Surely I can't be the only woman out there who doesn't have a clue these days on how to get their television to work. It's not just the tv; it's the VCR, DVD player and stereo that give me problems. There appear to be more remote controls than there are electronic devices, and I'm thoroughly confused as to how to get them to work, or which remote goes to which device.
Case in point; last night I came into an empty living room and the telivision had been left on, which wouldn't have been too bad had it been left on something like HGTV so that I could watch some show on how to paint carpet or Desperate Housewives (you know, important programing!) Instead it had been left on American Idol!!! Oh, it was horrible. You know, the one in Seattle, where they had only 14 people get through? The folks on it were sooooo bad. Okay, I know the show sensationalizes, but those people actually thought they had a chance, and that's just too humiliating for me to even watch.
So what do I do? Go get Darling Daughter, who from this point forward shall be referred to as The Evil, Wicked, Demon Child Who Wishes To Cause Her Mother Unneccissary Suffering. This Demon Child came out of her room, squealing with thirteen year old delight over the pain that was being inflicted on me by this television program. She didn't care one whit about how I felt, how agonizingly painful it was to watch for me. No, she jumped onto the couch and held me hostage for two solid hours!
After 24 hours I have nearly recovered. Nearly. But I'm still at a loss as to how to change the channel, or turn off the TV... Boy, do I miss the old days when I was the remote!
Thursday, January 18, 2007