to watch together.. or not

ster:
it seems as though there is no problem whatsoever, as long as we're watching whatever boyfriend wants to watch on tv. the moment he comes upstairs, he completely takes over the remote (code for I AM MAN, I CONTROL BIG SCARY TV!! RAHR!!) and flips. he flips the damn clicker so fast i feel like my eyes are going to explode from channel changing. then he stops on 1 of about 5 shows he wants to watch. i tolerate them, but wouldn't watch them if he wasn't forcing me too. bottom line- we can NEVER watch what i want to watch together.

tonight i was watching grey's anatomy. now this is a show that boyfriend would rather gouge his eyes out, then watch. but for some reason this evening, he was downstairs with me while it was on. imagine my surprise when he sat down on the couch to actually watch it with me. but then i hear him snicker.... AT A GOOD PART. he's over there laughing because he's not emotionally invested in the show like i am so he doesn't care! ARGH! that's when i have to look at him and say things like, "don't laugh! don't make fun! don't say anything.. if you're going to watch it with me, you have to just be quiet!!"

it shouldn't be this difficult. he's just a good tv show hater. and a selfish channel flipper. hmph

point:

Did anyone see that show???? What the fuck is that crap........the dumb biatch was a drowned popsicle for crying out loud. now im not saying that its not medically possible to save someone that drown in cold water....and if i rember correctly it might even be easier.....but nevermind that.....then there is the afterlife shit that was just sooooooo blah. what, there budget so fucking tight that they couldnt make a cloudly background...her afterlife what in a hospital. i mean come on!!! and like they are going to kill off the narrator...

i have given that show 3 or maybe 4 chances and i never fails.....crap, that dipship Mcdreamy is still that nerd in "cant buy me love" and that pizza movie with the "extra anchovies."

now to the shows i watch at night.....yes i am a flicker.....and i know what channels to jump to. you start at to and 3,4,5,7...then you jump to 12,13 (since niether of us know Korean.) then.....14-28 is spanish Cspan and public programming....33, 35-40 (food, fx and sports) normally we stop at food to look at cake making. long story short of the 81 channel i know of the 15 that might have something....i dont know what her problem is.

who doesnt like family guy?

A shout out to all those couples out there

Well, all our couples are just sooooo busy smooching each other up for Valentine's Day that we can't come to the blog right now. But Jennster and Point will be here next week to make you laugh, per usual.

We are still in search for a few additional couples to come on board and post here at Dad said Mom said! I'm sure either your wife or husband is sick of YOU getting all the air time online and has something they want to add!

Come on and join us. You can either join full time (about 1 post a month) or just as a Guest Poster to air out something you and your significant other want to post about.

Email me at: maniacaldays@optonline.net

Hope to hear from you soon!

Waiting . . . . on a friend?

Jill Said:

I'm not a big Stones fan, but I've always been partial to that song, "Waiting on a Friend" You know, the one that goes:

I'm not waiting on a lady.
I'm just waiting on a friend.
I'm just waiting on a friend.

I think that's such a fantastic sentiment. And it helps to make sense of the fact that ole skinny Mick somehow manages to attract all the gorgeous models.

Here's the thing. Eric is not very tolerant of my primping time. He doesn't care for curling irons. He prefers that I get rid of the mascara and lipstick. Shoot, he's not even sure why I need to bother with the shampoo. And the conditioner? Well the conditioner definitely needs to go.

It's not that he's actually opposed to the products. He's just opposed to the time invested in their application.

Sigh. . . .if only I had a dollar for every time he burst into the bathroom to insist that I "hurry up and get in the car."

My retort? It's usually something along the lines of: "I'm sorry dear, but you married a woman. Next time, you'll just have to make sure that you marry yourself a man."

Honestly, I don't even think I'm that bad. Start to finish it's about 45 minutes. That's good, right? (If you say "no" then I'm definitely not going to mention how long it took me in high school.) Plus, I'm multitasking the whole time. For example, the cotton ball of toner I apply is later used to wipe his shaving scum off the sink. The towel I pick up off the floor belongs to him. The bathroom garbage can I empty while the curling iron heats up was filled by both of us. You get the picture.

So why can't Eric just hum a few bars of Waiting on a Friend and chill out with the sports page for a few minutes?

Eric Said:

[Long Pause]

A-hem, Eric Said:

Eric? Eric?

Sorry, Eric grew impatient and is now in the garage honking the horn and gunning the engine. Maybe we could all burst into a collective round "Waiting on a Friend" to ease his tortured mind.

Anyone else have this problem?

TOUCHDOWN!!!!

SuperBowl Sunday is fast approaching and with it our son's future career becomes a hot topic.

John: (with a gleam in his eye) I will be soooo proud of Jordan when he gets a football scholarship! I can just envision myself wearing his jersey in the stands, cheering my heart out as he dives for a touchdown-saving tackle!

Jen: (rolling her eyes) Jordan's never going to play football.

John: Are you crazy??

Jen: Look, yeah football's great and all. Rah-rah, shish-boom bah! But I can't stand the thought of allowing him to play a sport in which he could potentially injure himself with lifelong effects. I've known too many guys who've played even a little bit of football and, to this day, are still suffering the effects from it. What's the point of it all anyway? There are plenty of other sports out there.

John: You're just being a protective mommy. "I don't want my baby to get hurt." Jordan can play any sport he wants. Some sports are less physical than others, but football happens to be the most popular american sport there is. Why do you think the Superbowl is so big. Everybody's going to be barbecuing on Sunday, getting ready for the big game; watching ESPN highlights of the big plays, the big hits! Yes, it's a physical sport, but you can get hurt in any sport. You can get hurt crossing the street! Football is great because it's a team sport. It teaches discipline to prepare yourself physically and mentally so you can perform at the highest of your abilities.

Jen: Puh-lease. There are just as many team sports out there that don't deliver as many broken bodies as football does. What about soccer? Or, or the swim team?...

John: Or, tennis. (chuckle, chuckle) Or how about the chess team? C'mon, what're you gonna say to him when all of his friends are playing football and his 'mommy' won't let him play?

Jen: Okay, back off of the tennis because I happen to really like tennis; albeit being played by my EX. And chess??!! Okay, that's low. Y'know, I honestly won't have a problem letting him play football with all his buddies when they all go off to the field and do whatever. I guess my problem would lie in not giving him the opportunity to learn about and play other sports. I don't want to become the type of parent who pushes him into "being a linebacker" or "the quarterback" just because his daddy thinks football is THE greatest sport of all time. I just want him to know that it's not just a sport, that it takes a lot out of your body and that over time it's going to take a toll. If he can weigh all of those factors in and still tell me that playing football is what he wants to do with his life then I will be his biggest fan, unconditionally.

John: Great. I won't push him. I never planned to push him. But I can't help slightly influencing him on the sports that I like most. It's realistic that I'm going to open the doors to the opportunity of playing any sport that he's interested in. And if he doesn't like football I'll be okay. But if he does, I'LL be his biggest fan - unconditionally.

Jen: Fine. But seriously, what's wrong with tennis?