rehab

This is the house we went knocking around in that I loved, a rehab in an up and coming part of town.  It was fun to see it coming together, to see all the nice little touches.

But now, I wish I’d never seen it.

Every day here in Nashville, hundreds of people are looking for simple things to make their lives a little easier, a little more comfortable. From socks to drinking water to a toilet, these folks wander the streets of Nashville, hoping that someone will be able to fulfill their most basic of needs.

I was wrong.

Back in January, I hammered the reality television show Celebrity Rehab, but also that I completely forget what is on my television set sometimes, I started watching the show with one eye on the tube and the other doing whatever I do.

And then I noticed I had two eyes planted on it after a few showings.

Do you know how many times over the past two days I’ve put on a BAD British accent and said “For My Blake, Incarcerated” to BHE…too many times, and it never gets old. OK, it never gets old to me…

I missed Foo Fighters at the Grammy hoopla due to ongoing Bear and Monkey illness (they were checking into some serious On Demand toonage) but I caught on youtube if you want a looksie:

Hello there, fellow fans and tv addicts!