I’ve had a few shows over the past 10 years, that I’ve really loved. You know the ones where you connect personally with the characters in a manner some might find unhealthy? But, if I had to pick one, as my favorite (I’d probably kick and scream begging you to not make me limit it to just one) But, if I had to pick one, than I’d probably say it was Alias. I remember when Scott and I first started watching, the show was already a few seasons in (which is the best way to start watching a show b/c we watched the first 2 seasons on DVD). I don’t even want to tell you how quickly we blew through those 21 episodes, staying up way later than we should for just one more.
I loved it.
Alias nights quickly became one of my favorite nights of the week, as we’d sit curled up on the catching watching Jennifer Gardner get the bad guys.
And here’s where I offer you my secret confession. In my head, when I watched her strut around in those crazy outfits with her blue hair and high heel shoes, in my head, I thought, “I could so be her.”
I know… stop laughing… please…
But do you ever do that sometimes? Have this version of you in your head that is so way cooler and so waaaay unrealistic? It happens whenever I play volleyball too. In my head, I am suddenly this awesome athlete that dives on the ground hitting the ball up setting it perfectly for my team mate to spike on the other team. When in reality, I am just giddy if I actually make contact with the ball in an appropriate way (rather than say, getting hit in the face). Reality is often a cruel intrusion.
But, back to me in my high heel shoes karate chopping the bad guys as I sneak off with the secrets of some terrorist organization.
I am a sucker for anything CIA, FBI, or any other acronym with I in it. If it’s a redbox night and I’m picking and I see any of the above acronyms you can bet that’s my pick. “What’s the movie about Crystal?” “I don’t know some CIA thing.” My heart is racing as they sneak into the building to steal the secrets… I can’t believe it when they go snooping through the stuff while the people are in the next room… How do they do that?
Lately, my movie obsession has crossed over into my book reading as well. Last week I plowed through the first 4 books in the Gallagher Girl series. OK, here is where my obsession perhaps starts to get a little embarrassing, as it leads me back into the world of Young Adult Fiction. But, truthfully, I’ve found that I like young adult fiction. (Hunger Games anyone?) It’s clean which I appreciate and an easy read. Anyway, Gallagher Girls is a cute series about a top secret spy school for high school girls. A tad adolescent, I know, but by book 3 and 4 I found myself up past midnight with my little book light on eager to read on. This weekend, I read a more adult CIA fiction book, which I would describe as realistic fiction. It gave a much less glamorized view of the spy life than that I’d seen on TV. And while I did enjoy it, I found myself forlornly telling Scott, “I don’t think I have what it takes to be a spy.”
Again, stop with the laughing.
It’s always hard when reality comes intruding again. I had this really cool image of myself with this awesome cover (minivan driving stay at home mom) who could totally kick but with a handgun, keep cool under pressure, and karate chop better than Daniel-son. And truthfully, I find myself realizing, I could NEVER lie to my husband, spot a tail, or shoot a bad guy. But, I’d love to file their paper work. Now that would be a dream job!
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