That big black box is called a T.V. – Hive and Nest

I’m in Utah for a whirlwind 48 hours; trying to get everything and everyone squeezed in.  I’m all by myself and although I love Mister dearly, nothing beats staying at a hotel with nobody around.

One of the greatest things (besides no one to hog the covers or wake me up in the morning) is to watch TV.  Remember that we are, for the most part, a TV-free family (we can get PBS on one of our TVs so we’re not total wackos).  There are so many amazing shows out there!  I know you all know this because I read your blogs talking about Lost and Glee and that sort of thing.  But nobody ever told me about the wreck that is 16 and Pregnant or Celebrity Rehab. I love people with messed up lives; they make me feel so successful and mentally stable.

Hey, did you know the Olympics are going on right now?  I just saw them on TV. Who knew?  Just kidding, I did know they were going on, but it’s amazing how little it matters if you haven’t seen a single minute of any events.

I still don’t really care that much about the Olympics (it is sports after all),  but if there’s a life in a downward spiral, I’ll be watching as much as I can.