Things I like-the tivo season pass edition

It's time for Things I like part 3. And I'm going to do something revolutionary, I'm going to go through and list ALL of my tivo season passes. Now I won't list Doug's or Michael's (yes, we tivo shows for Michael, shut up). In the past I have mentioned I have terrible taste in television. And I do. And I watch a lot of it. So, read and weep. And feel free to leave in the comments what you think this says about me, besides that I am a TV loving lunatic. In order- 1. General Hospital-my mom watched this from the first day it was ever on and watched it throughout my whole childhood. It's my 40 minutes to myself, everyday. 2. Grey's Anatomy-who doesn't love this show? 3. Heroes-one of the few shoes Doug and I watch together. 4. Gilmore Girls-I know it went off the air, but I can't bear to delete the season pass. It's like admitting it. I kept the season pass to Sex and the City long after it was gone, and Friends too. I get very attached to my television. 5. Friday Night Lights-best show on television right now. Hands down. 6. 24-the other show Doug and I watch together. Ironically, on opposite Hero's. I didn't like this season that much though. 7. Desperate Housewives-I am the only person left on the planet still watching this. It's not very good, but I'm loyal to my Season Passes. I just "watch" it while I'm doing something else, like blogging. 8. Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List-she is fucking laugh out loud, hysterical. I can't wait for this to start up again. 9. American Idol-I hated this season. This one might be going away. 10. The Showbiz Show with David Spade-soo funny. 11. Best Week Ever-a good thing to watch during Michael's weekend I'm not napping naps. But really, kind of dumb. 12.Brother and Sisters-I got into this late but really like it. I'm excited to catch up on the shows I missed over the summer. 13. The Daily Show-there is nothing to say, he's a G-d. 14. The Colbert Report-see above. 15. Tori and Dean: Inn Love-I'm pitiful, but this is a riot. 16. Traveler-really liked the Pilot, good summer series. I'm hoping I can convince Doug to start watching it with me. 17. Studio 60-Why bother? I started, why not finish. 18. The Starter Wife-loved the book. USA is doing a miniseries. 19. Reunited: Real World Vegas-Ok, stop laughing. No, I mean it. I dare anyone to open up your heart and soul and tivo and bare all like I just did. I might as well just have put up a naked picture of myself. (OK, maybe not.) In fact, I should start a new meme, what's on your tivo? So, what am I missing, what should I be watching?

Labels: Random TVness

Recovery

I've officially turned a corner on my problem. I went to a favorite boutique of mine yesterday. (Nothing cures the blues likes shopping). They had sent me a 20% coupon for my birthday. Even with the coupon, I could not buy one thing for under $100. Even a t-shirt. Look, I don't care if the t-shirt is designed by Mandy Moore, a $100 t-shirt is insane. I put the coupon back in my purse and walked out. I'm sure I'll check back in at a later date and see if there is anything more reasonably priced or maybe buy something for a special occasion. But just to spend, even with a coupon, no way! But I'm not in full recovery mode yet. I left there and went to Target to buy Michael more animals for his animal train. But I only spent $20. And how excited was I that Target had them on sale? As far as the road to recovery from being sick., I'm going to make a doctors appointment today. My sore throat and cough kept me up all night last night. I just want the doctor to rule out strep. My guess is it's viral, but I'd like someone with a medical degree to tell me that. But, as moms, don't you sometimes feel like you got a medical degree? I always know when Michael is really sick and he isn't, and when he needs an antibiotic and doesn't. I'm starting to feel the same with myself. Late addition: Yep viral. I'm glad I wasted an hour of my life and the $10 co-pay. I hate the whole, "it's viral, we can't do anything, hope you feel better" song and dance. I mean, I know it's viral, but don't you feel so much more reassured when your visits end with a prescription. It makes me feel like my visit was worth it and I'm on the way to getting better. I know antibiotics are over prescribed and all, I just want to know I can do something. I really am a control freak.

Bad idea

Next time I say, "hey, it's a long weekend, let's go to the beach house," remind me that it took 7 hours to get home from a place that is two and a half hours away. And, that Michael was sick all weekend and we ended up in an urgent care facility. And now I'm sick. I feel like I got run over by a mack truck. My head feels like it's full of cotton and aches, my throat burns, and my entire body hurts. I'm dizzy, nauseous, and feel like I may pass out at any moment. (And no, I'm not pregnant). I called in sick to work today and instead of doing laundry and unpacking, I'm going to go back to bed. I'm starting to feel like there is a black cloud hanging over my life. We had the worst vacation ever and Doug has a 3rd interview for a job he is not sure he wants but there are no other prospects. I want to move but we can't, and Michael is in the throws of the terrible twos. Look, I'm not trying to be dramatic or maudlin. I know there are people with real problems. Husbands are deployed, children die. My problems are nothing compared to that. Doug asked me the other day if I was happy. And I said yes, of course. Because I should be happy. Because everything is OK. Because I have a beautiful son, and a loving husband. I have a roof over my head, and more than enough money in the bank. So why can't I get out of this funk? Why do I feel like the g-ds are conspiring against me? It could be that I feel like crap. It could also be that I'm not happy. I'm just not sure what the answer is.

The funniest joke I ever heard

Ding Dong Who's there? Moo Moo who? That's a cow Okay, so maybe that's not funny. But it's funny when your two old tells his very first joke, and laughs hysterically when it is done.

My future's so bright

I want to sincerely thank everyone for playing nice yesterday. Your emails and comments meant a lot to me. And I appreciated everyone's thoughts and opinions, even if you disagreed with my position. All of them made me think, which is what I wanted.

But, after yesterday's seriousness, I thought we needed some levity in these parts.

It was bedtime (hence the pjs) and he was stalling. But some great pictures none the less. I love the pj/shades combo. He normally refuses to wear his sunglasses.

 

In which I ask the internet for it's opinion on a serious parenting issue

In case you missed my late addition yesterday, Michael hates TMX Elmo. Am I glad I didn't spend $40 on this thing. He actually said yesterday, "stop it Elmo" when it did his tickle me thing. On to the question- I'm going to get a little controversial. (I know, such a shocker for me). I'd like to know people's opinions about guns. Would you let your child go to a home to play that had a gun? Would you ask questions about how it was kept? Would it make a difference if the person had a gun for personal reasons or because they worked in law enforcement? Would it matter if they were a family member? Do you yourself have a gun? Do you tell the parents of your children's playmates? (if you have children, if you don't would you?) Does it offend you if they did (or might) ask questions? See, I'm struggling with this issue. Doug and I have a Michael does not go to any house that has a gun, period, rule. But I just recently found out someone we hang out with a lot, as well as a family member, have guns in their home. And while right now I am saying he can't go there ever, I realize that might be unrealistic. So, tell me how you handle this issue, if it's an issue at all for you. Leave it in the comments, or email me. I really do want to know. And feel free to tell me I'm an idiot, because I asked for it. But please don't tell any commentators that, because they didn't.

Mental Accounting

I hit a neighbors yard sale this weekend. And I had, just had, to buy Michael some toys. Because he clearly does not have enough. This child is so deprived I bought him an animal cho cho train, a sesame street vacuum cleaner, and the pinnacle of it all, TMX Elmo, for less money that it would of cost me to buy one of these. But here's the thing, Michael does not need any more toys. He does not need any more clothes either, but give me a Gymboree or Children's Place coupon and I'll buy him clothes. There is something about a bargain that makes me want to buy things. This article in the Washington Post this weekend explained the phenomenon, and it makes total sense to me. Spend $100 on jeans, no way. But tell me the jeans were originally $200, and are now $100, I will so buy them. And TMX Elmo, how did this toy become the hot toy? It looks like Elmo is having a seizure. The dog is terrified of it, Michael is not so sure. But he loves the train. I'm actually thinking of going to Target and getting the add on pieces. I mean, the train was so cheap, I can buy more. Help, help, I need help. Edited to Add: Michael just said, "stop it Elmo" when I made him do is TMX routine. He likes the box, which also talks. I'm glad I only paid $10 for this thing.

My one mom brag

Michael has never had fast food. I was recently accused of being "stuck up" because of this fact.

Now please, I am so not a healthy, natural, only organic mom. (In fact, my husband thinks the whole organic thing is a load of crap, but I love me some Whole foods). Michael eats sweets (he thinks Starbucks scones are nirvana), and we order him chicken nuggets and french fries off of kids menus all the time. That being said, when our pediatrician asked him what his favorite food was at his two year appointment he said "broccoli," and I thought "I love you so much right now."

Michael has never had fast food because Doug and I don't like it. In fact, we hate it. I don't eat meat, so there is nothing for me to eat at those places. And in all honesty, I think fast food is disgusting. It's just greasy and bad tasting to me. We will stop at a Bob Evans or Cracker Barrel when we travel specifically to avoid fast food. (Not that their food is great, but it's better, and you don't have a lot of choices on the road).

So, because we don't like it, we don't go there. If I don't want to eat there, why would I take Michael? Yes, it's easy, quick, convenient, and cheap, but if I don't like it, it's not worth it to me. When we go out to eat, we go out to eat. Michael eats lo mien, avocado sushi, and hummus. We can pretty much go anywhere and Michael will eat something.

I'm sure that he will have fast food. I'm sure that he will beg for McDonalds, probably sooner rather than later. But why start it now?

This fact does not mean I am better than moms who serve their kids fast food. I don't even think I'm better than moms that serve their kids fast food. But, why is it that when I say I don't serve Michael fast food I'm all of a sudden stuck up and elitist and a health nut? Why can't it just be what it is? I chose not to do that, if you do, that's fine. Why am I not allowed to judge your choices, but you are allowed to find some ulterior motive in mine?

Our evening amongst the animals

My birthday present from Doug was tickets to Zoofari. For those of you non-dcers who read this, Zoofari is the national zoo fundraiser where all of DC's best restaurants and wineries serve food and wine. One thing you may not know about me is I love good food. I love nice restaurants. We have dropped $500 on dinner, more than once. When we go on vacation, we always go to the nicest restaurant in the city. I read food blogs, and am so in love with the Washington Post food critic. I pay attention to what restaurants are opening, and what chefs are leaving. So, this was like a dream evening for me. And it was, a dream evening. Running around the zoo eating amazing food and drinking wine. The weather was gorgeous. And I was reminded of one of the many reasons I married Doug. This is going to sound ridiculous, but I have always been aware of not "eating too much" in front of other people. I think I'm fat, so I'm sure other people are paying attention to way I eat. (People, I am so screwed up about food, I can't even begin to describe it). With Doug, I eat what I want. These tickets were expensive and even though I don't eat meat, I ate everything else that was handed to me. The food was wonderful, especially the amazing cupcakes. But being with the person that accepts me for me, no matter what the weight, on a beautiful night, running around the zoo like drunk teenagers, was the best part. And the fact that he knew this was the perfect present for me just goes to show much he knows me, the real me. But I am so hung over this morning. And I think there has got to be something wrong with being a 32 year old hungover mom at playgroup.

I bet you want some ice cream

after looking at this picture.

Okay, so my posts this week have consisted of lists and pictures. I know, no substance.

But, we are going to Zoofari tonight. Lot's of wine and really good food. DC celebrities. I am sure I will have at least one good story to blog. If not, I'll make something up.