Call Betty Ford

I've developed a new addiction.

First, let me say, I do not normally become addicted to anything but in Michigan I've developed a fondness for Kream Nut peanut butter, capilene long johns, silk camisoles (thanks, AuntiMe) and good snow boots. I've been known to go out of my way to get to Sweetwaters for a latte and brioche. And I slap your hand away if you try to touch the iPod (just kidding).

But now I think I am really addicted to the television show "Battlestar Galactica." That's right. BSG. A TV show on the Sci Fi Channel.

I've been reading about this show for two years in "Entertainment Weekly" where Gillian Flynn and Dalton Ross must have pajama parties on the nights it comes on. They are always raving about it.

But I've never watched it, figuring I have enough on my plate with "Lost" and whatever HBO series is current. I've never gotten into 24, Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives...none of it.
I'm just not that into TV. Until now.

A few weeks ago, we were channel surfing and the original miniseries/pilot was airing so we taped it to watch later. Well, I watched it one night when Zack was out and I was hooked.

So now I've been reading on Wikipedia and scifi.com to catch up and have actually...yes really...downloaded episodes...and watched them...on the iPod. (Does all that make me more of a geek?)

In all seriousness...because this is a rather silly addiction...it is a great story about love, survival and the general messiness of the human race. It's not about lasers (they don't have any) or such.

Check it out...I'll be waiting for you in Rancho Mirage.

Thanks for stopping by.