Revisiting Childhood friends

We don't do a lot of TV around here.

I should quantify that statement.

We used to watch a lot of TV. Then we had kids who became aware of things being said and done on the TV. By that time, we'd already begun the process of buying VHS tapes of our favorite programs.

Why? NO COMMERCIALS!!

And we had no Cable/ Satellite provider.

Then the government went and took away our 'normal' antenna and replaced it with that digital stuff. The digital conversion. The one where we were all supposed to go get the conversion box. Remember that? Goodness what a trip that was.

The fun part they didn't bother to tell you was that - you probably wouldn't get all the same channels anymore. Unless, of course, you got a cable provider.

We didn't.
We have game systems set up on both our TV's. So tv viewing really isn't going to happen on the TV schedule. Sure. There's that whole 'DVR' thing... but with shows on the internet and DVD, why bother with it?

At least that's the question we asked ourselves.

However, we do find ourselves with limited provisions should the desire to watch a TV show arise among one of us. Especially the children. It's got to be something we approve of - and I have to enjoy watching it. If the show irritates me, It's going to be trashed. You can ask G-man about the TV show Sonic Underground and their squeaky/whiney voices. He can't watch it when I'm around.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah. We got Netflix thanks to the recommendation of a very good friend. It plays over the PS3. That's been nice to have. It is limited, though.

But I've noticed one thing of late - that's the emergence of older shows to DVD.

Shows like the A-Team. Magnum PI. Due South. MacGyver.

Bringing those into the house has been like visiting with old friends.
It's amazing how many of the episodes I remember.
I'm on the look out for more to come out on DVD - because we can't be the only ones out there wanting visits from these old friends.

Out of blogging practice...

I am so out of the habit of blogging. It's really rather a shame that my last post was all the way back in October. Hopefully, this is like riding a bicycle and I will remember how to do this and not pull a muscle.

So I'm going to take things slow.

Probably very slow and ease back into the blogosphere. Hopefully this means catching up on all your news, too.

In the meantime - Enjoy this random coolness.

Ageism??

Is it possible for children to be age-ist?

J-man often talks himself to sleep. It's when he's laying down that the deep wonderings of his heart come out. I don't know why exactly. Except that when he's laying down in bed, he's still and his thoughts turn deep. 

One night, in the middle of this time there were a series of questions that culminated in one large 'ouch' moment.

J-man asked about belly buttons. More specifically he wanted to know what they were for.
So I told him. "That's where you were attached to me, when you were INSIDE me as a baby, so you'd get food."

He seemed to think that's cool.

"Adam and Eve didn't have belly buttons, did they?"

"Well, I'd guess not. Since they didn't have to be in a mommy's tummy."

We both agreed that was cool of him to notice.

"How old were they, when they died?"

Understand that I'm not sitting with him without something to do. I'm either writing, reading or researching. I consider Pinterest research.

So I just say, "Well they were really old." I don't want to age them unnecessarily. Or tell him the wrong answer because I'm quite certain he'll remember the wrong answer. 

"How old?"

"I'm not really sure. I know they were really old."

"Like 30?"

Ouch. Said the 39 year old mom.

"Oh, no. Much older."

You know it's coming.

"Oh? Like 40?"

Ouch again. 

"No, son. Like in their hundreds. Hundreds of hundreds."

"Oh."

Fast forward a few days later.

The Professor is having his birthday. We celebrating on a minor scale because that's how The Professor roles. (Slow.)

"Dad, how old are you anyway?"

"Well, son. I'm 43."

"Wow, I'm really surprised you made it this long."

Ouch.

I've come to the conclusion that my son is age-ist. Age-ist as only an 8 year old can be. 

I'm turning 40 on my next birthday and I'm really not sure I want to tell him.

Wondering and Equating...

I'd wondered why it was taking G-man so very long to do his math work. 

I don't have to wonder any more.

This is from last year - but this year isn't much different. 

One thing that *IS* the same? 

The Good Guy Always wins.

New phone

My current view of my desk. I have a  new phone. so  i wanted to see if I could post my pictures from my phone. and sure enough I can. punctuating is another thing entirely.