I just got an email from a friend that this house she wanted, she was approved for. She signs the papers on Thursday. I am so excited for her! It looks like a great little house. Hard woods, yard, just great.

I know very much what it is like to get really good news about something that you want and how great a feeling it is.

In other news, I just watched Intervention on A&E. I am completely nauseous. For a lot of reasons. This was so hard to watch these people's lives spiraling out of control on camera. It was so incredibly sad to watch the guy get money from his parents, go to Western Union to cash the check (which is supposed to go to pay off an outstanding debt), drive to Vegas and blame the casinos that he lost. Then say, because of this madness that his parents by their simple genetics and being his parents should bail him out again and again. It just made me sick. I know that it is super easy to sit on my couch and judge this dude (and that is the point of the show a bit I am sure) but man oh man... the entitlement this guy feels for himself and that he blames everyone else (which is the nature of his addiction pattern to be sure). Of course he checked himself out of rehab after three weeks.

Then to watch this actress loose her career, her savings, and be on so much medication to mask her panic issues, her OCD and her depression and then watch her shop compulsively was so sad. And to hear a shop owner/worker woman say she feels badly for this woman and her issues but later you see (in the editing of the segment) her ringing up a 600 dollar sale and taking her money. Oy. THAT.... THAT is why I freakin hate LA (really it could have been anywhere to be honest, but it was LA and well that is one of the reasons). Give the actress diazapam and prozac, take her savings and then get her into rehab to have the insurance company (freakin' SAG) tell her she is cured after a month.

This madness. Made me really sickly feeling. I have had ALOT of crazy, alot of depressed, alot of drug addicted and alot of psuedo depressed but on medication anyways people in my life. They are mostly all gone and out of my life for whatever reasons (and to that I mostly say thankgawd) and this show only reinforced how hard a time that was for me. From about 1981 to say.... oh maybe 2003. Its been a relatively sane couple of years for me friends wise. Knock wood.

I have to be grateful that in all the things I have done in my life nothing really has latched on to me or I to it. I am so unbelieveably fortunate that I am not looking to fill any void with something else, that I am mentally stable enough to be able to deal with issues on a level that these people on this show weren't able.

I have to thank G*D that I am able to see the forest for the trees, deal with things in a relatively level headed manner, be sad when I have to but know how to get out of the spiral.

I hope perhaps maybe that is the point of that show a little bit too. It is strangely compeling on that level.

That being said I will never watch it again. Once was plenty.