The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

My sister already posted about this a week ago, but now it's my turn.

I love TV. I've tried to deny it. I've hidden it from loved ones. I've been ashamed. However, the past few years, I've fully embraced the knowledge that I love TV. A love that has only been enhanced by tivo. It is our thing. We love curling up on the couch and relaxing in the evenings. We just happen to do that while pointed toward the TV. That's on.

We have two tivos and use them both. Tivo one is downstairs and most everything gets recorded onto that one. However, on the days there are conflicts (hello, Monday night...) spillage goes on tivo two upstairs. In the bedroom. Where I swore I'd never have a TV. Who am I to deny the tivo love, though?

The season is carefully mapped out beforehand, so I know where to record everything, watch for potential overlaps, etc. The list is kept by the remotes until all the supersized premieres are done and everything is programmed properly.

(Notice the highlights, the things already crossed off - new shows that didn't make the cut. Don't judge me. I know I'm a nerd. Thankfully that doesn't show you the "other stuff", The Rachel Maddow Show, Tom and Jerry, Rachael Ray, Gilmore Girls reruns, etc. Oh, wait...)

It's been an ok week so far. The Big Bang Theory was funny. The Office funnier. We're happy that Survivor is back and it looks like it'll be good. I'm anxious to see Phil Keoghan and his amazing pants on Sunday (I mean, The Amazing Race...) in addition to a few others. But my true love comes back on Monday. So if you need me, you know where I'll be. But don't bother me, I beg you. I have a date with Chuck.

Fashion, uh, Wednesday

Toddler fashion at it's best:


I love Old Navy...

Sammy had his early evaluation last week. He's testing between 27-33 months (he is 26 months this week) on nearly everything except speaking language (tested at 15-18 months). Even his language comprehension is right around 30 months. All very good news. They come back this week to tell me he's eligible for speech therapy (they already let me know this), but after talking, Isaac and I have decided not to do it. We may revisit it at a future date, but for now we're good.

Sexiness Defined

Huh. Second post today. How unusual!

My sister is having a discussion about unexpected sexiness. I would like to expand, but for now, this. Unexpected sexiness, indeed.

Send My Regrets

One of the regrets I harbor concern a boy I dated in college. The boy from Wyoming (BFW). I'm not even exactly sure how the whole relationship started. He moved into the apartment of boys we were friends with, so he, naturally, started hanging around. I remember we were over watching movies one day and we were sitting near each other on the couch. The next thing I knew he was holding my hand. I found it all a bit strange and once we left, much conversation ensued about "the incident". He asked me out not too long after and we started dating. I dated him out of...boredom? Maybe. It was around the time I had professed my love to BF and felt like I should move on. I liked the BFW; he was good looking, nice, funny. We didn't have a whole lot in common, but for something casual I didn't find that to be important.

This same semester, I had a film critique class. In it, I had gotten to know this guy - film class boy (FCB). We had a lot in common. He was really cute and funny and smart and loved media in all its forms. Plus he spoke fluent French and offered to, uh, tutor me. We started walking to and from class together and talking for hours. He helped me with French and we met for dinners. It was a bright spot in my week and I thoroughly enjoyed the attention. However, this pattern had gone on for about a month and he never asked me out. I assumed he liked hanging out with me, but wasn't interested in anything more. I told myself I was ok with that, even though I secretly hoped, every time I saw him, that he would just ask me already.

The week the BFW and I fell into our relationship and really started dating, FCB finally asked me out. I was young and felt such obligation to the BFW and turned down FCB. I told him I was seeing someone else. He said he understood, but if it didn't work out to let him know. If I had been more savvy at the time, I would have ended things with the BFW as soon as I accepted the date with FCB. I would have made a wholly different decision.

BFW and I dated for about three months. At the end, he broke up with me because he was in love with my best friend (a source of amusement for us to this day, the way it happened, though I can look back now and feel grateful for his honesty). By the time the BFW and I broke up, FCB had met someone. She was beautiful and good and kind and really had no flaws. A few months later they were engaged. I was truly happy for them. They made a wonderful couple and, from the last I heard, were happy and doing well.

Fourteen years later and I still wonder why I made the choices I did. Nothing against the BFW; he was a good boyfriend, but what prompted me to stay with him when I clearly liked FCB better? I still don't know the answers to this. But I do know that it's a regret and a case full of wondering what may have happened had I chosen differently.