Wednesday, November 8, 2023

50 Shows I Didn’t Finish

Yesterday I shared a list of shows I’ve watched from start to finish. That got me thinking about all the shows I’ve quit. Some of them I walk away from them intentionally because I don’t like them or because of the sex/violence/language (though from yesterday’s list, you know I don’t always stop watching a show for those reasons). 

Other times I forget I’m watching them - which I guess means they just didn’t hold my interest. 

Sometimes I like a show, but then the writing gets really bad as the series goes on, and I stop watching. 

Sometimes I move on to a new show that I’m more excited about and never come back. 

So for many different reasons, there are a lot of shows I’ve started watching and never finished. Here are 50 of them (do you love that I have to limit my list to 50?):

Anne with an E

Arrested Development

The Bear

Blacklist

Burn Notice

Chuck

Cobra Kai

Criminal Minds

The Crown

CSI

Dawson’s Creek

Doctor Who

Downton Abbey

Fargo

The Flash

Fuller House

Ghost Whisperer

Ginny & Georgia

The Goldbergs

Good Witch

Granite Flatts

Heartland

How to get Away with Murder

The Lincoln Lawyer

Locke & Key

Mad Men

Manifest

A Million Little Things

Nine Perfect Strangers

Once Upon a Time

Outer Banks

Peaky Blinders

Psych

Pushing Daisies

Quantico

Reign

The Rings of Power

Schitt’s Creek

Ted Lasso

The Secret Life of the American Teenager

This Is Us

The Umbrella Academy

Walker

Wednesday

The West Wing

When Calls the Heart

Working Moms

Yellowstone

Younger

The X-Files

Thanks for letting me talk TV two days in a row. Imma go watch a show now. 

Tuesday, November 7, 2023

Confessions of a TV Junkie

The other day I had a very honest moment with myself. I was thinking about all of the shows I’ve watched, and I realized… I’m a TV junkie. 

I go through bouts of not watching anything, but when I find something I like, I’m a full-on binge watcher. 

My favorite line from 30 Rock - which I’ve watched twice 

I decided, for amusement, to see if I could make a list of all the shows I’ve watched from start to finish. It’s a bit embarrassing to see the list because A) there are a lot of shows I don’t want anyone to know I’ve watched and B) well… mostly just A. 

Before I present the list, just know that you should never use “Brittany watched it” as a reason to think that a show is clean and/or appropriate. I watch a lot of stuff I would never let my grandma watch. I used to not be this way, but I’ve gotten very lax in my TV viewing. 

I know, I know.

(Some of them I’ve watched with Vid Angel).

There’s no way this list is complete - in fact, I can think of two series I’ve watched but can’t remember the names of. It’s driving me nuts. And I’m sure I’ll think of more shows over time that I need to add (I just thought of one now)!

With all that business out of the way, here is my watch list. I’m doing three categories: complete series I’ve watched, limited and mini series I’ve watched, and series I am caught up on that are still in progress. 

Complete Series I Have Watched

30 Rock

The Big Bang Theory

The Bletchley Circle 

Broadchurch

The Chestnut Man

Cunk on Earth

Desperate Housewives

Family Tree

Friday Night Lights

Friends

Gilmore Girls

Gossip Girl

Hart of Dixie

Home Fires

Home Improvement 

How I Met Your Mother

The King of Queens

Land Girls

Lost

M*A*S*H

Miranda

Moon Boy

New Girl

The Office

Offspring 

The Paradise

Parenthood

Robin Hood

Scrubs

Sherlock

Veronica Mars

Victoria

White Collar


Limited Series/Mini Series

Alias Grace

A Small Light

Big Little Lies

Chernobyl 

Defending Jacob

Echoes

Endeavor 

Firefly Lane

Jane Eyre

Keep Sweet Pray and Obey

Les Miserables

Little Fires Everywhere

Maid

Murder Among the Mormons

North and South

The Queen’s Gambit

River

Station Eleven

Tess of the D’Ubervilles

Under the Banner of Heaven

Unorthodox

WandaVision

The Watcher

Wuthering Heights


Current Series

Emily in Paris

The Last of Us

Only Murders in the Building 

Lessons in Chemistry

Shrinking

Silo

Stranger Things

Sullivan’s Crossing

Sweet Magnolias

Virgin River

And with that, I’ve suddenly decided what tattoo I’m going to get: 



Monday, November 6, 2023

You Might be Forty…

I’ve had a lot of friends and family hit the milestone of turning 40 over the years, but these next few months are special because people my age are turning 40. We have arrived! 

(I have 55 days).

(I’m really excited about what I’m going to do on my birthday). 

Over the weekend, Michelle (my BFF/SIL) turned 40. She had a party on Saturday night, and I wanted to put together something fun for her, so I made a gift basket of things centered around “You Might be Forty…”

Here’s what was in it:

You Might be Forty…

…if you’ve worked at the same job for twenty years (notebook that says “work hard and eat snacks” on the cover)

Michelle has been at her job for 19 years (I rounded up). She went to school for interior design and works for a tile company. 

…if you sprinkle when you sneeze (sprinkles).

…if “what’s poppin” is your joints (popcorn and socks that say “what’s poppin?”)

…if you have five kids (the card game Five Crowns).

Michelle fought to get that 4th child, and when her husband was finally on board… they got twins!

…if the fashions from your youth have recirculated (scrunchies and a hair claw)

…if Oldies 94.1 is playing your jams (jar of jam).

…if some of your body parts need a boost (Olay booster serums).

…if you were born in 1983 (1983 t-shirt).


It’s always fun to put together a themed gift (my favorite of all time is my mom’s “smart ass” birthday basket from last year). 


(Not everyone can give their mom a “smart ass” birthday gift, but I can. It’s her love language. She has the plate on display in her kitchen).

Michelle is the first of my “besties of the same age” to turn 40. Now the rest of us will follow along. 

Here’s to forty (because we have no choice)!

Quick final photo as I was running out the door


Sunday, November 5, 2023

Howdy From a New Ward

As many of you know, our ward (or church congregation) was dissolved in September. We were divided geographically between two other wards. We’d been in the same ward for 20 years, so it’s a big change, but we’ve always known it was a possibility. 

I thought I’d do a little write up about how it’s going. I loved my old ward, and I love my new ward, so my purpose is not to declare which is best, but I will say, they are quite different! Maybe this will be a boring read for most of you, but it’s good for my personal journaling, and lots of my readers are from “the other side” of my old ward, and I’m genuinely interested in how they are doing in their new ward, so they might be curious about us over here, too.

Our new ward is in another building, so now when we head to church each week, we turn right instead of left. Our “new” building is quite old (I continue to believe that it pre-dates Noah and survived the flood). It has chalkboards, which I don’t think I’m ever going to be okay with. All I can think about in class is the white powder all over the teachers’ clothes (especially those dry clean only suits). One cool thing about our building is that it has windows in the chapel. They are up by the ceiling, so all we can see out of them is tree tops and sky, but the natural light is nice. I also like that we no longer have to pass through a busy intersection to get to church. For the past few weeks, most of the primary kids and youth have walked home together, and I love that they can do that.

Our primary and youth are really small, which is kind of a bummer, but at the same time, it allows everyone to have a little more attention. I think our old ward had the perfect amount of youth - not so many that they could easily get lost or forgotten, but not so few that attendance at activities became a big issue. There are only two priests in our ward now, and Nicky is the only one there a lot of the time. All of the youth attend the same Sunday School class, which will be interesting next year if they keep Nicky (17), Daisy (14), and Zoe (11) in the same class. 

Our ward has a lot of elderly members. On the first week, the chapel seemed so empty, and I realized it’s because so many of our congregation are empty nesters. Six households can fit on a single bench, so even though there are a lot of families in our ward, they don’t take up a lot of seating space because they are mostly families of two. On our first week, Eva leaned over to me and said, “Wow! There are a lot of grandmas and grandpas at this church!”

Speaking of grandmas and grandpas, Scotty’s mom and step-dad are in our ward. Not only that, they are the Relief Society and Elders Quorum president. My mother-in-law told me she would not turn in my name for a calling because she didn’t want to make me mad. I never mentioned it to her, but I wished I could teach Relief Society. I just hoped that wherever I ended up would be inspired by the Lord and not affected by any family biases. Scotty got swooped into Young Men the very first week. A few weeks later, I got called in to meet with a member of the bishopric. The counselor I met with hemmed and hawed for a minute because he couldn’t remember what calling he was supposed to extend to me. Finally he looked at his notes on his iPad. I felt like Harry Potter with the sorting hat (“Not Young Women! Not Slytherin!”).

I was completely thrown off when I was called to be a Relief Society teacher (“Gryffindor!”) My mother-in-law told me she stayed out of it, and her counselors requested me. I won’t teach very often because there are four of us. I’ve never had a calling that was this much… non-work. 

(How will I cope with the chalk boards?)

It’s really strange to be in a ward that has enough people to fill callings. We have an activities committee just for Elders Quorum, and there’s a funeral committee. There are extra people all over the place, and so many people without callings yet. 

The other day my kids asked, “When will we get our keys to the new church?” After continuing the conversation, I learned that my kids thought everyone gets keys to the church. That’s when I realized that, save for about six months, either Scotty or me has been in a church calling that came with church keys for our kids’ entire lives. They’ve never known life without keys! So they were a little shocked to find out that we won’t be getting any.

I kind of hoped that as we transitioned to a new ward that we’d get a few weeks to just chill, but that wasn’t case. I was asked to sub in nursery our first week, and we’ve already had to say the prayers in sacrament meeting. I had my ministering assignments within the first week, and we had to clean the church our third week. 

We had our first ward activity last weekend - a chili cook off. There was so much food! It was actually kind of stressful to pick a few chilis to try (next time I’m bringing a muffin tin so I can try 12 chilis at once). But it was a nice event and well-attended. 

My kids have all had different feelings about the new ward. Daisy has struggled the most. A few of her closest friends are in the other ward. Zoe and Eva have been okay. They seem to enjoy primary and their bi-weekly activities. Nicky hasn’t complained at all - so I don’t know if he’s doing well or if he just isn’t telling us. 

Overall, things are good, but I think we are going to feel displaced for a while. We are very “welcomed,” but the ward doesn’t quite feel like it’s “ours” yet. It seems like we’re long-term visitors. We’ll get there.

Saturday, November 4, 2023

To Love a Child

One of the things my son Nicky has had to face in his life is that he has been easy to ignore. All through his childhood, he was the kid who got skipped over any time someone passed out treats at school or primary. I can't tell you how many times I've seen him walk out of a class where everyone else has a treat in hand, and he has nothing, and then he says, "They didn't give me one." 


In elementary school, he was often brushed over. He wasn't much of a problem, but he also didn't stand out. He was always just sort of... there. Never teacher's pet. Never chosen for something special. At parent/teacher conferences I could always tell that his teachers didn't know much about him. His scores were fine, and that was enough, and he didn’t demand attention. He also didn't have a lot of friends. Casual acquaintances, yes. Kids who generally liked him? Sure. But not friends. Not someone to invite him over to play. So for a very long time, he had no social life, and I was in constant debate over whether that was okay. Scotty was that way growing up, but he never cared. He never needed friends. He always preferred to work rather than hang out with his peers. So I often wondered, is Nicky just like Scotty? Or is there something more to this? Most of the time, it didn't seem to bother him, but then one night, he came home from Cub Scouts crying over being excluded. It broke my heart (as those things do). 

Around ages 9-11, Nicky started to really struggle with anxiety. I wasn't sure what to do for him. He was terrified to talk to people, scared to be in his room alone (so we had Daisy sleep in his room), and sick to the stomach every day. We did a few things to try and help, talked to the pediatrician, and enrolled him in Tae Kwon Do. 


I started praying for an adult to come into his life who would take more notice of him and love him. A leader... a teacher... someone outside of Scotty and me who could see him. It’s not that his adult influences hadn’t treated him well or that they’d done something wrong (I don’t fault anyone); they just kind of looked past him, and I needed someone to pay more attention to him.

When he went into sixth grade, his teacher, Mrs. P was the answer to my prayers. Mrs. P was exactly what he needed. She loved Nicky. She got to know him, she cared about him, and she seemed to really enjoy him. For the past six years, Mrs. P has bought Nicky a book from the Scholastic Book Fair each year. 


In sixth grade, Nicky also started hanging out with his friend, Sam, who was another answer to a prayer. Nicky had always had his cousin Travis around, and he and Travis went to school together for many years, but after sixth grade, Travis moved, so we were so grateful to have Sam for Nicky to transfer into junior high with. 

Travis and Nicky in their last day of school together

Nicky still didn't socialize much until the end of junior high. During the last semester of 8th grade, all of a sudden he started "hanging out" with a group of friends (Sam included). He actually left the house! With people! He also had a few more teachers take notice of him and support and encourage him beyond the everyday classroom setting. He grew more confident, and I was so grateful, as his mother, to see him loved by other people. In one particular instance, Nicky had to ask a few adults to write character references for him to receive his Eagle Scout. He asked one of his school teachers who also happens to live in our neighborhood, and he wrote the kindest most detailed letter about Nicky. I was so touched by the things this teacher saw in Nicky and shared in his reference. That’s what I was looking for - someone to see and acknowledge Nicky’s specific strengths. 


Now Nicky is doing pretty well socially. He has the most amazing friends, and I just want to gather them all in my arms and kiss them each on the forehead and say, "You are wonderful! And you are wonderful! And even though you're a bit of a turd, I still think you're wonderful!" He also continues to have a few teachers who challenge him and give him new opportunities. He has been "picked" for special things, and a lot of adults trust and rely on him. He gets asked to help out a lot with yard and pet care when people go out of town. He got to have the lead roll in a class play for theatre last year. His boss seems to really like him, and he is willing to work with Nicky’s complicated fall schedule. His golf coach? Meh. On the golf team, Nicky has returned to his status of just sort of... there (Not enough golf bags for everyone on the team? Fine, skip Nicky). But you can't win them all. Now my worry is that Nicky is involved in too many things, but I check in with him regularly and try to help him identify when there's too much (this year of school came at him like a freight train - I tried to convince him not to do the golf team this year, but he still did it. I also tried to convince him to not join the swim team. That didn’t work, either).

It's such a blessing to know that people in our village love my son. 

And here is where I transition to what I really want to write today. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about loving the “difficult ones.” Even though Nicky was easily ignored for so much of his early life, I don’t think he was necessarily disliked. He was more “under the radar.” There are; however, children who are harder to enjoy and love. It might be that their behavior is challenging, it might be that they are incredibly annoying, or it might be that they just rub ya the wrong way. How unfair is it to not like a child? And yet, there are children out there that I struggle with and do not like. Ouch. At the same time, I understand how important it is for every child to be loved genuinely and fiercely. It’s important for the child, of course, but it’s also important for the child’s parents. Parents know when people find their children unlikable. As parents, we need other people to love our children. Sometimes children are completely resistant to the love of adults. They won’t acknowledge the things we do for them. In fact, they’re completely oblivious to what others do on their behalf - their brains don’t really work that way yet. But sometimes, parents can see someone else caring about their child, and it means the world - especially for those whose children might be more difficult to love. 

I do not practice perfect love toward the “difficult ones,” but occasionally, I have observed a hard-to-love child, and I have thought what would it be like to be this child’s parent? What would I hope for him? How would I want his leaders, teachers, or other adult influences to treat him and feel about him? With that I feel chastened and want to do better. 

Several years ago I had the opportunity to learn to love a child who was not well-liked. He was obnoxious, defiant, disruptive, and frankly… gross. He would shove stuff in his mouth and spit it back out covered in slobber. He was not well kempt. He didn’t relate to anyone - peers or adults. He wouldn’t follow directions, was completely disrespectful to everyone, and was the center of attention everywhere he went because he was difficult and demanding. He was the type of child that, in his presence, everyone else’s experience was ruined. I didn’t like him. No one liked him. But to continue doing my work, I knew I had to figure out how to love this kid. It was hard to do, but I started taking time to have one on one interactions with him. I had to learn his interests, and I had to be patient with his mannerisms. Sometimes I could ask him a question about himself and he would answer. Other times he would be unreachable and conversation couldn’t happen because he wanted to act like a duck or chew on his shirt. Over time I found that this kid could be very entertaining. His ideas and responses were sometimes so unpredictable that I started to look forward to what he would do next. Was he going to speak to me in his own language? Or tell me about a government conspiracy involving aliens? Or was he going to run away from me and make me chase him through a parking lot? (Sometimes he’d escape through a window, and I wasn’t limber enough to follow him. I lost him more than once).  

It never became easy to deal with this child, and I had to manage a lot of other people’s negative feelings toward him, but somehow, I was able to learn how to love him. It didn’t come easily at first, and it didn’t come naturally, but it did come. 

This is one success story. Unfortunately that’s not how all of my stories go. There are some kids for whom I’ve said, “Someone else is going to have to love this one.”

But the parent in me knows. Every child needs to be loved by someone outside of their family, so if we all figure out how to love a difficult child or two, maybe together we can get them all! You never know whose mother is pleading for it!

Friday, November 3, 2023

Dear Britt

Dear Britt of Early November 2023,

I am writing to you as Britt of mid-December 2022. I’ve never written a blog post and scheduled it to publish this far in advance (gosh, I hope you’re not dead, or this is going to be really weird), but I felt the need to write you a gentle and compassionate letter that might help you through the rest of your year.

Britt, here’s the thing. Every year during the holidays, you experience some of the same things, and every year, you go, “Oh, yeah! I forgot this is what happens.” So I’m here to prep you. 

Your kids are going to get difficult. They will fight more than normal (if you can believe it’s possible), and they will likely be moody, jealous, and whiney for eight weeks straight. The jealousy kicks in long before any gifts. You probably noticed it kicking in around Halloween and then climbing through Zoe’s birthday. 

This time of year, they all need special attention. Is it the lack of time outside? The busy-ness of the season? The overstimulation? Slacker parenting? An abundance of sugar? The increased darkness? Perhaps a little of all of the above? I dunno for sure, but what I do know is that the kids will seem unmanageable, entitled, and highly emotional. Remember that this happens every year, and it usually gets better after Christmas. In the meantime, try to love them through it.

In truth, you have high emotions during the holidays, too. You struggle with the excess - too many gifts, too many sweets, too many expectations, too many events. 

I have no solid advice for you, but here are a few things you can try:

Block off a day of each week in November and December to stay home, and if anyone asks you if you’re free that day, YOU ARE NOT FREE. You have a plan - a plan to stay home. 

Eliminate some events. Look at the traditions you participate in and decide which ones are meaningful enough to keep doing every year, which ones you want to do some years, and which ones you can get rid of entirely. 

Dressing in DI flannel? Not something you have to do every year. 

Let your kids decorate the basement tree. I know, I know. It’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do, but it makes them happy, and that’s less work for you (they will fight about it, so give them a pep talk and outline some rules first. Maybe you can give them each an assignment and send them downstairs one at a time to do their part). 

Use gift bags. I know you love your double-sided Sam’s Club wrapping paper, but gift bags are like wham bam, thank you ma’am! No scraps, no aching back, and far less time consuming. And when the kids steal your tape? No worries! We are prepared for this, Britt, because I stocked up on gift bags on clearance last year. 

Don’t put Christmas lights up on the house. You can’t afford the power bill.

Stay off your phone on Black Friday (and all the days before and after Black Friday that are now also Black Friday). I dare you. You always overspend. You don’t need Cafe Rio gift cards. I know, I know. Calm down! This is YOU telling you that you don’t need Cafe Rio gift cards. Listen to yourself!

Somehow you need to get your shopping and gift giving in check. Every year you start off strong. You make a list of who to buy for, and you keep a record of what you’ve purchased and how much you’ve spent. Then somewhere along the line, you go rogue. Can this be the year you stay in control? Can you keep things simple? Can you?!?! 

I believe you can. This is your year! Go get ‘em, girl. And by “em,” I reiterate that I am not referring to Cafe Rio gift cards.

Glad tidings, 

Britt coping with Christmas 2022

Help me




Thursday, November 2, 2023

Currently (November 2023 Edition)

Reading:


Sick of: Halloween

Cooking: nothing. Today is Zoe's birthday, so we are going to go out for Chinese food tonight. I usually let my kids pick what they want for dinner (at home) on their birthdays, but Zoe always picks tamales, and we are all sick of tamales, so I let her pick a restaurant instead so we don't have to have tamales. 

Suffering from: a lingering cough

Enjoying: driving a van that doesn't make scary noises.

Stressed about: paying for said van.

Wanting: a new crock pot. I just got a new one recently, but it runs too hot, so I want to replace it. 

Wearing: black joggers and an Adidas hoodie which I plan to change out of around 10:00 a.m. when I get too hot.

Sad about: things I can't blog about - not because they are confidential but because they are controversial.

Embarrassed by: walking around with a hole in the butt of my pants the other day. Now that I think of it, I might have forgotten to throw them away after discovering the (unrepairable) hole, which means they could easily recirculate. I'll be on the lookout when I do laundry lest I wear them in public again.

Watching:

Making: nothing. I just finished a bunch of props for the school musical, and I'm taking a break from projects for a minute. 

Happy about: cool weather.

Procrastinating: the last garden chores (removing the watering system for winter).

Distracted by: Christmas decor.

Feeling: good... like I should...

Saying: "Stop it!" 

Struggling with: children fighting incessantly (hence the "Stop it!" which can also be substituted with "Knock it off!")

Listening to:



Looking forward to: putting up the Christmas tree in a few weeks. I'm changing out some of my decorations, and I'm in the process of putting together some new things. I'm in the middle of an experiment that will determine the final theme for my tree. I have a vision... I dunno if it's going to work out. 

Buying: a few things for the Christmas tree, dish detergent, and carrots (I'll be on my way to the store shortly after I publish this post). Happy Pay Day, ya'll!

Smelling: fall scents. I love them! I'm sitting next to a pumpkin spice candle (not currently burning), and I can smell it. 

Craving: a vacation. 

Thankful for: home and family.