Going Private!

Tomorrow!

So if you're a blog stalker (like me!) and haven't already left your email address, please do so now :)

[And all those that had asked to be invited the first time- don't worry about it, I have your emails saved.]

Sooooo, on to the next thing that's been on my mind... t.v! I'll admit it, I've been eagerly anticipating the new fall line up. Summer shows are lame (I'm talking to you America's Got Talent), and those fall previews have done their job. I'm hooked. But as I've flipped through the channels the past month and not seen anything worthy of my time, I've discovered I can actually get quite a bit done when not sitting in front of the boob tube. Lest I mislead you, I really wouldn't consider myself a couch potato, but I do enjoy an entertaining reality show at night with Collin asleep and a melting bowl of ice cream in my hands. Please refer to Exhibit A.

Exhibit A :)

It's my night time guilty pleasure. I finally started buying the tubs of icecream instead of those dinky half gallon jokes. We only had company three times and yet we finished this one off in two weeks. And my heart rate truly escalated when I realized the chocolate syrup was running out before the vanilla goodness was fully drenched. And most embarrassingly, it wasn't until I uploaded this picture that I saw my lonely vegetables in the background. I'll tell ya, sometimes it's rough being an adult and making YOURSELF eat all your vegetables.

Which leads me to my next contemplation. As I've thought about all the fun shows coming up, I realized I need to set a limit. I should probably just pick one show a night. Ok, maybe two. And one of those was most definitely going to be Glee. The previews were hilarious. I watched the premier and found myself dancing in my seat. Then Trav and I watched the second episode. You really couldn't even call them sexual innuendos. Maybe just nuendos? It was pretty crude.

Growing up there were certain shows that were not allowed at my house. Rozanne, 90210, FRIENDS..... Big no nos. Don't ask me how Baywatch slipped through the cracks. One of our favs. Maybe our parents just really thought it was about lifeguarding. ANYWAY, you grow up, move out, get married and suddenly you're your OWN censor. And yes, FRIENDS became my friends. I get why it was on the "black list" and maybe I should have been stronger, but now we have Desperate Housewives, Dollhouse, Two and Half Men, etc etc. And I don't even KNOW what's on cable. I can't even begin to comprehend all the smut (yes, smut) that's on prime time. So where do you draw the line? I guess I'm going to start with Glee. (Blasted dirty writers! It had such potential)

On a more positive note, I am absolutely ADDICTED to Shark Tank. I find it so interesting, no- fascinating... maybe entrancing? Kevin is such a typical dirt bag billionaire. He seems so unhappy. Robert on the other hand, has a heart. I love watching them go head to head.

Also, Jay Leno starts tonight. Way excited for that. And I can't give up on So You Think You Can Dance, or The Office (heaven forbid). AND Trav just started getting into watching the Glenn Beck show online. So here's what I'm thinkin. I limit it to one show a night and we catch up online on our Friday and Saturday nights. Collin's in bed and it's supposed to be our "us time". Sigh. I think this might work. :)