It’s that time of year. You know the one. The time of year when all I can think about are the new TV shows about to premiere. It’s slightly sad, but I get really excited for this! I wait and wait and wait and once the shows seem semi-finalized I choose my picks for fall. In fact, a few Saturday nights ago Sean and I spent our night watching the On Demand previews for all the network shows. (what a date night specifically for someone who doesn’t like TV all that much). But did you know they were available? You can watch 3-4 minute segments of all the new shows. It’s pretty cool.
I usually go overboard with planning out what shows I’m going to watch. Like, I’ve made a color coordinated spreadsheet with clickable links that bring you to the shows website, and it also tells me the date it premieres. My DVR is not that reliable. In fact, sometimes it just does it’s absolute own thing — so I need a graph to remind me to check the DVR. Whatever, okay?
So, what am I watching?
For someone who doesn’t like TV, Sean was sure vocal as far as Monday night TV is panning out. I don’t think Almost Human or Sleepy Hollow are for me — but who knows? Almost Human is about a race of robots that appear to be helping humans? Or maybe, I’m confused. Sleepy Hollow is about the headless horseman? I think. What I do know is that Blacklist and Hostages look interesting and Anna Faris looks hysterical in Mom.
A comedy by the creator of Family Guy starring Seth Green? Super excited about Dads. The Goldbergs reminds me of a mock “The Wonder Years” and it takes place in the 80s so I’m pumped to see hairstyles and clothing. Brooklyn Nine-Nine looks like one of those stupid comedies that you watch and enjoy but don’t tell anyone about it? And Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is another one of Sean’s picks. Super heroes? No, thanks.
Sean watches The Walking Dead. It scares me and I lost interest like a year ago.
However, we often talk about a zombie apocalypse. If it’s possible? And are we prepared?
There’s even some really intense conversations about mosquitoes carrying the disease.
Ya, it’s a little crazy.
Every once in a while, we race each other to the door of our building and pretend zombies are chasing us.
You know, totally normal stuff.
That leads me to this:
If you have not seen this show, Doomsday Preppers, please watch five minutes of an episode OnDemand. If you don’t want to put yourself through it — have no fear, I’ll tell you what it’s all about.
It’s a reality show about people who prepare for what they fear will be doomsday. They call themselves “survivalists” or “preppers” and they are supposedly ready for the end of the world whether it’s because of a nuclear war, natural disaster, terrorist attack, economic meltdown, etc., etc., etc.
These people prepare a “bug-out” shelter and refer to it when they talk about “bugging out” a.k.a. when they leave all of their belongings, usually their home, and their everything… behind.
They’re basically hoarders. They store a crazy amount of food – sometimes canning it themselves or planning to hunt it themselves. They have tons and tons of water. They have crazy shelters sometimes underground, sometimes in a submarine, sometimes in small huts in the middle of the woods. They have way too many weapons for comfort and really intense plans and escape routes… and they usually force their family members to have “bug-out drills” in the middle of the night. Just in case.
Of course, National Geographic has made a TV show about these people. Their specific plan is given a score and they’re told how long their plan will keep them alive IF their anticipated doomsday scenario played out.
So this got me thinking?
Would Sean and I be prepared for the end of the world? What if The Walking Dead really happened?
Supposedly, in a time of survival you need to follow:
The Rules of Three.
You can survive 3 minutes without air.
You can survive 3 hours without shelter.
You can survive 3 days without water.
You can survive 3 weeks without food.
You can survive 3 months without companionship.
If something happened and we got stuck in our home.
We would die in 3 minutes. While the windows in our loft are beautiful… they do not open.
So if the vents were to be shut off… we’re done.
Water? We have 6 bottles of water stored. That’s it.
And we only have that because of the hurricane a few months ago.
We thought we were ahead of the game.
Food? That makes me laugh.
We don’t have any food that doesn’t require some type of power to cook or to heat up.
Other than Milano cookies. But something tells me we can’t live off those.
Security? We have nothing but hairspray and a broom. For real.
The ability to leave all our belongings behind? I don’t think so.
Every once in a while, the fire alarm in our building goes off.
Not knowing, if it’s real or a drill… we still have to evacuate.
Before we leave, I run around trying to pull all the “important” stuff and shove it into bags.
Our wedding album, laptops, chargers, wallets, car keys, shoes, cat food, etc., etc., etc.
It’s just not in my mental state to accept that I would have to leave all my lovely possessions behind.
I mean, maybe if I knew we were on the brink of a zombie apocalypse, my attitude would change.
I would probably regret not hoarding food, water and weapons.
I would probably regret not taking these TV shows “seriously”.
I would probably regret not being ready for doomsday.
But let’s hope the odds are in our favor.
I’m not exactly 30. I’m in the middle of my twenties, give or take.
But after last night, I realized that I’m getting old.
I sort of knew this.
For instance, when I get off the couch after sitting for an hour my legs barely stretch out and I make inappropriate jokes about arthritis.
When I don’t wash my face at night, I swear I see a wrinkle the next morning.
I need my eight solid hours of sleep or I can’t even function the next day.
I have a full time job, bills to pay, and I no longer feel joy in getting the mail.
And while most of those can be remedied with a gym routine, a daily vitamin, and paperless statements… that’s not all.
You see, it’s becoming more common that when I go “out” places —
I meet more and more people who are younger than me.
I imagine this is a normal occurrence.
I mean, as you grow, others grow but at different rates than you.
So you figure you’ll always be younger than some, but that means some will always be younger than you.
Get it? Okay.
But this wasn’t always the way.
I remember being 21… 18… 16, not too long ago,
and it seemed like anyone I met… was always older than me.
Now suddenly, years & years have passed… and I didn’t even see it happen!
Well, last night I begged Sean to take me to a concert.
I haven’t asked him to take me to a show since the last time this band played in the area… two years ago.
And we didn’t end up going back then because I got sick.
So, we drove the hour drive that it takes to get to Rhode Island from our house.
Drove around for 20 minutes to find parking, only to walk to the venue and find out that the show is sold out.
SOLD OUT. What? I didn’t even know that was possible.
The doorman immediately tells us that if we meet him outside in 10 minutes, he’ll get us in.
Uh, excuse me? Is this some sort of illegal deal? Because I want out.
But… Sean agreed. I’m standing there thinking, “great, all that gas wasted getting here..”
Meanwhile, Sean’s planning on meeting this stranger in what will probably be the last 10 minutes of our lives.
It turned out less sketchy than I originally thought.
But I’m pretty sure we had to pay an extra four dollars.
Once we walked in, it hit me once again.
These people are all younger than me.
No wait, these people are all kids. Like aren’t even of legal drinking age.
And I felt old. Too old.
I watched them stage-dive,
next to the sign that said “NO stage-diving”.
And I was worried for them.
I saw the girls who were barely dressed, or wearing certain clothing items,
and I felt like saying “you’ll regret that in 10 years”.
I stood and listened to the band playing,
person kid passed me… and said “excuse me, ma’am”.
Uh, excuse me?
You’ve got to be kidding me.
I can’t even talk about the fact that I was out until 1AM,
and couldn’t even get out of bed this morning.
Now, this doesn’t happen to Sean.
He can go out, stay out, not sleep, not eat right, and still go out, stay out, not sleep, and not eat right.
It’s the weirdest thing.
And I hope this trend doesn’t continue for our lifetime.
Or he’s going to be doing great, full of pep & life,
and I’m going to be the sore lady in the corner being called “ma’am” and falling asleep in the booth.
Oh, wait, that’s apparently already happening.
immediately change into sweatpants,
pour myself a glass of coke,
find some type of candy,
and place myself in front of the TV.
Sean’s not in love with TV like me.
But he’s grown to love, or to tolerate, much of what I watch.
And in turn, I occasionally give him the freedom to watch Bar Rescue while I blog.
Just kidding. Just kidding.
If he had his way, he’d watch shows like Family Guy, and The Walking Dead.
But I assure him that he’ll like my shows better.
He rarely does, but I try to convince him anyway.
Here’s what we’re currently watching:
Two and a Half men
2 Broke Girls
The Big Bang Theory
The next three shows are not a “we” thing.
Sean can’t stand them, and usually leaves the room.
But I love them.
Kourtney and Kim take Miami
Teen Mom 2
So, now I’m taking suggestions.
I have a two week vacation coming up.
I know 🙂
And that leaves me plenty of time to adopt new shows,
What do you watch?
So, the fact is: I read a lot of blogs.
But I feel like I could follow more.
I’m not the best commenter.
I wish I was better.
I just find myself as more of an introvert.
And often converse with the blogger in my head, but don’t click “comment”.
I’m that blogger.
It’s a goal of mine to be a better commenter.
But also to find new blogs to read.
I used to only read wedding blogs.
Then I started reading newlywed blogs and then mommy blogs.
Not that I have kids, but it’s like looking into the future.
I love home decorating/decor/organizing blogs.
I love lifestyle blogs, travel blogs, random blogs, and fashion blogs.
Basically, I love reading. Everything.
There’s probably hundreds in my Google reader.
So here are some blogs I read… not all of them though.
And they’re in no particular order, because I think they’re all great.
Some are just starting out and some have thousands of followers.
Some post every day or multiple times a day and some post a few times a week.
They all post things that matter. And that’s what I love.
So, do you read these blogs?
Who do you read that you think I should read too?
It can be your own blog… I don’t mind either way.
You can find me on Facebook, too.
So if your blog has a Facebook page we can like each other!
Leave a comment with your link.