Six

man, the things we sacrifice when we get married. i mean i knew we would have to compromise and sacrifice some things, but i didn't realize it would be the one thing that i was really good at. life is so hard sometimes. 

today is our 6 month mark of being married. it also marks 6 months since i broke up with most of my TV shows. it's a bittersweet time for me. 

sigh. does anyone else out there, ever get overwhelmed with TV shows? i feel like i have to base my whole life around them. i feel like every season a million new more TV shows come out, and i am still trying to catch up on old ones. i feel like i can't choose. i feel like i am trying to date multiple people or something. what if two shows are on at the same time? i feel like a cheating, two-timing tramp. when watching one show, i am thinking about the other one. what if i can't watch it online later? what if everyone else in the world wants to talk about it the next day, and i haven't seen it yet? i have to shield myself from the media until i find out what happened. what do you do when you don't live at home anymore and don't have DVR? sigh. i miss DVR.
 
i used to watch SO many shows. when i started dating Sean, it got hard. trying to catch someone up on 6 season's of Grey's Anatomy is like pulling teeth. he probably wouldn't like One Tree Hill either. we only got him through one episode of Lost and he slept through half of it. i think he might be okay with Arrested Development, but not as in love with it as i am. the only 2 shows that i have seemed to be able to convert him to are The Office, and The Bachelor. i guess that is pretty good though. The Office is the most important. The Biggest Loser starts this week, and he says he likes that one, so we will see how it goes. i am really looking forward to it.

next week is a big week in TV people. 


if anyone wants some advice, here it is:


don't get behind on things (your TV shows)


count your many blessings (TIVO/DVR)


be diligent (about making your husband watch your shows, even if you have to bribe him)


be smart (about what shows you choose to watch and not watch)


don't sweat the small stuff (like American Idol. there will always be another season. if you miss Grey's, you are screwed)


exercise daily (your channel changing finger)


take out the trash (the bumpit infomercials)


read daily (your TV guide)

okay, now don't get me wrong. these last 6 months have been the best of my life. i know i joke around a lot on here. i tease Sean way too much. it's only because i love him to pieces though. i'm like that kid in elementary school who used to pull my hair and make me cry. he only did it because he had a crush on me right? at least thats what i have to tell myself. Sean is amazing though. i would be completely lost without him. "he is the bread to my butter, and the breath to my life." i will give a free hair flower to anyone who can tell me what movie that is from. 

anyway. i just want Sean to know that he is my better half. even though i am a mess, look like Medusa, have a big personality, suck at being a housewife, and that my idea of cooking is making rice krispy treats or ordering a pizza, that i don't exactly love cleaning, or taking care of my car, or being productive, that i love TV a little bit more than being physically fit, drove away from the gas station with the pump still in my car, have more cavities than the average person, have peed all over myself in my car, ran over a dog, eat captain crunch in bed, and sleep with the box, drool, take my baby blanket with me in the car, ramble a lot about stupid things, am obsessed with baby elephants, and don't like to hang up my clothes or clean out my suitcase for at least 3 weeks, blame everything on PMS (there is such thing as Post and Present Menstrual Syndrome, right?) and like to sleep more than be awake... 

that i still love him more than anything in this world. that he makes me feel perfect, even though i am clearly not. that he loves me when i'm sobbing on the floor, and loves me when i am bouncing off the walls. i love that he is always there.. even if we are trying to have a serious conversation and he is jiggling my relief society arms, i still know he cares. 

i'm crazy about you Sean. thanks for saving me. as cheesy as that is. it's the truth. here's to another million months!

love, your chlobowshki