Wednesday, Bravo made me really happy. They replayed the first season of Top Chef. I really enjoy that show. I have watched every season and I still think that it is the best. My favorite chef was Stephen Asprinio. He didn't win. He made it to the top five. Stephen knows wine and certainly knows how to dress.
Also Wednesday was the finale of America's Next Top Model cycle 11. Since the beginning, I really liked McKey. She was never in the bottom two and always had a fabulous photo. On the finale she was named the winner over Samantha. Her CoverGirl photo was great and I think that put her over the top.
Last night I was so excited about the dinner I made. I made meatloaf. I haven't made it in a couple of years because I always thought I lost the recipe. I didn't. I was looking through a cookbook earlier this week and found it. Usually, I don't make dinner unless it comes out of a box or a bag. When it is more then that, my husband makes dinner. I prepared the meat and made the potatoes. The hour wait to eat was worth it. The meatloaf tasted the way that I remembered it growing up, delicious. Now that I know that I have the recipe, I could eat it everyday.
This morning, I took my car to get an oil change. When I handed my keys over, I was told it would take an hour. I brought along my book to pass the time. I walked into the waiting area and sat down. The first thing I hear is the TV. It was really loud. But it always is. They must turn it up because they think not everyone can hear it. To drown out the noise of the TV, I put in my earphones, turned on my iPod and opened my book. The sound of the TV was distracting me from reading. I read and reread the same paragraph for a couple of minutes. I finally concentrated on the words and was able to turn the page. At one point, I looked up at the TV to see what time it was. I was amazed that 40 minutes had passed so quickly. Many thanks to my book.
Shortly after that a woman walked into the waiting area with her son who was about 3 or 4. She sat down and he immediately ran over to the toy box. He instantly started going through all of the toys. He would get them out of the box, walk across the waiting area to his mother and set down the toy. Then he would go back to the toy box and do it again. After a while he grew tired of the toys. He picked up one and threw it in the toy box. He walked back over to his mother and started throwing toys from across the room. They didn't make it into the toy box. He walked back over near the toy box and started throwing every other toy. Most of them didn't make it back into the box. They landed in a pile to the side of the toy box. The entire time this boy was throwing the toys, his mother was on her cell phone. She didn't tell him to stop or even look in his direction. Just as long as he wasn't bothering her. My name was called moments later. I was so happy my car was done so I could leave. I don't know how much longer I could have sat there while this kid was throwing toys and his mother did nothing about it.
Photos of Stephen and McKey.
McKey photo credit: www.cwtv.com
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