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The Next Series

Well, I finished my re-watch of Star Trek The Next Generation. All SEVEN seasons!  I think I drove Andy crazy with all my references to warp nacells (sp?) and space anomalies. It was fun to see a couple of episodes in the final season that I didn’t see as a teenager due obviously to the fact that I was getting too cool for Star Trek and didn’t watch it all the time. The acting seemed really bad at first (aside from Picard), but I sort of got used to it. Well, now it’s over and I’m going through my typical end of series melancholy. I get that way at the end of things. See, when I get into a story, I lock down into it and I’m not much good until I get to the end. Therefore, Harry Potter, LOST, X-Files, any fantasy trilogy, and even the dramatically over-rated Twilight series had me all tied up in knots from start to finish. Obviously, my next series needs to NOT be a seven season show.

Sometimes I hesitate to talk about watching a long series like that. You know, perception management–I don’t want anyone to think that I spend all my time in front of the computer when I should be doing something more spiritual like reading my Bible or listening to a sermon series. Well, Duh! We could probably ALL spend more time reading our Bibles and listening to sermons! In my defense, I do most of this watching while folding laundry or working on my dreads. And that’s a LOT of time! 🙂 See? Perception management. You guys aren’t going to judge me though, are you? Are you???

Well that leads me to ask for input on my next series. What story is worth the investment of my brain energy during all those long hours folding and palm rolling? I’m thinking about Mad Men and I just might join Andy on the Arrested Development train.  A broken down Lord of The Rings marathon in also a possibility. Any other ideas?

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It was so needed.

It had been creeping up on me a little more each week, gnawing at my subconscious, belittling my defences and questioning my capabilities as a parent, a wife, a contributing member of society. At any given time, I had 14 games of Words with Friends going! App DELETED!

My froggydex on Pocket Frogs has 99 of the 100 challenges completed, and over 1500 frogs cleared in the froggydex. Only 18,000 to go!!! App Deleted!

Cut the Rope lost my data a while back, so I lost four boxes filled with all the stars and haven’t been able to get bak into that groove. App Deleted!

Touch Cats . . . .  Deleted!

Warship . . . .  Deleted!

Worms 2 . . . . . .  Deleted!

Chop Chop Ninja . . . . it just sounds so cute . . . . BALETED!

Then there’s my 10 different groups on Facebook, my Twitter feed, my Instagram feed, my Pinterest feed, and . . . . of course, my Star Trek re-runs. Even listing it out I’m amazed that I find time to absorb all of this! Not even to mention WHY, just HOW? How is my house not ten times worse than it already is? How are my children not running completely wild as opposed to only occasionally running wild? How am I surviving on the five hours a night I allow myself . . . well, the kids allow me as they drag me out of bed begging for breakfast?

I guess we should have spent more time before hand really delving into the motivations for this attempt, and dealing with possible resistance. It wasn’t  until we were neck deep in that we realized there would be some pretty formidable players in this tech free week game! Next time we will be better armed, better rationed, and among more companions. Next time we will have more players committed to the task. Is that confusing? I was on Ambien for some of this writing, so some things may have made perfect sense in my head but sound like utter nonsense when I re-read them. Actually, I’ve already had to re-write most of this and I’m just trying to salvage what I can. Stupid Ambien.  As most of this was written during the week, it’s in present tense that doesn’t make sense for right now–don’t let that confuse you.

Day 1: So How’s It Going?

Twitter, which I really only started to doing to stay in touch with Andy isn’t tempting me too much, but the Facebook is calling me LOUDLY!  I keet getting notifications on my phone! The red dot letting me know I’ve got messages or comments or something so utterly important is driving me nuts. I don’t miss the feed though. I never realized how much time I spent on the stupid feed.Already though, I’m feeling more free. Free from the iPhone games! Free to play checkers with Gillian and let her beg for two more games, even though I’m going to beat her at every one (not for much longer though!) I’m free to say yes when Liam asks to burry me in the sand on our date, even though I’m wearing my gym clothes! Free to let Eliot play in the kiddie pool because what else do I have to do but slather sun screen on to little kids?

I was free today to clean out our utility room and empty out this desk in there, extradite the spiders that had found sanctuary for several years and haul it up into the attic, Yes, by myself I might add, making me feel rather super-womanesqe and in turn rather annoyed that I couldn’t brag about it to the rest of the world out there.  I then hauled the new freezer (THANKS MOM AND DAD!!) in from the back porch and got it set up. BooYah! This girl’s guns are loaded! Woot Woot!

Dinner was actually ready when andy got home the schedule for the evening laid out nicely like the next day’s outfit .

We knew Bedtime would be a challenge. I’m stocked up on Ambien to ensure sleep, but that’s not to say there won’t be some weird side effets, like my face falling off or whatever. (What?! I just left that in there so you could see how weird I am on that stuff! There are all sorts of strange things that I wrote that had to be deleted-the post probably would have been a lot more entertaining had I left them here.)

Day 2: SUCKEDDDD!

Wow, about how much this day sucked. To explain why, I would really have to go into my expectations as I all but delivered them to God along with his invitation to join me in my little tech free week. The invite might have said something like, “In Honor of You Dude!” Can you imagine how pleased he was to be invited to an event where I would be naming off whimpy little sacrifice after whimpy sacrifice, followed by my perfectly reasonable expectations of what His response should be?

Needless to say, it didn’t start well. It’s not so much a matter of the temptation getting to hard–that is there–I had to jump on it once to talk to someone I hadn’t been able to connect with, but don’t feel badly about that. THe problem is the void, which I intended to fill with scripture, worship music, creativity, and productivity is being fought for. Hard. There seem to be a few powers out there that are pretty pleased with the amount of time I waste on insignificant media and they’re being duche bags (can I say that?) pretty much. Thankfully, I’ve got a good man who’s willing to come home early and help me do battle. 🙂 It was rough though-just some serious faith faltering on my part, a lot of depression and discouragement (not about the media, just in general), a bit of despondency, lots of crying and tossing about, not a pretty sight really.  It was crazy!

Day 3:

Whew! A much better day. Enjoying being off of a lot of that stuff really, but discouraged that I don’t have more time freeing up. I don’t know WHEN I did all that stuff before, because I’m still running out of time at the end of the day! It’s still almost 11:00 and I”m not asleep yet. Granted, 11:00 or even 11:30 is better than 1:30 or 2:00. There’s just all this pressure to be able to have a blog post at the end of this full of pictures and a grandiose list of all I accomplished during my media fast.  SIGH. (WHY AM I SO PEOPLE APPROVAL NEEDY!?)

Today the homeschooling reality started to creep up on my and I’m struggling to not freak out over all I have to try to get done in a day with two different grade levels AND a two foot tornado tearing through the house. I can’t think about that right now though. Tomorrow.

Day Four: I forgot to write anything about this day, so it mustn’t have been very notable.

Day Five: Went to spend the day with my folks, so I was plenty occupied without my media. The kids struggled a little (especially when they saw Grandad’s new flat screen t.v.)because there are obviously more restrictions to spaces and objects at their grandparent’s house, so it’s harder to keep them occupied without a movie, but we didn’t cave.

Day Six: I miss my blog. I’m not going to add the games back to my phone, and that feels good. It’s hard not to put the kids on a movie when I need some peace and quiet. They’re doing better though at using their imagination. It’s super fun to sit and listen to the games they make up when they’re forced to use their brain to entertain themselves rather then letting them just soak in nonsense.

Day Seven: We broke the fast a little early and let them watch a movie today. Had a major project to do and just couldn’t get anything done with the constant interruptions. I felt a little discouraged at that, like we hadn’t really learned anything if we just shoved a movie at them to keep them out of our hair.  How else does one get anything done?

Looking back at it a few days later, I’m not so discouraged. They’re running around shouting “activating sequel shooters!” and “suction to Malarky Mansion!” I don’t know what it means, but I love it! I don’t know that it’s possible to eliminate all the media from our lives, or that I would want to, but I would recommend a tech free week to anyone who’s feeling drained by all of the senseless distractions. I’d like to do it again soon for an extended time, if only I can find a loophole to keep writing my blog!

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Hello, Goodbye

Agh!  I just got back from the Worship God Conference up in MD and have TONS to talk about!!!! I guess I’ll have plenty of time to write and edit my post about it though, because tech-free week started really about twenty-eight minutes ago. (Not off to a very good start, am I?) I just couldn’t disappear for ANOTHER week without some explanation. So, goodbye blog, goodbye Facebook, goodbye Words with Friends, goodbye Netflix, goodbye (this I think is the most painful) PINTEREST, etc., etc.. Here’s to getting more sleep, doing more reading, writing more, making more stuff, spending more time playing games with my kidlets, and prepping for the school year!

BTW, it’s likely that I will feel ridiculously cut off from the world this week, so if you have my number and feel inclined to call and see how the week’s going, there’s a good chance you’ll end up being my hero that day.

And one more thing . . . .

It’s funny how once you tell yourself that you aren’t going to tweet or use Facebook, countless wonderful statuses come flooding to mind.

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I can’t write a new post right now because I’m using up all of my free time (and a little bit of time that isn’t free, and a lot of time that I should be trying to sleep) re-watching Star Trek the Next Generation of course! It’s now streaming on Netflix, as if you all didn’t know.

Sigh.

I know. I’m a nerd.

And to top it off, today, while sitting on the couch with my kidlets, me watching Netflix on my iPhone, Gill playing Plants vs. Zombies on the computer and Liam playing with his DS, it hit me that we are in too deep. I tell the kids to get ready to turn the games off and go get some books for some reading time. Liam lazily responds, “I don’t like reading.” GASP! Yes, homeschooling mamas, mourn with me. Commend me for not hiding my son’s shameful thoughts. “What!?” I asked a little too loudly. “Why not?!?” Without taking his eyes from the screen he says, “reading’s just sitting and doing nothing.”

Duh kiddo.

So next week we’re on a sort of vacation with family, and the next we’re going to Worship God ’12, but the following week, and I expect those of you who love me to keep me accountable, we are having a tech free week. From Aug. 14-20, we’re shutting it all down. If anyone has any resources on ideas for surviving such an endeavor, I’d love some help. It all sounds so grand and responsible right now, but I’m going to go nuts even more than the kidlets! Agh! I’ll keep you posted.

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I was going to title this post “For People Who Don’t Mind Hearing About Other People’s Dreams,” but I was afraid that would deter people from reading at all.  It’s funny because Alana and I were just talking about waking up from a cool dream and just needing to write it down. I particularly like to try and figure out what makes me dream certain things, whether it be a situation, a conversation or a movie.  I figure there’s always something recent that’s bumping around in my subconscious,  just waiting to manifest itself in some bizarre way.

So I dream that Andy and I are getting married again.  Andy never shows up in this dream, but he’s the one I’m trying to marry. I can see where this comes from as yesterday was our anniversary and I was thinking about our wedding.  Well, I was wearing, seriously, the most amazing, funky black dress. I’ll probably spend the rest of my life shopping for the equivalent to this dress (don’t think wedding dress, think evening gown-the kind you would wear to Kadafi’s annual ball if you were an international spy).  It was the sort of dream dress that makes you wake up and say, I should have been a fashion designer.”

Moving on.

So, in my dream, I’m SUPER skinny–not scrawny, waif-like skinny, but . . . well, I was just fine with it.  That, of course, is easy to figure out because I weighed in at the gym yesterday for my fitness challenge and Tracy and I talked about what size I wanted to get down to.  (I won’t tell you what size that was until I get there-oh wait, I think I already did.) *SIGH* Off to the gym!

Then there was this part where I was supposed to be transported from the church to the reception venue by, uh, an ambulance?? My only guess as to where this came from was watching that disturbing, seven minute car wreck montage on You Tube. You know, the one made in Germany that’s supposed to make you think more about driving safely?  Well just drive more safely and don’t go watch that stinking video-it’s too much!  (Although I know you’re going to go Google it now just ’cause I told you not to.)

Finally, there was this other wedding that I (and my mom in law?) were hanging out at first and there was this classic Romantic Comedy scene where the groom from that wedding chases me down a hall and jumps at the last minute into my elevator only to give me one of those “don’t marry him, marry me!” speeches.  Then Mr. Idiot Who Proposes to Another Woman When He’s Really In Love With Me turns out to be Finn from Glee! Now Finn is cute enough I suppose, but he’s freaking 17!!!!! Whaaaa??? I think this whole bit came from watching Mark Driscoll go off on cougar moms who are lusting after Edward and Jacob. (It’s actually a great little segment, you should take the time to watch it.)  Well maybe I’m a little sensitive, but I think my subconscious just called me a COUGAR!!!!

*SIGH*

That clearly came from turning 30.  Now don’t go yelling at me that 30 isn’t old enough to be a Cougar.  Look it up on Wiki!

And I didn’t even eat pizza before bed!

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Discoveries: Micmacs

If you’re not one for reading subtitles, then you might as well stop here and go read some reviews for Toy Story 3 (which I did love, by the way), but if you’re interested in foreign films (this one is French, by the way), Micmacs will blow your mind and delight you while doing it.  From Jean Pierre Jeunet, who brought us Amelie, comes a colorful fusion of charm, innovation, brilliant characters, delightful dialogue, and just enough “wait, now what’s happening” to keep you rapt with attention until the very end.  Think Amelie meets Oceans Eleven (or twelve or thirteen)–by the end you won’t even notice that you didn’t get to ogle George and Brad during the slow parts (because there are no slow parts). 

By the way,  it is rated R, so I wouldn’t necessarily call it a family film.  Look up the objectionables for yourself before you view-don’t blindly go, Oh Beth likes it, so it’s great and then get offended at me! 🙂

Discovery Credit Goes To: Andy-I love that Andy enjoys reading about different kinds of media.  He filters out so much of the boring and ho hum stuff and comes up with some real cinematic treasures that I’d never find on my own.

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This is Queequeg.  Dana named him after the helmsman in Moby Dick.  I guess it’s fitting, considering that they were both fairly expendable characters.  Although Herman Melville at least gave his Queequeg a purposeful demise in that his coffin served to save someone’s life.  This little guy just ended up as a midnight snack for a crocodile.  Well, a crocodile for those of you who don’t believe.  Mulder and me, well, we know that Big Blue got him.

Queequeg is only seen in two x-files episodes, appearing in an earlier season 3 episode (War of the Corprophages), in which a town is supposedly being taken over by killer cockroaches. (Not a wise move, watching this episode if you live here in the beautiful Palmetto ((bug)) State, but that is neither here nor there.)  You know what’s unrealistic to me?  Not the aliens.  Not the government conspiracy.  Not the prehistoric sea monster in this episode.  That they gave Scully a dog! REALLY?!?!  Seriously, because she’s running off all the time in the middle of the night, flying all over the country, etc. so there’s no way she could really take care of a dog and Scully is way too tender to mistreat an animal in any way.  Plus, she never again gets a dog.  I mean, to have a dog, you really have to be a dog person, and a dog person doesn’t have their dog eaten by a swamp creature and not replace it.  Dog people HAVE to have a dog.  Dana’s not a dog person. I personally think that Kim Newton (who wrote the episode of Queequeg’s untimely death) came up with the bit about Scully chasing the dog’s leash through the woods only to find a bloody dog collar after hearing rustles and grunts and doggy whimpers–the look on her face one of classic Scully horror and incredulity–and decided to throw the dog into an earlier episode just so there would be some reason for the dog to be around.  I really hate it when they do that.

Big surprise here: Mulder was not a fan of Queequeg.

Anyway, Rest In Peace Queequeg.

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