Kayte Christensen: Confessions of a T.V. Addict

Please tell me what it is with women who hit on men even though they KNOW they have a girlfriend or a wife or whatever. I don't know what is worse, the cheating man or the conniving woman. Anyway, I told myself that after last weeks' journal that was laced with sarcasm I was going to prove to all of you I'm not a bitter woman who can't get a date. So, excuse me while I count to ten... All I have to say about the whole situation is that I am very proud of Chandler for not giving in to the Miss Oklahoma runner-up.

Now on to better, happier subjects. Let's talk about Christmas. Is it not the best time of the year? I am so excited about this Christmas because it is the first time in five years that I get to go home and spend more than three or four days with my family. That is what is so great about the WNBA. Well, it's not the only thing but we all know what I'm talking about. As I was saying, since our season is during the summer the only holiday it affects is the 4th of July.

So the best part about Christmas for me is giving presents. Don't get me wrong, I love to receive presents, but giving them can be so much fun. Before I leave for home my two roommates, Kristen and Danny, and I are going to exchange presents. We drew names so we only buy for one person but we buy a serious gift and a funny gift. Anyone who knows me well knows exactly what kind of store I am going to invade to find my funny gift for my roommate. Those of you who don't know me, use your imagination because I'm positive there are some things you can't even put up on the Internet. The thing I will really miss about this Christmas however is the team Christmas party my college team has every year. My favorite part was finding out what gag gift our assistant very Christian coach Cori ended up with. I think my first year she got a special pair of panties, the next year she got a life-sized blow-up alien, one year she got a pair of white paten leather go-go boots. Last year's present was by far the best yet. She ended up with a Santa Clause soap dispenser with a phallic symbol, if you will. Those gifts make Joey and Chandler's toilet seat covers they gave to Phoebe look like the best present ever.

As tonight's episode alluded to, one of the best parts of receiving gifts at Christmas is finding out what that one person who you can always depend on to give you a gift that either, (1) you would never expect or (2) you will never use, actually ends up getting you. So you could say that my Mom is definitely the Joey of my family. Don't get me wrong, my Mom is the reason Christmas at my house is wonderful. She gives some of the greatest gifts you could possibly hope for. But she also gives some of the weirdest gifts. (Mom�hope you know, I got nothin' but love for ya!!!) One year I got a gift worse than the windshield wipers Joey gave to Rachel. My Mom bought me a black leather bubble gum case with my initials in gold writing. I didn't know whether she was trying to tell me something or if I am really that hard to shop for. I hope I'm just hard to shop for�but you know what, if it's not the I'm hard to shop for thing, that would explain the can't get a date problem I seem to be having.

But enough about bad breath and gag gifts, let's talk about tonight's episode a little bit more. Being a female I'm a little bit more inclined to like the romantic part of the show. When you're in love, there is nothing worse than spending a holiday away from the one you love, especially your favorite holiday. It seems like Chandler's job in Tulsa has done nothing but put strain on his and Monica's new marriage. Tonight was the straw that broke the camel's back. Chandler had to spend both Christmas and New Year's Eve in Tulsa going over the end of the year "WENIS" numbers. And as I promised, I am going to skip the adulteress Wendy and her attempts at winning Chandler over by stealing a ham from the office party down stairs. But I hate to say it. It is almost a good thing that she came on to Chandler because I think it made him realize what his marriage means to him. Even though he quit his job and has no idea what he is going to do to make a living, he is going to be at home with his wife no matter what. It's all I ever dreamed of: I want to get married, have an unemployed husband that will always be there messing up my house that I get to support. Why are things so perfect in the movies?!?!!!

Missed last week's Confessions of a T.V. Addict? Read Kayte's thoughts on Friends (and the Golden Girls).

Read Kayte's "Christensen Chronicles" journal entries from the 2002 season:

Entry nine Entry eight Entry seven

Entry six Entry five Entry four

Entry three Entry two Entry one