Monday, August 31, 2009
un Gancho al Corazón 8/31/9 Fangs...a Lot
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You were having fun with alliteration last night, weren't you!? Bewildered brain bender...great description of our psych. And I missed the little detail of his scooping up the dropped pill and popping that one also.
And "rodential companions"! I think even our Dr. Schniztler might like that one...if he were still around that is.
My husband thought I was absolutely nuts last night. He was in the other room watching an old Maverick episode when I just started laughing....LOUD...and couldn't stop.
For some reason the scene between Nieves and Beto when she tells him she has bad news and he says...WHAT!? I'M ADOPTED!??? just set me off. The basic telenovela cliché but also every kid's secret fear (and let's not forget, Beto's still a kid). Wow, the humor in this one is crazy.
And Lordy, they'll say ANYTHING. I could be wrong but I thought Dr. Brainbender asked Beto if his mom had breast fed him and he said yes, till age 8....and that's why he liked older women. Good grief! It's Saturday Night Live at 7 pm.
And was that a Spanish accent that Estrella was faking in her maintenance lady schtick? Couldn't tell if it was a lisp or she was pretending to be from the olde country.
Anyway, great episode, great recap. Love it that we can enjoy this one twice together, amigo.
Liked the hiding in plain sight: Beto outside the doctor's office and Sal behind the potted plant.
Nieves is taking the overprotective lioness a little too far. The grab and throw of Moni went too far.
Loved how Connie grabbed her bag when Beto was captured. Her concern for his well being was underwhelming.
Estrella and Ximena shone in their brief moments last night.
Now, who was that handsome hunk in the preview???
Diana in MA
What a great way to start the day...
Diana in MA
And yes, I was delighted too to see the new hunk. After all, if the guys are getting an eyefull (and what an eyefull!) of Anastasia, we should have some equal opportunity fantasy offering. And we SURRRRRRE do.
suggested packing a bottle with his lunch. Turned out that he decided that he could do without it at school but continued having one as soon as he got home. Sort of a kiddie Miller Time.
Diana, Susanlynn needs to be alerted about the new guy. When I first saw him I thought they had added Duncan McLeod from Highlander to the show, what with his good looks and long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. Should be fun.
Carlos
I loved how Mauricio had time to put on his seat belt before barreling through the warehouse door. Safety first, especially when driving into the middle of a shoot-out!
The handsome new guy looks familiar. Do we know him from somewhere?
Carlos, I just read your breast-feeding story...truth is stranger than fiction, eh? Thanks amigo, fantastic recap!
This week I was able to post without problems, and thanks to some clear instructions from Hombre, was even able to post it to the sidebar. Life is good.
Carlos
Judy you are right, Estrella was faking a spanish accent, wich makes no sense, but I found it hilarious.
Carlos, the doctor was telling his client about how he couldn't understand his dreams about a goat playing a piano with its horns and that not even Freud had studied that.
Jarocha.
I remember when I was four years old, watching a younger neighbor child (maybe l8 months) walk around chugging a bottle and thinking that would be such fun. Mom wouldn't hear of it, alas.
This crazy show is a marvelous antidote to the horrors I read in the metro section of the paper and the heartwrenching stories that come through on our church prayer line. Thanks for bringing it all to life again for us this morning. And I LOVE your doctor stories. Keep 'em coming.
As for recognizing Estrella's accent, well, I'm glad to recognize that they're speaking Spanish.
Carlos
I thought those two rats were sort of cute, looking very placid, although Beto pretended they were frightening.
I also liked how Ximena was repelled by Beto's odor, but Connie didn't notice it at all.
Estrella sure can whip up a costume fast, no? Maybe we could start a tally of all the disguises and outfits she (and Moni) have used. We had nurses, geishas, strippers, greek goddesses, Charlie Chaplin, French noblewomen, Estrella was a superfresa (voice only), and now the electrician. Love it!
I loved the 'rescue' scene. Here are my three reasons why Mau fastened his seatbelt. 1. His mama said the car wouldn't start unless he was buckled up. 2. Even Mau can recognize a sturdy looking door. 3. He realized that if the doors were reinforced and he bounced off, he couldn't afford another blow to his poor punkin' haid!!
Notice there wasn't a scratch on his big ole car...
Enjoyed the picture of you, Mike and Sylvia posted the other day. It was so nice you all got to meet.
Diana in MA
Has anyone else noticed that villains tend to hold pistols w/ the grip horizontal, while good guys tend to hold the grip vertical?
I'm starting to let go of my prejudices re grown up slovenly guys who live with their mommies and Ximena's adolescent eye-rolling and just enjoy this show one episode at a time. PLEASE don't let this series go "dark" on us!! No mas QE, no mas Tontas!
Thanks, Carlos! I'm convinced you (and Hombre) must have been recappers in previous incarnations.
Beto's dependency issues still make me want to slap him, but I love Ximena. Blowing kisses at Beto as he is kidnapped? Sublime.
Julia, it must be a trait of Brit-mobiles. My first car was a '68 MGB and it taught me many a lesson about what can go wrong. Years later, a guy loaned me his Jaguar for a week and it seemed to require as much oil as it did gasoline.
Emilia..love your THREE reasons. Ximenia is catching.
Mike, my first car was a '58 MGA which I bought for $500 in 1965. It was the most troublesome and yet the most fun car that I've owned. I didn't need to replace the battery when it conked out because it had a manual crank as well. I still dream about that car.
Carlos
Mike, don't knock the Brits - you are having one of their favorite meals this evening!! Also, our 1980 Ford Cortina was a great little car, as I remember. Tended to stall at intersections if you didn't ride the clutch a bit, but whatever...
My first car was a very used Morris Minor ($400), convertible. Burned oil like a sonuvabitch. I carried oil and an opener and just kept pouring it in every 100 miles or so on long trips.
The valve tappets were ground down too tight (I have no idea what that means) and when I explained that to the young man manning the pumps in Minnesota (my long trip) I think he was ready to ask me to marry him. His ideal woman!
Nah...don't dream about that car. But still miss my Volkwagon "Champagne Edition" bus that we bought in '78. Thank God we never had a front end collision in it.
I like the new one, but I still kind of miss the old one...it was a little zippier.
What could we be having?
Could it be Black Pudding? Bangers and Mash? Bubble and Squeak? Spotted Dick, perhaps? Or perennial favorite, Shepherd's Pie?
I once had a summer job and the other summer guy had this little red MG...needless to say, it took both of us to go run the office errands around town.
I like the crazy psychiatrist plotline. They could really go a lot of places with this.
Jarocha
Then there's that gloomy period when they're driving mini-vans (and now big ass SUV's) with little shiney kids spilling chocolate frosties and french fries all over the carpet.
Then the kids leave for college or dad gets a divorce and it's red sports car all over again. But Grecian Formula and Viagra notwithstanding, it's never the same. You're only young once.
Spotted Dick is just gross.
Carlos
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