Reality TV

Maridith and Jonas at last year's Halloween party.

Every Tuesday night, my friend Maridith comes over for supper. She's been coming over on Tuesdays ever since I was pregnant with the boys. It started as a favor for me: she'd come over and cook me dinner, as I laid lifeless on the couch like the beached whale that I was. I'm so happy that we've kept our Tuesday nights going strong for over a year. I look forward to them every week!

Usually, Maridith arrives at the house right around the time Word Girl comes on, which is also right around the time Dacian gets home. They entertain the boys while I cook. Additionally, they use this time to catch up with each other regarding the television shows they both watch. "What did you think of this week's Person of Interest? When does season 3 of Sherlock come on?" Etc. Etc.

Last Tuesday, I was eavesdropping on their conversation and her Dacian giving Maridith a hard time about watching reality shows. "At least I watch quality reality shows!" Maridith exclaimed. "I watch Genealogy Roadshow not the Jersey Shore!" To which Dacian replied, "What? The Jersey Shore isn't a reality show." "Yes, it is, Dacian." "You mean to tell me Snookie is a real person? No way!"

Clueless...

Not the movie, the man.

Remember when Dacian thought that Peyton Manning was the quarterback for the Bengals? Well, he's gone and one-upped himself with his unawareness of sports/pop-culture. Today we were talking about watching television shows on the internet via hulu or the broadcasting station's website. I told him I felt his pain regarding the excessive play of that damn Homeland marathon commercial. Then this happened.

Dacian: They've been playing a new one lately. It's a commercial for a phone where they follow this dude around doing different things. Then at the end, he is at a barber shop, and someone shows him a video of another dude slam-dunking a basketball.
Me: Stares at Dacian like he has 3 heads. Really, Dacian?
Dacian: What?
Me: You don't know who that is?
Dacian: Just some random dude.
Me: LeBron James. Not a random dude. My 80 year-old-grandmother knows who LeBron James is!*
Dacian: In my defense, when you said LeBron James, I knew that that was a basketball player.
Me: Good grief.
* Beetle loves LeBron James!

In other news...

It is impossible to NOT think of this face!

I went shopping tonight by myself. It was fun! All I bought was a snowman wallflower from Bath and Body Works, but I still enjoyed being out and about, listening to Christmas music, and looking at all the pretty things the stores had to offer. My new favorite store is Altar'd State! Such cool clothing. Too bad I didn't find anything there tonight. Well, anything I was willing to purchase this close to Christmas. Maybe in a couple of months I can go on a nice shopping spree for myself (maybe we'll get a bonus this year!). Anyway, I did realize one thing while out tonight: I can no longer peruse the stores at my leisure without the constant feeling of needing to rush in order to get home to my babies. (Doug would probably say that this is not the case..to him, it probably felt like I was gone for 5 hours instead of 1.5 hours.) I felt this same way when I was out for a friend's wedding. I just get this uneasy feeling and cannot truly relax and completely enjoy myself. I am continually thinking of getting back home to the little dudes. I wonder if I'll always feel a little off when I am away from them? Probably. That's just something that comes along with being a mother, I reckon.

Alli G, basketball champion of WW

That's right, children! Last night I mopped the floor with a couple of gurlz (aka Day-Day & Codar) on the Gastright court. Aaah yeah! I'm the world's greatest. Check out these nerds! Their sweet tears tasted so good!

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