining (it would have been a pisspoor explanation anyway)...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mI6h9Q4Mrs/Ta6KsBEfdMI/AAAAAAAADxU/sziIVAYw-GQ/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mI6h9Q4Mrs/Ta6KsBEfdMI/AAAAAAAADxU/sziIVAYw-GQ/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597563875674256578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Example 2:</span></span><br />I have told a joke about dairy companies bragging about the omega-3 added to their "fat-free" milk and how ridiculous that is. (I know this is totally acceptable within the FDA guidelines, but I still think it's ridiculous...)<br />Side Note: I know what you're thinking. And no, I'm not <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> this boring. Just sometimes...<br /><br />So, yes, I've totally gotten this look:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZyhxPZvv8g/Ta6KsBcH35I/AAAAAAAADxc/UD_EURvrf5s/s1600/5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZyhxPZvv8g/Ta6KsBcH35I/AAAAAAAADxc/UD_EURvrf5s/s320/5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597563875773374354" border="0" /></a>Anywho, Maura and Marfan Man kiss.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DT1_yGnhOZU/Ta6Ll28syGI/AAAAAAAADxs/kV6ykeiIvJk/s1600/7.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DT1_yGnhOZU/Ta6Ll28syGI/AAAAAAAADxs/kV6ykeiIvJk/s320/7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597564869389633634" border="0" /></a>This is not them kissing, but no one wants to see that...<br />Moral of the Scene: Boys, don't kiss Maura or you will get Marfan (or go to jail [see Garrett Fairfield])<br /><br />Maura is going on about Marfan Man's weird body issues.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lL5gag-wp6A/Ta6LlfBYCKI/AAAAAAAADxk/Oo2VrlYwP_8/s1600/6.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lL5gag-wp6A/Ta6LlfBYCKI/AAAAAAAADxk/Oo2VrlYwP_8/s320/6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597564862966794402" border="0" /></a>Me/Maura: Marfan!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPBXk1a0T0s/Ta6LmOvKUqI/AAAAAAAADx0/CNL_00QW-Uc/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPBXk1a0T0s/Ta6LmOvKUqI/AAAAAAAADx0/CNL_00QW-Uc/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597564875775300258" border="0" /></a>Side Note: I also shouted "Marfan!" during the episode where Burke/Cristina go on a dinner date and there is dude that has heart issues and Marfan. And even though no one was there to witness it either time, I totally did the Meredith "diagnosing the tumor" victory arms bit:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wW3f3Rdva3k/Ta6MrdNk_oI/AAAAAAAADyU/SFh_qrS5LJ8/s1600/Mer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wW3f3Rdva3k/Ta6MrdNk_oI/AAAAAAAADyU/SFh_qrS5LJ8/s320/Mer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597566065071947394" border="0" /></a><br />Maura: It explains the dolichostenomelia.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YdWS7BJlO7Y/Ta6LmVjZjQI/AAAAAAAADx8/TywODAJ0i9c/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YdWS7BJlO7Y/Ta6LmVjZjQI/AAAAAAAADx8/TywODAJ0i9c/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597564877605014786" border="0" /></a>I then spelled "Dolichostenomelia" aloud because spelling that word in my 7th grade Science class got me a dollar and a few extra credit points :) (dude, I told you I was a nerd...)<br /><br />Maura: Yeah, you're gonna die.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYz_CwVzcY4/Ta6LmqXYfQI/AAAAAAAADyE/svvoPsMeb80/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYz_CwVzcY4/Ta6LmqXYfQI/AAAAAAAADyE/svvoPsMeb80/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597564883191758082" border="0" /></a>Dude: *books it out of there*<br />Me: Shoot, you aren't dying right now! What kind of idiot would leave a woman that looks like this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBmcmlTj44w/Ta6MrD2bq_I/AAAAAAAADyM/HHtwSUx8SFM/s1600/11.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBmcmlTj44w/Ta6MrD2bq_I/AAAAAAAADyM/HHtwSUx8SFM/s320/11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597566058263981042" border="0" /></a>on a dinner date? I don't care if your heart is failing right then and there, you buck up and push on through!<br /><br /><br />What's your favorite scene from "Boston Strangler Redux"? And don't be like @neggett and ignore the second half of that question and talk about your favorite scene from all of R&I because I will laugh at you :)<br />Related Note: Nikki, you are awesome and I love you :D hahaMormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-810703949824531292011-04-03T06:17:00.005-06:002011-04-03T06:40:43.487-06:00Sunday Post!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Monday, April 4</span><br /></div>*Cote de Pablo will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">The Talk</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh2IivbCW1Y/TZhooopH01I/AAAAAAAADvU/Ogvk5meY5is/s1600/Cote.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh2IivbCW1Y/TZhooopH01I/AAAAAAAADvU/Ogvk5meY5is/s320/Cote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591333984694424402" border="0" /></a>*Dana Freakin' Delany will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">Jimmy Kimmel</span>. In her last <span style="font-style: italic;">Kimmel</span> interview, she talked about using homemade whipped cream for... fun...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyXwSoa9PtY/TZhopMQTlZI/AAAAAAAADvk/AoJTxzGnDEk/s1600/Dana%2BDelany.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyXwSoa9PtY/TZhopMQTlZI/AAAAAAAADvk/AoJTxzGnDEk/s320/Dana%2BDelany.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591333994254013842" border="0" /></a>On Tuesday, April 5, she'll be on <span style="font-style: italic;">The Talk</span> and on <span style="font-style: italic;">Tavis Smiley.</span> Obviously she'll be promoting her new show, <span style="font-style: italic;">Body of Proof</span>, which I think is decent. And she's so gorgey in it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KZgq68N9uP4/TZhoo8_-uLI/AAAAAAAADvc/2OMwZf1S5CQ/s1600/Dana%2BDelany%2B2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KZgq68N9uP4/TZhoo8_-uLI/AAAAAAAADvc/2OMwZf1S5CQ/s320/Dana%2BDelany%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591333990159005874" border="0" /></a>Plus, there was a little lezzie subtext between her and Jeri Ryan's character.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_1Cd_5degg8/TZhpPLFERwI/AAAAAAAADwU/b5OF7Ff1cKU/s1600/Picture%2B47.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_1Cd_5degg8/TZhpPLFERwI/AAAAAAAADwU/b5OF7Ff1cKU/s320/Picture%2B47.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591334646773466882" border="0" /></a>Jeri Ryan: I will deal with Dr. Hunt (Dana Delany) in my own way.<br />Me: I’m sure you will *wink*<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tuesday, April 5</span><br /></div>*Barbara Eden will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">Regis & Kelly</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sokiieo5tmE/TZhoosqFLzI/AAAAAAAADvM/AOkTBSAAUzE/s1600/Barbara%2BEden.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sokiieo5tmE/TZhoosqFLzI/AAAAAAAADvM/AOkTBSAAUzE/s320/Barbara%2BEden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591333985772187442" border="0" /></a>*Eva Longoria will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">The View</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--I0uDkLtEjU/TZhpOgqHT_I/AAAAAAAADwE/4U6FEaCqaaw/s1600/Eva%2BLongoria.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--I0uDkLtEjU/TZhpOgqHT_I/AAAAAAAADwE/4U6FEaCqaaw/s320/Eva%2BLongoria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591334635386130418" border="0" /></a>And on Wednesday, she'll be on <span style="font-style: italic;">Letterman</span>. Apparently she has a pretty decent cookbook coming out.<br />*Sophia Bush will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">Craig Ferguson.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3LzFXjKOMr4/TZhp2GrbrNI/AAAAAAAADws/IqS-3cphdSY/s1600/Sophia%2BBush.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3LzFXjKOMr4/TZhp2GrbrNI/AAAAAAAADws/IqS-3cphdSY/s320/Sophia%2BBush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591335315607104722" border="0" /></a>*Sarah Shahi will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">Lopez Tonight</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hkmfP3voPh0/TZhp1-2byOI/AAAAAAAADwk/TCn7JtpSbGM/s1600/Sarah%2BShahi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hkmfP3voPh0/TZhp1-2byOI/AAAAAAAADwk/TCn7JtpSbGM/s320/Sarah%2BShahi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591335313505765602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wednesday, April 6</span><br /></div>*Jennifer Garner will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">Regis & Kelly </span>and on <span style="font-style: italic;">Jimmy Fallon</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z0MtzRSML-g/TZhpOx_KYkI/AAAAAAAADwM/QZHOw4Y4J80/s1600/JenniferGarner032.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z0MtzRSML-g/TZhpOx_KYkI/AAAAAAAADwM/QZHOw4Y4J80/s320/JenniferGarner032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591334640037814850" border="0" /></a>I'm pretty sure she'll be promoting<span style="font-style: italic;"> Arthur,</span> which makes me sad because the original Liza is classic.<br />*Ellen Page will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">Craig Ferguson</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pZXNImMJFUc/TZhpOiQRDHI/AAAAAAAADv8/_POJPXQpWzo/s1600/Ellen%2BPage.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pZXNImMJFUc/TZhpOiQRDHI/AAAAAAAADv8/_POJPXQpWzo/s320/Ellen%2BPage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591334635814587506" border="0" /></a>*Elisha Cuthbert will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">Jimmy Kimmel</span>, promoting her new show with <span style="font-style: italic;">Happy Endings</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f_LAq7xJNHg/TZhopKRB8EI/AAAAAAAADvs/PJlL2JXEQlI/s1600/Elisha%2BCuthbert.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f_LAq7xJNHg/TZhopKRB8EI/AAAAAAAADvs/PJlL2JXEQlI/s320/Elisha%2BCuthbert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591333993720180802" border="0" /></a>Even though she made me want the terrorists to win because she was so annoying in <span style="font-style: italic;">24</span>, I really liked her in <span style="font-style: italic;">My Sassy Girl</span>, sooo...<br />*Also, it's Eliza Coupe's birthday, who is also in <span style="font-style: italic;">Happy Endings</span> with Elisha Cuthbert (and is also the real reason why I'm considering actually watching the show because she was so frantastic as Denise in <span style="font-style: italic;">Scrubs</span>).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsHuJFTQk9s/TZhpOf2C9FI/AAAAAAAADv0/nw2RG9doEq4/s1600/Eliza%2BCoupe.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsHuJFTQk9s/TZhpOf2C9FI/AAAAAAAADv0/nw2RG9doEq4/s320/Eliza%2BCoupe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591334635167741010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friday, April 8</span><br /></div>*Zooey Deschanel will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">Craig Ferguson</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-leBZmO9xmj4/TZhp2MMG7AI/AAAAAAAADw0/hlEP2OA00AQ/s1600/Zooey.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-leBZmO9xmj4/TZhp2MMG7AI/AAAAAAAADw0/hlEP2OA00AQ/s320/Zooey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591335317086333954" border="0" /></a>*It's Robin Wright's birthday! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7S5xqBXi7XA/TZhp1p-VGjI/AAAAAAAADwc/IOZTv6OBs_o/s1600/Robin%2BWright.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7S5xqBXi7XA/TZhp1p-VGjI/AAAAAAAADwc/IOZTv6OBs_o/s320/Robin%2BWright.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591335307901737522" border="0" /></a> So in love with this woman.MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-56289523100780686072011-04-01T10:33:00.001-06:002011-04-01T10:51:59.456-06:00Grey's Anatomy: The Music Event (A Recap)Thursdays are never this long, BUT it was the Grey's musical!!!<br />But despite not having TV and having to wait until 1 am to watch it on iTunes, it all actually worked out for my life because of all the times I had to pause to cry... In my defense of the amount of crying that did happen, I had been saving tears for awhile now so I could just let it all out on one embarrassing night...<br /><br />Anywho, one quick reminder: Click the pictures for enlarged goodness!<br /><br />*Isn't this the worst thing in the world?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35xeh7QBOG8/TZXXC6oid_I/AAAAAAAADn0/M8KRytiU5Mo/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35xeh7QBOG8/TZXXC6oid_I/AAAAAAAADn0/M8KRytiU5Mo/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610957549336562" border="0" /></a>To look over and check on your loved one after an accident and to see <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span>?<br />Also, note the blood on the airbag. Nice touch, Team! (I'm giving my compliments where I can because I do have some criticism... just a heads up...)<br />Okay, so <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> may top the last shot... you know, seeing your loved one on top of the hood of your car, twitching about.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S99S3lrt0u0/TZXXDMKGqJI/AAAAAAAADn8/DuRE2NXV05o/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S99S3lrt0u0/TZXXDMKGqJI/AAAAAAAADn8/DuRE2NXV05o/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610962253523090" border="0" /></a>Also, I thought the truck driver (not pictured) was the worst actor alive. He just reacted so awkwardly and unconvincingly. Yeah, I know he had less than a second on screen, but ya gotta make it count!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM9uEawLf4A/TZXXDejpxwI/AAAAAAAADoE/0qHTcm04lAQ/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM9uEawLf4A/TZXXDejpxwI/AAAAAAAADoE/0qHTcm04lAQ/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610967192520450" border="0" /></a>Okay, in the middle screencap, it kind of doesn't look like Spirit Callie is looking at Body Callie. Or like she is looking at her, but lookin' at her shoulder or something... just sayin'<br /><br />*Cut to, Seattle Grace-Mercy Death...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nzO45aEq9tc/TZXXDtRxUPI/AAAAAAAADoM/ZTXicpygWpM/s1600/6.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nzO45aEq9tc/TZXXDtRxUPI/AAAAAAAADoM/ZTXicpygWpM/s320/6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610971144048882" border="0" /></a>Mark is asked to sit this one out, understandably, but seriously... How is Callie not <span style="font-style: italic;">everyone's</span> family there? Although I would trust them most to make sure Callie lives at any cost (e.g., the unrealistic amount of time they worked to revive drowned Meredith, and ignoring Izzie's DNR).<br /><br />So, this is how Callie looked:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVa8a248kzc/TZXZwkpyyCI/AAAAAAAADoc/eygPjRSMbFQ/s1600/10.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVa8a248kzc/TZXZwkpyyCI/AAAAAAAADoc/eygPjRSMbFQ/s320/10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590613940946257954" border="0" /></a>Note the blood shooting out of her head. I'm not gonna lie... that did make me laugh a little.<br />This is how Arizona/Mark reacted to how Callie looked:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjrbRS_1FEY/TZXXD4z0lOI/AAAAAAAADoU/0XXcnb-QgPg/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FjrbRS_1FEY/TZXXD4z0lOI/AAAAAAAADoU/0XXcnb-QgPg/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590610974239659234" border="0" /></a>Very appropriate, I'd say.<br /><br />Don't you just want to hug Arizona right here?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5KPkIBTQsSU/TZXZw7qt1tI/AAAAAAAADok/CPgYjXCun_A/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5KPkIBTQsSU/TZXZw7qt1tI/AAAAAAAADok/CPgYjXCun_A/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590613947124143826" border="0" /></a>Oh, by the way, Callie has totally been singing "Chasing Cars" this whole time...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbnHES7Q28A/TZXZxK7GmdI/AAAAAAAADos/FOyqPS6rKSw/s1600/12.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rbnHES7Q28A/TZXZxK7GmdI/AAAAAAAADos/FOyqPS6rKSw/s320/12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590613951219407314" border="0" /></a>Okay, not gonna lie, when Owen started singing and Callie started freaking out about hearing him sing, I started laughing inappropriately loud. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6qckmwMUpk/TZXZxuP_W9I/AAAAAAAADo0/MWCAkFHSEjg/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6qckmwMUpk/TZXZxuP_W9I/AAAAAAAADo0/MWCAkFHSEjg/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590613960702254034" border="0" /></a>P.S. Why do all the tumblrfolk hate on Kevin McKidd's singing. Some parts aren't spectacular (well, I'm not a fan of him in "How to Save a Life"), but I think he's talented!<br /><br />And Arizona is freaking out about the fetal heartbeat, which is all nice and good but really... look at how amazing JCap looks post-faux car accident!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U9fXzSeYOck/TZXZx39_HwI/AAAAAAAADo8/5lK4s40oSRk/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U9fXzSeYOck/TZXZx39_HwI/AAAAAAAADo8/5lK4s40oSRk/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590613963311095554" border="0" /></a>Bailey: Let's waste time Chasing cars Around our heads.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65FcwUqQFyA/TZXcH5jzWMI/AAAAAAAADpE/Q_nJxSapcHM/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65FcwUqQFyA/TZXcH5jzWMI/AAAAAAAADpE/Q_nJxSapcHM/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590616540718520514" border="0" /></a>Me: Yeah, I know that's part of the song, but we are not allowed to effing waste time right now.<br /><br />Arizona: I asked her to marry me and a truck came out of nowhere.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G2be0MhYxcU/TZXcH2zK6SI/AAAAAAAADpM/FrU_Zgd3d1U/s1600/19.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G2be0MhYxcU/TZXcH2zK6SI/AAAAAAAADpM/FrU_Zgd3d1U/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590616539977672994" border="0" /></a>Seriously, when she said this, despite it being the second time she's said it, but ESPECIALLY since she was saying it to no one... so many tears.<br /><br />*Cut to Chyler Leigh killin' it on "Breathe."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pu3EoLFBOU/TZXcILkd42I/AAAAAAAADpU/qE9A2R8h9mQ/s1600/20.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pu3EoLFBOU/TZXcILkd42I/AAAAAAAADpU/qE9A2R8h9mQ/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590616545553146722" border="0" /></a>The cinematography kinda bugged me a bit, specifically this birds-eye business. I just thought it was too rushed and too forced (although the gifs I've seen of it on tumblr are decent), but that's just my opinion.<br /><br />I loved Karev so much in this moment for looking out for his mentor and friend.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dYGpwKoGE6U/TZXcIbHEeHI/AAAAAAAADpc/4efMbUHz8qY/s1600/21.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dYGpwKoGE6U/TZXcIbHEeHI/AAAAAAAADpc/4efMbUHz8qY/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590616549724813426" border="0" /></a><br />And then for all the Slexie shippers:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXiU7e2fm9U/TZXcI-5roBI/AAAAAAAADpk/DGTpWTKpJ9A/s1600/22.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXiU7e2fm9U/TZXcI-5roBI/AAAAAAAADpk/DGTpWTKpJ9A/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590616559332335634" border="0" /></a>Mark: You don't have to do this; I know you hate me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9hJLDw79lnY/TZXnZ2NN35I/AAAAAAAADps/PjebUdKataY/s1600/23.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9hJLDw79lnY/TZXnZ2NN35I/AAAAAAAADps/PjebUdKataY/s320/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590628943684034450" border="0" /></a>Lexie: I don't hate you.<br />Okay, I just hated when Lexie said that because it felt, once again, too rushed and too forced. I know it was done so it would fit in the gaps of the music, but... I didn't care for it.<br /><br />And then I cried some more...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NdcvxDm8JbI/TZXnaP2gqsI/AAAAAAAADp0/baDxKqSCWSE/s1600/24.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NdcvxDm8JbI/TZXnaP2gqsI/AAAAAAAADp0/baDxKqSCWSE/s320/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590628950568118978" border="0" /></a><br />Lucy shouldn't be pissed that they called in Addison. She even said herself that this was all out of her knowledge.<br />Side Note: Kate Walsh looks hot even when she's windy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsPXNoHc90Q/TZXnaVxbvvI/AAAAAAAADp8/rNiSqfJulNI/s1600/26.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsPXNoHc90Q/TZXnaVxbvvI/AAAAAAAADp8/rNiSqfJulNI/s320/26.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590628952157437682" border="0" /></a>I put this screencap because there are so few Kate Walsh moments in this episode!<br />She was really underused and it was kind of waste, BUT I'm always happy to see Addison in SGMW :D<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MP8kBAF-Pfk/TZXnat55IBI/AAAAAAAADqE/fDsD3QhDSYc/s1600/27.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MP8kBAF-Pfk/TZXnat55IBI/AAAAAAAADqE/fDsD3QhDSYc/s320/27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590628958635368466" border="0" /></a>I love Kate Walsh's eyebrows (see the middle screencap)<br /><br />*Aaand Arizona and Mark are fighting... Arizona is looking out for the baby and Mark is worried about saving Callie's life first.<br />Mark: What's her life gonna be like if she's dead?<br />And then Mark says something about him and Callie screwing again if they lose this baby.<br />Arizona and Me: No, you won't! (Oh, hellll no).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWg4uyYdoZ4/TZXnawCNDaI/AAAAAAAADqM/mAYjO8lIvnA/s1600/30.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWg4uyYdoZ4/TZXnawCNDaI/AAAAAAAADqM/mAYjO8lIvnA/s320/30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590628959207099810" border="0" /></a>In other news, Bailey has been singing "Wait" this whole time...<br />And Lexie joins in the singing and pretends to wash her face...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-htK0DTMsv90/TZXqT9l1twI/AAAAAAAADqU/1U-iG75eLTA/s1600/32.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-htK0DTMsv90/TZXqT9l1twI/AAAAAAAADqU/1U-iG75eLTA/s320/32.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590632141122025218" border="0" /></a>And more arguing. A lot was said out of anger and fear. "Sperm donor." <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rUeT6vb2sgg/TZXqULsXBSI/AAAAAAAADqc/U8qGQT7Yp4o/s1600/34.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rUeT6vb2sgg/TZXqULsXBSI/AAAAAAAADqc/U8qGQT7Yp4o/s320/34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590632144907470114" border="0" /></a>"You're not anything. You're nothing."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Smoj6BZbIJ0/TZXqUeCtdFI/AAAAAAAADqk/U-BZ1q1LBmw/s1600/35.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Smoj6BZbIJ0/TZXqUeCtdFI/AAAAAAAADqk/U-BZ1q1LBmw/s320/35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590632149833053266" border="0" /></a>I wasn't mad at Mark, well, I was a little mad. But, in his defense, he really is the most expendable in the triangle and, in my head, he was worried about getting kicked out by the happy lesbians, as opposed to him just being a doucheb.<br /><br />*But enough of that!<br />Me (at first): What the f**k is this?<br />Me (moments later): Okay, I frakkin' love this.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCtJGWpnI80/TZXqUqebAyI/AAAAAAAADqs/vedKOukl8d8/s1600/36.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCtJGWpnI80/TZXqUqebAyI/AAAAAAAADqs/vedKOukl8d8/s320/36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590632153170510626" border="0" /></a>Dream Callie! Don't spoil driving through the heavens by remembering the car crash!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bLaWcFdmwEA/TZXqU-tHITI/AAAAAAAADq0/1AoceYF4Ap0/s1600/37.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bLaWcFdmwEA/TZXqU-tHITI/AAAAAAAADq0/1AoceYF4Ap0/s320/37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590632158600831282" border="0" /></a>Just prettiness:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9gpGH7etzc/TZXsOmd_J4I/AAAAAAAADq8/LILf6kca8ZM/s1600/38.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9gpGH7etzc/TZXsOmd_J4I/AAAAAAAADq8/LILf6kca8ZM/s320/38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590634248038983554" border="0" /></a>Callie: Is this what love's supposed to feel like?<br />Me: Seriously? You're asking this?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5WICY-3EiG0/TZXsOwAMsII/AAAAAAAADrE/4n6ZmcDLNUc/s1600/39.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5WICY-3EiG0/TZXsOwAMsII/AAAAAAAADrE/4n6ZmcDLNUc/s320/39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590634250598396034" border="0" /></a>Arizona: Put your seatbelt on.<br />Me: After this episode, I think Callie has to sit in the freakin' backseat from now on.<br /><br />I love them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pILeamNeN8Y/TZXsPCMNfqI/AAAAAAAADrM/HG3LyF3HHio/s1600/40.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pILeamNeN8Y/TZXsPCMNfqI/AAAAAAAADrM/HG3LyF3HHio/s320/40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590634255480618658" border="0" /></a>And "Runnin' on Sunshine" starts :D Do you see Callie's face!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XznB2rNwxk4/TZXsP5JcUnI/AAAAAAAADrU/Lpjt2rrJF-I/s1600/41.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XznB2rNwxk4/TZXsP5JcUnI/AAAAAAAADrU/Lpjt2rrJF-I/s320/41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590634270232957554" border="0" /></a>Arizona!!! Why are you so awkward?! Jump her bones!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2U0T3SN7iZM/TZXsQNMQc4I/AAAAAAAADrc/uWQnB5iWnBM/s1600/42.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2U0T3SN7iZM/TZXsQNMQc4I/AAAAAAAADrc/uWQnB5iWnBM/s320/42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590634275613471618" border="0" /></a>I want hot car sex between the of them NOW. (I feel totally ripped off that we didn't get that) That hand should NOT be on Arizona's shoulder but on her thigh workin' up *wink*<br /><br />Seriously!!! Callie Torres sang MY pants off right here.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xIM5aEYUX9g/TZXtvZGHQXI/AAAAAAAADrk/lma2FMUok6k/s1600/43.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xIM5aEYUX9g/TZXtvZGHQXI/AAAAAAAADrk/lma2FMUok6k/s320/43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590635910896501106" border="0" /></a><br />Sandra Oh should NEVER wear a shirt...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcdLhHTj6u4/TZXtvq2DliI/AAAAAAAADrs/wOwljdJEgMs/s1600/44.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcdLhHTj6u4/TZXtvq2DliI/AAAAAAAADrs/wOwljdJEgMs/s320/44.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590635915660989986" border="0" /></a>Personally, I thought this could have been choreographed better, but I do like Foley's voice. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i40uwVyjcV4/TZXtv_fAJkI/AAAAAAAADr0/MU9tv95h4oQ/s1600/45.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i40uwVyjcV4/TZXtv_fAJkI/AAAAAAAADr0/MU9tv95h4oQ/s320/45.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590635921201440322" border="0" /></a>While Justin Chambers's voice made me a little sad... (But Lucy's dancing with Karev was HOT)<br /><br />P.S. Eli is hot. I am happy Bailey is tappin' that.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Or0UZuXweWk/TZXtwLRKulI/AAAAAAAADr8/0OHHbWdkNBU/s1600/47.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Or0UZuXweWk/TZXtwLRKulI/AAAAAAAADr8/0OHHbWdkNBU/s320/47.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590635924364638802" border="0" /></a>Kim Raver is attractive, but her exit in this scene... I think she's just a tad awkward and that's why her earlier scene was a little odd too. But awkward's okay! I mean, shoot, I am!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n59eTe5u5Zs/TZXtwf7fOgI/AAAAAAAADsE/d0ycoqSfYG8/s1600/48.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n59eTe5u5Zs/TZXtwf7fOgI/AAAAAAAADsE/d0ycoqSfYG8/s320/48.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590635929910852098" border="0" /></a><br />According to tumblr, a lot of people really like the finger wag.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_vgfuoq-QU/TZXvLo4OQEI/AAAAAAAADsM/fLHBWl1xfpE/s1600/49.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_vgfuoq-QU/TZXvLo4OQEI/AAAAAAAADsM/fLHBWl1xfpE/s320/49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590637495681171522" border="0" /></a>It made me feel awkward.<br /><br />More Slexie cuteness:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0GFr-zlwAM/TZXvL7tdOiI/AAAAAAAADsU/8TEBFjOE8lA/s1600/50.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0GFr-zlwAM/TZXvL7tdOiI/AAAAAAAADsU/8TEBFjOE8lA/s320/50.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590637500736289314" border="0" /></a>"And there ain't no clouds in my sky!"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4rvJTpAyYCk/TZXvMLpiYRI/AAAAAAAADsc/lq7RJzgRbMo/s1600/51.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4rvJTpAyYCk/TZXvMLpiYRI/AAAAAAAADsc/lq7RJzgRbMo/s320/51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590637505014817042" border="0" /></a>Me: Have you looked at your greenscreen background? There are a sh*tload of clouds in the sky.<br />And there's a truck in the road!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcVJIcxuWys/TZXvMZoJChI/AAAAAAAADsk/SpYwMMS9HAs/s1600/52.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcVJIcxuWys/TZXvMZoJChI/AAAAAAAADsk/SpYwMMS9HAs/s320/52.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590637508767058450" border="0" /></a><br />*I really don't think normal people look this cute after a car accident...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3y8zC5cmr5s/TZXvMiQsa3I/AAAAAAAADss/-k8XwhsZbyM/s1600/53.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3y8zC5cmr5s/TZXvMiQsa3I/AAAAAAAADss/-k8XwhsZbyM/s320/53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590637511084632946" border="0" /></a>...Or even this cute <span style="font-style: italic;">before</span> a car accident...<br /><br />*I feel so gypped by the amount of JCap singing in "Universe & U" actually shown in the episode.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrI0fAHFCi0/TZXxTxfaloI/AAAAAAAADs0/w5cdhSRyOCs/s1600/55.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrI0fAHFCi0/TZXxTxfaloI/AAAAAAAADs0/w5cdhSRyOCs/s320/55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590639834455250562" border="0" /></a>Because she worked that ish out in the song. I mean, <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span>, she was amazing.<br /><br />Loved the rack focus here:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o7zJcl-lb2Q/TZXxUEcKiTI/AAAAAAAADs8/ZEIdE5XaZio/s1600/56.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o7zJcl-lb2Q/TZXxUEcKiTI/AAAAAAAADs8/ZEIdE5XaZio/s320/56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590639839541889330" border="0" /></a>Seriously, I could watch/listen to these two sing to each other forever.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gleNJjEPQvc/TZXxUckjuGI/AAAAAAAADtE/h7i1oQudiHQ/s1600/57.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gleNJjEPQvc/TZXxUckjuGI/AAAAAAAADtE/h7i1oQudiHQ/s320/57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590639846019545186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XXXwwj8NXK0/TZXxUn3JTWI/AAAAAAAADtM/VzkUAV10qnE/s1600/58.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XXXwwj8NXK0/TZXxUn3JTWI/AAAAAAAADtM/VzkUAV10qnE/s320/58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590639849050295650" border="0" /></a><br />*And Callie is taken to the OR:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAYgURs6Cdk/TZXxU_eGVkI/AAAAAAAADtU/UWpWQwZOt24/s1600/60.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAYgURs6Cdk/TZXxU_eGVkI/AAAAAAAADtU/UWpWQwZOt24/s320/60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590639855387694658" border="0" /></a><br />*"How to Save a Life"<br />Note: I judge their voices. I can't sing myself and I'm no professional, but I do listen to a shizload of music and these are just my personal opinions :D<br />-Kevin McKidd's part bugs in the beginning, especially coupled with Kevin McKidd's acting in the scene when he's sing-encouraging Cristina.<br />-I really liked Ellen Pompeo's part, despite the fact she's totally sing-talking. This surprised me just because it took awhile for her speaking voice to grow on me, but I did really enjoy her part.<br />-I need to comment on Kim Raver's part real quick.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCXNod2S_gM/TZX0XEZmpWI/AAAAAAAADtc/sWw81294mtU/s1600/61.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCXNod2S_gM/TZX0XEZmpWI/AAAAAAAADtc/sWw81294mtU/s320/61.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590643189605639522" border="0" /></a>People on tumblr kept saying it was Kate Walsh singing here before the episode aired. Really?! Have they ever listened to either woman speak in their lives? Anywho, I think she's talented, but her voice was too much all over the place and would have been better if she had reigned in a bit.<br />-Eric Dane was solid, but once again, it was sing-talking. Which I'm cool with, especially considering the song, but I think they could have worked it out so Ellen/Eric did a bit more vocally.<br />-Personally, I don't love JCap's part in the song. I loooove her in "Universe & U." I do love her voice; it's frantastic. But not so amazing in "How to Save a Life." <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XeGZU40zoeU/TZX0XcJ8A7I/AAAAAAAADtk/VeOgmOBQThU/s1600/62.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XeGZU40zoeU/TZX0XcJ8A7I/AAAAAAAADtk/VeOgmOBQThU/s320/62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590643195982382002" border="0" /></a>And then the best part of her singing in the song ("the things you told him," yep, just those five words, haha) is talked over!!! And then Chandra's awesomeness was also talked over...<br />-Chyler is brilliant, of course.<br />-And Sarah Drew was AMAZING, in my opinion, for her five words. So either she can only sing those five words really well, or they totally didn't use her as much as she they should have. And on the iTunes version of the track, you can mostly only hear Chyler, which is a shame (as effing amazing as she is).<br /><br />Okay, this moment... <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lH_TEgdE2XU/TZX0Xp1Mo5I/AAAAAAAADts/BLjcAiG1BaQ/s1600/63.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lH_TEgdE2XU/TZX0Xp1Mo5I/AAAAAAAADts/BLjcAiG1BaQ/s320/63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590643199653487506" border="0" /></a> Even just screencapping Callie's hand going over Arizona's I had to take a moment so I could cry like a little girl.<br />And then all of this with Mark/Arizona/the baby... so many tears.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8SvZ5367Bg/TZX0X7CiGyI/AAAAAAAADt0/Km1_e0ojQGU/s1600/64.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8SvZ5367Bg/TZX0X7CiGyI/AAAAAAAADt0/Km1_e0ojQGU/s320/64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590643204272823074" border="0" /></a><br />*Mark: You're not nothing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-co-vHqGZq6Y/TZX0YPXdGPI/AAAAAAAADt8/Xe1iXoMJt9Y/s1600/66.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-co-vHqGZq6Y/TZX0YPXdGPI/AAAAAAAADt8/Xe1iXoMJt9Y/s320/66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590643209729284338" border="0" /></a>I wanted a little more from Arizona here, but I still cried like a little girl.<br /><br />*Cut to Meredith talking about how jealous she was of Callie at the baby shower.<br />Is that why she created that monstrosity?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hS_1QG0NLNw/TZX3grixH2I/AAAAAAAADuE/0UKLLM3S2x8/s1600/67.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hS_1QG0NLNw/TZX3grixH2I/AAAAAAAADuE/0UKLLM3S2x8/s320/67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590646653266763618" border="0" /></a><br />*Arizona is just... love. Especially since she's talking about the baby :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZug4JUSWm8/TZX3g4NLFNI/AAAAAAAADuM/4Aiat1bdE_0/s1600/68.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZug4JUSWm8/TZX3g4NLFNI/AAAAAAAADuM/4Aiat1bdE_0/s320/68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590646656665851090" border="0" /></a>And Sara Ramirez singing "The Story" is ALWAYS love :D<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uiE8dm7YGxo/TZX3hP3K_5I/AAAAAAAADuU/MjfUAlLSZWg/s1600/69.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uiE8dm7YGxo/TZX3hP3K_5I/AAAAAAAADuU/MjfUAlLSZWg/s320/69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590646663016021906" border="0" /></a>Side Note: I didn't care too much for the singing on the catwalk. No, I loved the singing. I thought the cinematography was too choppy, but that's just me...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYYiETwdAGI/TZX3hXXZWiI/AAAAAAAADuc/ztRLTTlxyLs/s1600/71.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYYiETwdAGI/TZX3hXXZWiI/AAAAAAAADuc/ztRLTTlxyLs/s320/71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590646665030228514" border="0" /></a>Me: This is precious, but Callie, stop singing to the baby and sing this song to Arizona. That's all I want in the world.<br /><br />I did laugh at this little b*tchslap to all of the Slexie shippers who had their hopes up.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBkle4mAdAA/TZX3hvOSUCI/AAAAAAAADuk/SAm9Ccab2yk/s1600/72.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBkle4mAdAA/TZX3hvOSUCI/AAAAAAAADuk/SAm9Ccab2yk/s320/72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590646671434469410" border="0" /></a>Don't get wrong, I <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span> very much prefer Slexie over... that hand-holding that looks like that of awkward friendship.<br />But Shonda being Shonda makes me laugh.<br /><br />Me: Teddy! What the frak! Don't be like that!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-peLRkdDnBHY/TZX46fxT0JI/AAAAAAAADus/U6uV84BGwwU/s1600/73.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-peLRkdDnBHY/TZX46fxT0JI/AAAAAAAADus/U6uV84BGwwU/s320/73.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590648196294758546" border="0" /></a>This was badass:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfYO5taeA4k/TZX46-OuhXI/AAAAAAAADu0/DTC4WIJzueE/s1600/74.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfYO5taeA4k/TZX46-OuhXI/AAAAAAAADu0/DTC4WIJzueE/s320/74.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590648204471207282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2xiQhqXplk/TZX47MOE2FI/AAAAAAAADu8/lZQLnOpgvdQ/s1600/75.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2xiQhqXplk/TZX47MOE2FI/AAAAAAAADu8/lZQLnOpgvdQ/s320/75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590648208226572370" border="0" /></a>And if you didn't know that Callie's first word was going to be 'yes,' you don't watch enough television, haha.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w3lZgTV-dt4/TZX47vbfxbI/AAAAAAAADvE/rbYCzF6XcaE/s1600/76.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w3lZgTV-dt4/TZX47vbfxbI/AAAAAAAADvE/rbYCzF6XcaE/s320/76.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590648217678103986" border="0" /></a>But it was still AMAZING :DMormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-74806624021375686042011-03-30T18:08:00.000-06:002011-03-30T18:12:56.828-06:00My Favorite R&I Scenes: The PilotI needed an excuse to re-watch Rizzoli & Isles. Not that I need one... Well, I guess I really needed an excuse to post about Rizzoli & Isles. Not that I need one there either... Anywho, I wanted a fun activity for procrastinating some work so I decided to post about my 10 favorite R&I scenes, but I knew I would never be able to narrow down my selection unless I picked one scene per episode, and even that proved impossible. <br /><br />So, here's "See One, Do One, Teach One"<br /><br />You may be surprised that my favorite scene isn't this one:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Qja-r_izOQ/TZO-DtEdGjI/AAAAAAAADmU/UqeL1SLu_1o/s1600/bed.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Qja-r_izOQ/TZO-DtEdGjI/AAAAAAAADmU/UqeL1SLu_1o/s320/bed.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590020533344082482" border="0" /></a>Or maybe you aren't surprised... Shoot, I don't know your life. I am a fan of the bed scene, of course... It's "just special, original, magical, squeals of joy," but it's just not favorite. I mean, they are talking about who gets to date a boy... Who wants that?<br /><br />And then there's the "tuna sharing" scene... I do love this scene. Yeah, yeah, there is the obvious metaphor of tuna=well, you know... But, personally, I'm all about the 'sexy scientist' look Miss Dr. Maura Isles was rockin'.<br />*Maura's Face: Ooh, Jane's here!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_0-dizBJTGY/TZO9R3ICGTI/AAAAAAAADlc/-uzWjBBkeZc/s1600/12.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_0-dizBJTGY/TZO9R3ICGTI/AAAAAAAADlc/-uzWjBBkeZc/s320/12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590019677049985330" border="0" /></a>Seriously? So hot... and I'm talking about Maura... not the picture of the dead chick...<br />*The sharing of the tuna... *cough* *wink*<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrFzX9L_3hQ/TZO9SbYBj-I/AAAAAAAADlk/CHW875kUmcU/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YrFzX9L_3hQ/TZO9SbYBj-I/AAAAAAAADlk/CHW875kUmcU/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590019686780735458" border="0" /></a>*Delicioso! (The 'delicioso' is for Jane eating the tuna... not about Agent Dean's entrance... ew, put that away).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eEPjPAC-Ck0/TZO9SQBJowI/AAAAAAAADls/gkc7sp-16Yw/s1600/14.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eEPjPAC-Ck0/TZO9SQBJowI/AAAAAAAADls/gkc7sp-16Yw/s320/14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590019683732005634" border="0" /></a>*Can we talk about Agent Dean's face/reaction to the tuna real quick? Is this still going off of the tuna metaphor? If so, maybe that further explains the lack of chemistry between him and Jane... just sayin'<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RL5I8Wsfe9s/TZO9S6G57jI/AAAAAAAADl0/-oI7-XbKUKI/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RL5I8Wsfe9s/TZO9S6G57jI/AAAAAAAADl0/-oI7-XbKUKI/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590019695030431282" border="0" /></a>Jane: Guess it's a chick thing.<br />Yeah, yeah, chick=lesbian, blah, blah, it's been almost a year and we have already beaten all of these jokes to death.<br />*And Dean has to ruin the light atmosphere of tuna sharing with news of Hoyt's escape. (I didn't feel I needed to put a screencap of him talking because we don't want to look at him... well, I don't...)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vHZ9jXuZLUc/TZO9S-5I58I/AAAAAAAADl8/rpYE0Qh98PE/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vHZ9jXuZLUc/TZO9S-5I58I/AAAAAAAADl8/rpYE0Qh98PE/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590019696314869698" border="0" /></a>Note the fact that Jane needs to wipe a little tuna residue off her mouth... (You can really see it if you click on the picture to enlarge, which is a reminder I haven't given in many a-posts)<br />*Sad Jane<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lckTfzdjN3U/TZO-C7dctKI/AAAAAAAADmE/Kh6wPNCO864/s1600/17.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lckTfzdjN3U/TZO-C7dctKI/AAAAAAAADmE/Kh6wPNCO864/s320/17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590020520027141282" border="0" /></a>*And then Jane and Maura share a look. Maura's concerned for Jane and Jane is scared. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4qjD_NNdY7o/TZO-DGvGNuI/AAAAAAAADmM/Q-4ci351aeM/s1600/18.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4qjD_NNdY7o/TZO-DGvGNuI/AAAAAAAADmM/Q-4ci351aeM/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590020523053954786" border="0" /></a>I'm convinced that if Dean weren't there, this would have ended in a tender embrace between the two. Actually, who am I to say that didn't happen?<br /><br />For me, the first crime scene is just more favorite. Side Note: Yeah, I know I've been abusing the word 'favorite,' and if you don't get it, it's because you've never seen/heard Brian Regan's bit about Little League and sno cones...<br />The first crime scene is when a lot of people started shipping the two. And there is the obvious sexual tension. On top of all that, this is the first thing I screencapped in my life... I screencapped this episode first on the TNT website, which --lemme tell ya-- is really difficult to do and can be a pain. Actually, I thought it was really fun and had a whole system for doing it (because I'm a little bit OCD, but who isn't), but it was time-consuming and involved watching the scene over and over... and over.<br />Anywho!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7hbPajRD9w/TZPCerxuiOI/AAAAAAAADmc/mTrdYg1XoPU/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j7hbPajRD9w/TZPCerxuiOI/AAAAAAAADmc/mTrdYg1XoPU/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590025394900076770" border="0" /></a>Jane is surveying the body and Maura is... "surveying the body" *wink* well, minus the wink... It wasn't sexy and she was really just looking at her face with an expression that says, "What the hell is <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span>?" which is really more rude than sexy...<br />*Maura: I can fix that for you... for a price *wink* (Well, that's what she would say in the porno version of this scene...)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6S_qEBVaEnY/TZPCe496YOI/AAAAAAAADmk/RL2pjqOAH4s/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6S_qEBVaEnY/TZPCe496YOI/AAAAAAAADmk/RL2pjqOAH4s/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590025398440845538" border="0" /></a>*The best part is that Korsak has no idea what's going on and thinks they are still talking about the body. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_CbhWXMZB0/TZPCfb1tY5I/AAAAAAAADms/e4zC011pEVs/s1600/3.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_CbhWXMZB0/TZPCfb1tY5I/AAAAAAAADms/e4zC011pEVs/s320/3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590025407801680786" border="0" /></a>That actually always bugged me that when Maura talks about Jane's hairline fracture to the nose, Korsak doesn't catch that Maura is obviously not talking about the dead guy because his nose is fine... but whatevs...<br />*Can we just look at how Jane looks at Maura? <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sjRF4vDc6Jk/TZPCfp0Ub3I/AAAAAAAADm0/6fg7Sah0oQ0/s1600/4.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sjRF4vDc6Jk/TZPCfp0Ub3I/AAAAAAAADm0/6fg7Sah0oQ0/s320/4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590025411553947506" border="0" /></a>Precious, right?<br />*Maura: Let's do "yoga" together because sex injuries are way hotter.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAlE1P49b-Q/TZPCf-WoFtI/AAAAAAAADm8/tgu-CRWRMTw/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAlE1P49b-Q/TZPCf-WoFtI/AAAAAAAADm8/tgu-CRWRMTw/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590025417066550994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9IsNWuI5hGY/TZPDQrgkfmI/AAAAAAAADnE/S7qeiJk_dII/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9IsNWuI5hGY/TZPDQrgkfmI/AAAAAAAADnE/S7qeiJk_dII/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590026253821574754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJs95N8Df6A/TZPDRHMic8I/AAAAAAAADnM/RlDcLYPm6Ww/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJs95N8Df6A/TZPDRHMic8I/AAAAAAAADnM/RlDcLYPm6Ww/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590026261253747650" border="0" /></a>*And then Dean walks in, which starts the whole sharing stolen glances bit...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qItnVgg3rBU/TZPDRCTPHrI/AAAAAAAADnU/JCPrtxzZN5g/s1600/8.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qItnVgg3rBU/TZPDRCTPHrI/AAAAAAAADnU/JCPrtxzZN5g/s320/8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590026259939663538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CFQZPzWU-ug/TZPDRV6RTUI/AAAAAAAADnc/bMPkFZDWWKY/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CFQZPzWU-ug/TZPDRV6RTUI/AAAAAAAADnc/bMPkFZDWWKY/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590026265203658050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hqTqBD693UE/TZPDRpMKkSI/AAAAAAAADnk/N7XSquF9Tdg/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hqTqBD693UE/TZPDRpMKkSI/AAAAAAAADnk/N7XSquF9Tdg/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590026270378987810" border="0" /></a>Ending with Jane's "You're leaving?" face<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JN-CHp3ymzw/TZPD2ypbpLI/AAAAAAAADns/OBwUky0nejQ/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JN-CHp3ymzw/TZPD2ypbpLI/AAAAAAAADns/OBwUky0nejQ/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590026908572820658" border="0" /></a>Jane: Sad face...<br />Plus, Maura was super saucy right there behind Dean's back...<br /><br />I mean, seriously, this whole scene made anyone with even the crappiest gaydar go, "Wait a second... What's going on here?" Or what my mom said, "Are they more than just friends?"<br /><br />So, what's your favorite scene and why from the pilot? And this question is probably directed only at Nikki since she'll probably be the only person who will comment. And yes, that was totally me fishing for comments right there and asking for you to prove me wrong :D<br /><br />Friday: Grey's Musical Recap!!!<br />Sunday: Hopefully I'll have a Sunday Post... as last week it just didn't happen.<br />And I have no idea when I'll post the next installment of this new post series... I already have the screencaps for it so it should be up next week some time :)MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-55874305257118607632011-03-28T04:25:00.003-06:002011-03-28T04:35:59.601-06:00It's a Good Thing I Have No Shame...Sooo, my MormonLesbian Twitter account came about because I found Sasha Alexander on Twitter... And this happened:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6bYQfa0t3I/TZBjV5Jv1_I/AAAAAAAADlM/eyTtpXZYc_0/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6bYQfa0t3I/TZBjV5Jv1_I/AAAAAAAADlM/eyTtpXZYc_0/s320/Picture%2B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589076365336893426" border="0" /></a>Note: This was my first tweet.<br />Note #2: This was before I knew that she read all of her tweets...<br />Side Note: I was embarrassed for about two days. And then I stopped caring because, shoot, MormonLesbian can do whatever she wants. <br /><br />Also, I didn't have a Sunday Post, BUT there is a ton of Sara Ramirez going on in the world. She's doing a ton of interviews and her E.P. came out yesterday.<br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JCOHtSR8o4U?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><br />Amazing, right?<br />There are four songs and it's about $4 on iTunes. Get it. <br /><br />Body of Proof premieres on Tuesday.<br />I'm posting this for @neggett's sake. It's my autographed Dana Delany pic!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8RidPpERWpE/TZBkWKWPhVI/AAAAAAAADlU/CpAVfYGg4Tk/s1600/-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8RidPpERWpE/TZBkWKWPhVI/AAAAAAAADlU/CpAVfYGg4Tk/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589077469464331602" border="0" /></a>Those legs... WOW<br /><br />Also, Grey's Musical is on Thursday!MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-87819147888127242882011-03-26T00:07:00.001-06:002011-03-26T00:08:33.136-06:00On a Serious Note...This is the kind of post that I promised myself never to write. It's serious, a little heavy, and -in my opinion- a tad self-masturbatory. Before I started writing my blog, I didn't like seeing all of the angsty blogposts that fill the blogosphere because they just made me depressed. And who wants that? But this post has been weighing on me for awhile now, especially this past week <--Note: I wrote that and most of this post last week...<br /> Also, this is written: quite simplistically, a bit matter-of-fact, and not very well--all of which I do apologize for. <br /><br />This past weekend (once again, I wrote this last week...) was the anniversary of when a man came into my dorm and sexually assaulted me. Yeah, there really is no way to water that down without completely cheapening it. It was two days after my birthday, I had just saw my sister off to her shuttle to the airport, and I was getting ready for church. My roommate had left our door unlocked on her way to church, which gave him means to just walk in, come up behind me in the bathroom, and hit me over the head. <br />No, my roommate is not an idiot. She rarely ever left the door unlocked and she thought I would be leaving for church in less than fifteen minutes. <br />No, there wasn't enough time to react to seeing a stranger's face in my mirror. A friend, upon hearing this story (well, minus a few details that if she had heard, would have likely made her a little less insensitive), said she'd never let this happen to her because she would have just kicked his ass. I barely saw him before I blacked out. He was prepared and I wasn't. <br />Yes, this is the real reason why it's so difficult for me to get myself to church.<br /><br />Two days later, I called my mom, well, she called me out of concern from having not heard from me. I told her what had happened. I then called the police.<br />No, I didn't want to tell my mom or the police. I didn't want sympathy. I didn't want to make a whole big thing out of it. And I wanted to turn back with each second on the line. <br />However, I felt obligated to call the police for two reasons: <br />1. The safety of the other girls in my dorm. <br />2. After you experience hearing your mother breakdown screaming and crying at work in front of everyone (which is the most heart-breaking thing in the world), you'll do anything she asks. <br />No, I really didn't want to. However, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened to me and I was kind of tired of doing nothing about it. <br /><br />I sat, waited, and put on my brave face, because I was not going to cry... I had never cried in front of a person that wasn't immediate family and I sure as hell wasn't about to start that day. I was not going to have that taken away from me. So, when the detective came, I answered the questions I was asked with a smile on my face. I made small talk. I was a delight. This was all easy for me because I had still blocked most of the experience out. So, I told him what I knew, which wasn't much. I was getting ready for church, I saw a man in my mirror (not like Michael Jackson...), and I blacked out. <br />No, none of this was easy. <br />No, I never used the 'r' word. I wasn't about to make assumptions when I really wasn't clear about anything. <br /><br />The detective took me to the hospital and the small talk continued. I don't even remember what they did there. I think blood was drawn. I think I peed in a cup. I do remember pretending to read a <span style="font-style: italic;">Newsweek </span>when I really was just staring blankly at the pages. Somehow afternoon faded into night and I ended up in a small room in a building across from the hospital. Two volunteers from the Women's Services at BYU had been called out of bed to sit with me until my mom showed up.<br />Yes, it was awkward.<br /><br />Then I had my first gynecological exam. Swabs and samples were taken. Pictures were taken of every inch of my body. The scratches on my neck and the occasional bruise were noted. My mom and I smiled at each other, each of us trying to keep positive and happy for the sake of the other. A handful of pills were thrust at me with instructions. My blood work would be back shortly, but these were just in case I had contracted something.<br />No, I didn't sleep that night. Simply because I couldn't remember what had happened and I didn't want to, especially not when my mother was in the same room.<br /><br />Honestly, the worst part of the experience for me was what happened the next day. A new detective was "in charge" of me. The one from the day before was nice and treated me like a normal person. With the new one, I was the guilty party in his eyes. A constant sneer was plastered on his face and the condescension in his voice was like a baseball bat to the gut. First, it was my fault. How did I usually dress? Did I often leave my blinds open? Why did I leave the door unlocked? Why couldn't I remember everything that had happened? Why did I wait so long to call the police? Then, I was a liar. <span>According to him, sex hurts a lot for a woman when she's a virgin. Apparently when the secretary at the station got married and had sex, she was in a lot of pain the next day. It almost seemed like he thought that sexual intercourse is the only thing that can happen when a man sexually assaults you.</span> I reminded him that I still wasn't clear on what had happened and I had never claimed that I was raped. More suspicion. Why couldn't I remember everything that had happened? Then my years of struggling with depression became very relevant. Were the scratches and bruises self-inflicted? Was I just starved for attention? Did I just want to drop out of school and go home? Finally, he said, "You know, it's a criminal offense to lie to the cops about this sort of thing. If you want to take it all back right now, we'll all just forget about it."<br />No, I wasn't lying. But even if I had, I personally don't believe that's how you should talk to a person. And lying about this would be just as serious and concerning.<br />Yes, I did start second-guessing myself. What if this didn't happen and I'm putting everyone through this for no reason?<br />Yes, I actually did blame myself for awhile. To be honest, I still carry around a burden of guilt for putting my parents through it.<br />No, I don't regret telling the police what had happened; however, I did for a long time. The experience did help me put together what had happened for myself. It also made the girls in my dorm and girls throughout BYU more vigilant in reporting suspicious people and in keeping their doors locked. <br /><br />I don't really know why I have felt so pressed to write this post. Like I mentioned in the beginning, I wrote this a week ago. After I wrote it, I felt better and thought that I could settle with just having it written. But then it still didn't leave me alone. So, I'm just going to put it out there.<br />Yes, I do finally remember what happened.<br />No, I still don't know who the guy was.<br />Yes, I'm oddly grateful this happened to me and not to my roommate.<br /><br />No, I still haven't gotten completely past the times I've been a "victim" (I kind of hate that word) and I don't think I ever will. I've had years of dealing with anxiety. I've had months of sleepless nights from the guilt, blaming myself, and/or thinking I deserved it. I've had weeks of feeling numb. I've had days where I just can't will myself out of bed. I've had moments of wanting to cut off all those who care about me.<br />But I have also had years of love and support from family. I've recently had months where I've learned to stop feeling guilty. I've had weeks of being anxiety-free. I've had days where I've been blissfully happy and optimistic. And I've had moments of hope.<br /><br />And No, this isn't "what happened to me that made me gay."MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-32293297990814074822011-03-25T08:29:00.000-06:002011-03-25T08:49:30.560-06:00This Is How We Do It: Grey's RecapThere's a lot to be annoyed at Shonda about in this episode (and, yeah, a lot to love Shonda for too...), but the worst offense: I now have that Montell Jordan song stuck in my head.<br /><br />Side Note: I thought Ed Ornelas did a brilliant job of directing this episode... just sayin'<br /><br />*Not gonna lie... I was a bit excited about how the episode started with sexy underwear. Well, I was less excited when I found out who it belonged to...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0VFzxvGlPB0/TYyfyfsUT3I/AAAAAAAADhI/4KHYH7qZp3E/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0VFzxvGlPB0/TYyfyfsUT3I/AAAAAAAADhI/4KHYH7qZp3E/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588016927509598066" border="0" /></a>*I did roll my eyes a bit at how Arizona and Callie voted out Mark about keeping the sex of the baby a secret. But that's just because a. I hate surprises and b. I like being prepared.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNb59Jz0_4k/TYyfygUQ8hI/AAAAAAAADhQ/VKOPg1SGZAY/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNb59Jz0_4k/TYyfygUQ8hI/AAAAAAAADhQ/VKOPg1SGZAY/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588016927677149714" border="0" /></a>Arizona thinks that Callie is way too excited for the baby shower.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OU-OUzcpvC0/TYyfyxlJ5_I/AAAAAAAADhY/tIzYuUL0aBY/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OU-OUzcpvC0/TYyfyxlJ5_I/AAAAAAAADhY/tIzYuUL0aBY/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588016932311394290" border="0" /></a>Ummm, Arizona... It's free stuff!<br /><br />Arizona forgot to invite Lucy to the baby shower...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNhOWGSCph8/TYyfzPLxaRI/AAAAAAAADhg/ZKnwTTqDlJM/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNhOWGSCph8/TYyfzPLxaRI/AAAAAAAADhg/ZKnwTTqDlJM/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588016940257995026" border="0" /></a>Awkward<br /><br />Lucy: I’ll see if I can make it.<br />Callie gives her “the look.”<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8fFmOA5CiQM/TYyfzCY9iZI/AAAAAAAADho/o9DdH8-9-kc/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8fFmOA5CiQM/TYyfzCY9iZI/AAAAAAAADho/o9DdH8-9-kc/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588016936823654802" border="0" /></a>Lucy: I’ll make it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r25bm07-BzE/TYyha5aCQtI/AAAAAAAADhw/k_ggqQZQosw/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r25bm07-BzE/TYyha5aCQtI/AAAAAAAADhw/k_ggqQZQosw/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588018721118634706" border="0" /></a>Oh for cute.<br /><br />*Owen: You are very beautiful.<br />Cristina: Oh, screw ‘beautiful,’ I’m brilliant. If you want to appease me, compliment my brain.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwXjsbxAtU8/TYyhbD2AyuI/AAAAAAAADh4/nY9uhe3TTs4/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwXjsbxAtU8/TYyhbD2AyuI/AAAAAAAADh4/nY9uhe3TTs4/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588018723920333538" border="0" /></a>WORD<br /><br />*April & The Biscuit<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j4maCLJP5sc/TYyhbRZmPrI/AAAAAAAADiA/ps19HB19KBg/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j4maCLJP5sc/TYyhbRZmPrI/AAAAAAAADiA/ps19HB19KBg/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588018727559249586" border="0" /></a>Girl, you get your flirt on. Seriously, why do I always ship Peter MacNicol with everyone? Ally McBeal & April Keppner...<br /><br />*Cut to preparation for the baby shower... Arizona/Mark tension and Callie isn't pleased... <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPrwFKeYXqM/TYyhbv77u0I/AAAAAAAADiI/6BmWegk4mL8/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPrwFKeYXqM/TYyhbv77u0I/AAAAAAAADiI/6BmWegk4mL8/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588018735756327746" border="0" /></a>What else is new?<br /><br />Arizona: Did you want a scrapbook station?<br />Callie: Oh yeah, of course.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DSfkieWTJ_o/TYyhbiuND-I/AAAAAAAADiQ/lnpapprR1iQ/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DSfkieWTJ_o/TYyhbiuND-I/AAAAAAAADiQ/lnpapprR1iQ/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588018732209082338" border="0" /></a>Mark's Face: Smug as heck.<br />Arizona's Face: I'mma cut you.<br />*I'm not gonna lie... I also get that excited about glitter pens...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lsllPWp3fT4/TYyi9jbRplI/AAAAAAAADiY/RoPstEgoVvg/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lsllPWp3fT4/TYyi9jbRplI/AAAAAAAADiY/RoPstEgoVvg/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588020416025306706" border="0" /></a>*Baby Shower!!! The scrapbooking thing really does make me laugh. Utah is pretty much the scrapbooking capital of the world...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykcBJqaHuxk/TYyi9xDafSI/AAAAAAAADig/g4_bxhW8KF8/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ykcBJqaHuxk/TYyi9xDafSI/AAAAAAAADig/g4_bxhW8KF8/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588020419683319074" border="0" /></a>And the panda onesie!!! Oh my cute!<br />Arizona speaks the truth: Baby showers are annoying. And Mark should shut up.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VbbgBjcrClg/TYyi-TZR9hI/AAAAAAAADio/5-ZTy-LSxJo/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VbbgBjcrClg/TYyi-TZR9hI/AAAAAAAADio/5-ZTy-LSxJo/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588020428901840402" border="0" /></a>Side Note: Mark and Karev just prove why boys should not be allowed at baby showers!<br />Seriously, when Arizona was putting the balloon up her scrubs, I just thought some pervy stuff about another yellow oval-shaped thing going up her shirt (Answer: my head, haha).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NYModr7-xuU/TYyi-ma36qI/AAAAAAAADiw/PmLKxZxdFQY/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NYModr7-xuU/TYyi-ma36qI/AAAAAAAADiw/PmLKxZxdFQY/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588020434008795810" border="0" /></a>Two people look adorable in this picture and another person looks frumpy and stoned...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0miEI1AWLw/TYyi-207OTI/AAAAAAAADi4/Xp1txYMLYws/s1600/16.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0miEI1AWLw/TYyi-207OTI/AAAAAAAADi4/Xp1txYMLYws/s320/16.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588020438413031730" border="0" /></a>Onesie decorating!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o5pIwT1L4es/TYylHFgA_BI/AAAAAAAADjA/lFsqVTbwpOM/s1600/17.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o5pIwT1L4es/TYylHFgA_BI/AAAAAAAADjA/lFsqVTbwpOM/s320/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588022778814069778" border="0" /></a>Oh, Meredith...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tno_MfNXl2E/TYylHYH5I4I/AAAAAAAADjI/b5gIwakUy0Q/s1600/18.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tno_MfNXl2E/TYylHYH5I4I/AAAAAAAADjI/b5gIwakUy0Q/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588022783813165954" border="0" /></a>Lexie: Are you still blind?<br />*Elsewhere in SGMW...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYBJV2hjp70/TYylHcEhBxI/AAAAAAAADjQ/RoXARwoJNEE/s1600/19.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYBJV2hjp70/TYylHcEhBxI/AAAAAAAADjQ/RoXARwoJNEE/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588022784872744722" border="0" /></a>A man teaches everyone how to be a good gay son ("<a href="http://www.hark.com/clips/kpwxmrdhwl-i-want-to-be-a-good-gay-son">Like Dick Cheney's daughter</a>") and a woman teaches everyone how to be a good parent to a good gay son. (Not gonna a lie, I may have gotten a little teary-eyed here...)<br />*Callie gives Arizona a thoughtful little trip to a B&B for the two of them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqQkH1Aovek/TYylHypLD3I/AAAAAAAADjY/O0yza-mC8eU/s1600/20.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqQkH1Aovek/TYylHypLD3I/AAAAAAAADjY/O0yza-mC8eU/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588022790932074354" border="0" /></a> But Arizona has to be a Debbie Downer with talk of responsibility. Lame. (C'mon, Arizona, think of the amazing 20 minute long sex session...)<br />But then... <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MwwWIqpK0CE/TYylIGWR7aI/AAAAAAAADjg/fv7T2-O_Akc/s1600/21.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MwwWIqpK0CE/TYylIGWR7aI/AAAAAAAADjg/fv7T2-O_Akc/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588022796221541794" border="0" /></a>Super Magic Smile.<br />At first, I thought this moment was weaksauce (Note Callie's awkwardness and the lame cheek kiss), but then...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zFqqmgBqmo/TYynonHaEfI/AAAAAAAADjo/JmwHaQ2zmOk/s1600/22.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zFqqmgBqmo/TYynonHaEfI/AAAAAAAADjo/JmwHaQ2zmOk/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588025553796600306" border="0" /></a>The cutest onesie of my life.<br />*Me, Shouting: Shat, don't drive anywhere! We DO NOT drive places!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Az8B4KkcHA/TYynozx69DI/AAAAAAAADjw/kC7GaZ1q7_k/s1600/23.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Az8B4KkcHA/TYynozx69DI/AAAAAAAADjw/kC7GaZ1q7_k/s320/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588025557196141618" border="0" /></a>Then... Me: Aww, look at Arizona looking at Callie lovingly.<br />Then... Me: Don't look at Callie! Eyes on the road and, yes, keep your hands at ten and two!<br /><br />In other news, both Sara and JCap looked super gorgey in this scene. Seriously... wow.<br /><br />Arizona gets annoyed at Callie texting Mark.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EAKkDbRykGM/TYynpJsbsKI/AAAAAAAADj4/Mnm5-i6qJyg/s1600/24.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EAKkDbRykGM/TYynpJsbsKI/AAAAAAAADj4/Mnm5-i6qJyg/s320/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588025563078701218" border="0" /></a>Me: Put ze seatbelt... *on* <--channeling Teri Garr as Inga in <span style="font-style: italic;">Young Frankenstein </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFSSIrOE814/TYynpQe78DI/AAAAAAAADkA/531zH0WIN-U/s1600/25.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFSSIrOE814/TYynpQe78DI/AAAAAAAADkA/531zH0WIN-U/s320/25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588025564901142578" border="0" /></a>Pouty face!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GHGIb2McS0/TYynpl-OeaI/AAAAAAAADkI/umHytD-udF4/s1600/26.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GHGIb2McS0/TYynpl-OeaI/AAAAAAAADkI/umHytD-udF4/s320/26.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588025570669525410" border="0" /></a>Pretty profiles<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5sBuPuqQqs/TYyppigKSII/AAAAAAAADkQ/oERyFPhXPf8/s1600/27.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5sBuPuqQqs/TYyppigKSII/AAAAAAAADkQ/oERyFPhXPf8/s320/27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588027768761370754" border="0" /></a>Yeah, yeah... Same old story... Mark's the worst.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1NAfzQl5R0/TYypp3ZRcCI/AAAAAAAADkY/5QgFW7TCeSI/s1600/28.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1NAfzQl5R0/TYypp3ZRcCI/AAAAAAAADkY/5QgFW7TCeSI/s320/28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588027774369624098" border="0" /></a>So, Callie says she'll do anything to prove her love to Arizona.<br />Angry, gorgey contemplation...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8lcKRrgxqQ/TYypqCmgIyI/AAAAAAAADkg/XXOH-W4UrFM/s1600/29.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8lcKRrgxqQ/TYypqCmgIyI/AAAAAAAADkg/XXOH-W4UrFM/s320/29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588027777377903394" border="0" /></a>Arizona: Marry me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGb8IgUWgas/TYypqWDC5fI/AAAAAAAADko/IbxgLRzvSPA/s1600/30.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGb8IgUWgas/TYypqWDC5fI/AAAAAAAADko/IbxgLRzvSPA/s320/30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588027782597895666" border="0" /></a>Callie/Me When I First Heard About This Happening: What?<br />Arizona: I mean it. I love you more than anything and I want more. I want commitments; I want rings. So... marry me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDGHQlKm4VE/TYypqotPzYI/AAAAAAAADkw/yB-gwEnN49Y/s1600/31.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDGHQlKm4VE/TYypqotPzYI/AAAAAAAADkw/yB-gwEnN49Y/s320/31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588027787606740354" border="0" /></a>Me: This moment is precious and all, but... YOU ARE CURRENTLY OPERATING AN AUTOMOBILE!<br />Aaaand:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVrj2JfyBng/TYyqft-RvuI/AAAAAAAADk8/NkPrEqazme0/s1600/32.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVrj2JfyBng/TYyqft-RvuI/AAAAAAAADk8/NkPrEqazme0/s320/32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588028699553414882" border="0" /></a>Me:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ2b6DVN4QA/TYyqf629krI/AAAAAAAADlE/ZUrGcVkv5JM/s1600/scream.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ2b6DVN4QA/TYyqf629krI/AAAAAAAADlE/ZUrGcVkv5JM/s320/scream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588028703012393650" border="0" /></a><br />Next Week: Grey's Musical!!! ... !MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003359636247030203.post-62281714005887233352011-03-20T00:37:00.007-06:002011-03-20T01:00:46.504-06:00iSunday Post!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunday, March 20</span><br /></div>*Happy Birthday, Cathy DeBuono!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDcL5vWRlnQ/TYWjaXNOSVI/AAAAAAAADfo/HJJOUk9DuEE/s1600/CathyJill.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDcL5vWRlnQ/TYWjaXNOSVI/AAAAAAAADfo/HJJOUk9DuEE/s320/CathyJill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586050586124372306" border="0" /></a>In related news, I've forgiven her for stealing Jill Bennett because they're super cute together.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tuesday, March 22</span><br /></div>*Sarah Chalke will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">Conan</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dkj1E3ZhBA4/TYWk8ysSprI/AAAAAAAADhA/OROCqCbXoDE/s1600/Sarah%2BChalke.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dkj1E3ZhBA4/TYWk8ysSprI/AAAAAAAADhA/OROCqCbXoDE/s320/Sarah%2BChalke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586052277129619122" border="0" /></a>*And happy birthday, Reese Witherspoon!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3M-ug_z6ZGM/TYWk80IkyDI/AAAAAAAADg4/LxnxOvE7GmI/s1600/Reese%2BWitherspoon.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3M-ug_z6ZGM/TYWk80IkyDI/AAAAAAAADg4/LxnxOvE7GmI/s320/Reese%2BWitherspoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586052277516683314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wednesday, March 23</span><br /></div>*Happy Birthday, Keri Russell!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TI4nbotu5RA/TYWkQPNnt_I/AAAAAAAADgQ/LBsKzlV3vJA/s1600/Keri%2BRussell.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TI4nbotu5RA/TYWkQPNnt_I/AAAAAAAADgQ/LBsKzlV3vJA/s320/Keri%2BRussell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586051511691491314" border="0" /></a>Seriously? Hot.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thursday, March 24</span><br /></div>*Jeri Ryan will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">The Talk</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyJHINoDV3c/TYWjbE3B-sI/AAAAAAAADf4/pF6xNPMhID0/s1600/Jeri%2BRyan.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyJHINoDV3c/TYWjbE3B-sI/AAAAAAAADf4/pF6xNPMhID0/s320/Jeri%2BRyan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586050598379322050" border="0" /></a>P.S. Watch her and Dana Delany on <span style="font-style: italic;">Body of Proof</span>!<br />*Rachel Maddow will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">Jimmy Fallon</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V8264xnk7ek/TYWkQj-qBvI/AAAAAAAADgg/NRlU8HLHZzk/s1600/Maddow.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V8264xnk7ek/TYWkQj-qBvI/AAAAAAAADgg/NRlU8HLHZzk/s320/Maddow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586051517265872626" border="0" /></a>Relevant fact: Rachel Maddow is a lesbian!<br />*Penelope Cruz will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">Jimmy Kimmel</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-atYAktbXSrw/TYWk8gqFoCI/AAAAAAAADgw/-3b7mnptf8w/s1600/Peeneelopee%2BCruz.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-atYAktbXSrw/TYWk8gqFoCI/AAAAAAAADgw/-3b7mnptf8w/s320/Peeneelopee%2BCruz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586052272288538658" border="0" /></a>I almost want to see the new Pirates just 'cause of her....<br />*Happy Birthday, Alyson Hannigan and Lara Flynn Boyle!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsFy9YWaCVE/TYWjaMgqQYI/AAAAAAAADfg/PHo3MvhiNa4/s1600/Alyson%2BHannigan.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsFy9YWaCVE/TYWjaMgqQYI/AAAAAAAADfg/PHo3MvhiNa4/s320/Alyson%2BHannigan.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586050583253107074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t2qoKF772kc/TYWkQaL0yAI/AAAAAAAADgY/-b6tQP7lYR8/s1600/Lara%2BFlynn%2BBoyle.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t2qoKF772kc/TYWkQaL0yAI/AAAAAAAADgY/-b6tQP7lYR8/s320/Lara%2BFlynn%2BBoyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586051514636748802" border="0" /></a>(The pic I wanted to use for LFB was a little saucy, but I might post it on tumblr...)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friday, March 25</span><br /></div>*Kate Winslet will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">The View</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-56b1VCj9fP8/TYWjbftztmI/AAAAAAAADgA/H6zKquE7ngM/s1600/Kate%2BWinslet.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-56b1VCj9fP8/TYWjbftztmI/AAAAAAAADgA/H6zKquE7ngM/s320/Kate%2BWinslet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586050605588395618" border="0" /></a>I actually don't care much for her (don't hate me), but... I think I like her haircut (undecided)<br />*Elizabeth Berkley will be on <span style="font-style: italic;">The Talk</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EkFAf6h76F0/TYWja9cTySI/AAAAAAAADfw/TDuyp4j6sRQ/s1600/Elizabeth%2BJBeals.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EkFAf6h76F0/TYWja9cTySI/AAAAAAAADfw/TDuyp4j6sRQ/s320/Elizabeth%2BJBeals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586050596388194594" border="0" /></a>Look! Her and JBeals! (I only saw <span style="font-style: italic;">Roger Dodger</span> for the two of them... and I do like Campbell Scott...)<br />*Annnd it's Marcia Cross's birthday!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzSMYhLMTDA/TYWkQ_UrqdI/AAAAAAAADgo/O_lZMiVuKio/s1600/Marcia%2BCross.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzSMYhLMTDA/TYWkQ_UrqdI/AAAAAAAADgo/O_lZMiVuKio/s320/Marcia%2BCross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586051524606011858" border="0" /></a>Related Note: Redheads are HOT!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday, March 26</span><br /></div>*It's Keira Knightley's birthday!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WtHSIQfHojc/TYWkP4lKyGI/AAAAAAAADgI/T833S3KZwf8/s1600/Keira%2BKnightley.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WtHSIQfHojc/TYWkP4lKyGI/AAAAAAAADgI/T833S3KZwf8/s320/Keira%2BKnightley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586051505616242786" border="0" /></a>MormonLesbianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08448003491822671773noreply@blogger.com3