Castle - a great, new show about a mystery writer who shadows a detective and helps her solve crime in order to get new ideas for his book. The writer and detective have a relationship similar to Bones and Booth on "Bones" which makes the episodes fun.
Grey's Anatomy - I thoroughly enjoy watching this show because of the major surgery that seems to be done every episode. Wondering if they'll succeed, and knowing how dangerous it is, gets my heart racing--literally--like no other show on TV.
Community - A new comedy on NBC, genuinely funny and surprisingly clean. It's about a successful lawyer who never got a law degree, so the BAR suspended his license until he does. He's decided to do this through community college. Like most new shows the latest episodes are beginning to delve into inappropriate content, so we'll see how long we keep watching.
Lost - Karen and I have watched this one from the beginning, and the last season starts in February. Much like "24", this show comes with cliffhanger endings that keep you on the edge of your seat. That's why we like watching them after they've been posted online, so we don't have to stop. :) Of course, this then leads to staying up way too late, as I mentioned before.
24 - When I was in high school I caught a season of "24" and ever since have wanted to see it from the beginning. This isn't exactly necessary with "24" like it is with "Lost" but I wanted to know the whole story. Lucky (or possibly unlucky) for us we have friends who own every single season. Thus Karen and I have had many late nights of, "oh, just one more episode, it's only midnight!'. We're only on season three out of seven or eight, so we'll probably be taking a break when school starts in January.
So, like I said we stay up way too late watching shows; and when I say we, I mean Karen usually falls asleep around eleven and I continue watching until 1:30 am. This usually makes me quite grumpy, which doesn't make for a fun Saturday.
Saturday, nonetheless, was pretty fun. We headed out to Idaho Falls in the morning and hit all the hot shopping sites: Fred Meyer, Baskin Robbins, Lowe's and JC Penny! :) We needed to pick up a few groceries, Karen had a who-knows-how-old gift certificate, I needed to pick up some parts for my maintenance job, and we needed to pick up Karen's ring, which I resized for our anniversary. We had a pretty good time driving around, I did get annoyed and frustrated and may have yelled, but we got past that eventually.
When I got home I had to complete some work orders, which took up most of the evening. I also had the opportunity to serve a family in our ward. The first counselor in the bishopric called and asked me to help give some blessings. I am very grateful for my calling in the ward, it has consistently given me opportunities to learn and exercise my priesthood. I am also grateful for the righteous, inspired men I serve with who are understanding and patient with me.
When I finished and got home guess what Karen and I did? Yup, stayed up way too late watching shows. (Will we ever learn?) This is usually okay on Friday nights, but not on Saturday. Sunday mornings I'm expected to be in meetings starting at 7:00 am, and if I don't get enough sleep it's hard to get up in the morning.
Sunday ended up alright though. I probably looked like I just rolled out of bed all day long, but at least I was there. Right? David was funny as I took him to nursery. We were walking down the hall and when I opened the door, he looked in and everyone said "hi" to him. He then promptly turned around and ran down the hall! Poor kid, I swear he's traumatized for life. He did not want to be in nursery and when I finally left he was screaming. However, before I could even turn the corner he stopped. This means one of two things, either they busted out the tranquilizers, or he's just a big whiner and wanted to stay with me, but once I left he was content to play with toys.
When I walked over to the church at seven the ground was dry and the sky overcast, but with no sign of the storm that was about to come. When Karen and I got out of sacrament meeting at noon the ground was covered in two inches of snow, and it was still coming down. Hard. With that, winter has finally begun. We were blessed to actually get a fall this year. We were able to enjoy a few 50-60 degree days in-between our weeks of below-freezing temperatures. I keep hearing we're supposed to have a mild winter, and someone told me today that it's supposed to be almost 50 again by Thanksgiving, but we'll see. With the two winters I've lived through, I wouldn't believe it for a second.
Though winter is usually harsh here in Idaho, this snow was peaceful. There was no wind; it made everything so quiet. I love how it reflects light and makes it seem brighter outside. The Sunday snowfall made me happy and excited. It signified the closeness of the holidays and aroused anticipation for my December vacation that will be filled with family and friends. It reminded me of past snow, running outside in the middle of the night with Lee, drifting around corners in the pickup, snow forts and snowball fights; so many fun memories. I can't wait to be back in Olympia for Christmas.
Cameron called on Saturday and Sunday. On Saturday it was 11:00 pm, Karen gave him a pretty hard time about calling so late. On Sunday it was 8:20 pm (Karen must have got to him) and then again a little after nine. He calls for my advice; at the end of every call he says, "you always give the best advice". I don't know about that, but it means a lot that he still calls for it. When we were in high school Cameron and I were inseparable. We were always hanging out together and talking late into the night about whatever. When he got back from his mission I had a hope that it might be that way again. I tried to transfer down to BYU so I could be closer to him, other friends, and family, but that didn't work out. Cameron is the type that makes friends extremely easily, no matter who or where he is. So, I was worried that my best friend would disappear and we would just catch up every now and then. I am grateful that hasn't happened, apparently the brotherly bond we had in high school was not just temporary. He still has his really good friends in Provo, but he still calls, still visits, still cares about my opinion. I think part of it may be that I know who he really is. Some of his friends think he should act a certain way, and he doesn't agree, so he calls me to get some support. I tell Karen that I'm his therapist. :)
That was long, huh? I think I'll change the title to "The Long-winded Monologues of Todd" it's more fitting.
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