We succumbed. To channels, that is. That’s what my kids call having more television options than the grainy Fox network that our rabbit ears pick up. After five years of no cable, the Direct TV man will be making a visit to our house tomorrow morning. Probably right in the middle of science. I tried to talk Kevin into working from home tomorrow so he could handle the whole thing, but that’s another story.
Don’t get me wrong, we haven’t been completely TV-less. We have had our trusty Fox channel-via-antenna, bringing us such goodies as House, Bones, and, of course, American Idol. (And such trash as The OC and Family Guy.) And my wonderful parents have been kind enough to record a couple of other favorites for us: NCIS and Lost – and, more recently, The Unit.
But now that Kevin’s promotion affords us a little more financial stretch room, and since I’ve whined about the Seahawks games that aren’t on Fox and missing our shows when my mom and dad are out of town and forget to set the VCR, Kevin has blessed me with satellite TV.
And I’m not kidding myself – I know that it’s really all for me. Kevin told me as much. To which I responded, “Well, then let’s not get it, I don’t want to cost the family $30 a month.”
To which he responded, “Well, aren’t you worth it?” (Cue: aw, how sweet.)
To which I responded by pouting because I felt guilty for wanting it in spite of the fact that he didn’t. And basically I had a little tantrum and said, “No, we shouldn’t get it.”
To which Kevin responded, “Sometimes you make me feel like I’m d**ned if I do, and d**ned if I don’t. Can’t I just do this for you?”
To which I said, meekly, “I’m sorry, honey, I’ll let you get me channels.”
I’m ashamed to say that I’m not kidding and that conversation actually happened. Someday I’ll learn.
The kids are almost as excited as I am. Discovery Kids, Animal Planet, and the Food Network! (Natalie loves cooking shows.) We’re hoping to invest in a DVR around Christmas time, and then I can record and catalog all those wonderful History Channel and Learning Channel shows for school.
But mostly, I’m glad I won’t miss anymore Seahawks games. (And along that note: Mr. Hasselbeck, Noah wants me to tell you that we are praying for your knee to heal quickly so you can play next week.)