Guilty pleasures and also Why My Husband is So Much Better Than Anyone Else I Could Have Married

Alright, fess up: who else is watching this show? It looked so cheesy when I first saw the previews while TCB was home but then I thought, "What else is on over the summer? Give it a shot." And I'm hooked. It's actually really clever, both acting and writing, and I count the days between episodes now. And then I decided to fire up my laptop and go to last.fm to check out the music track...now I'm hooked on it, too. Get the application and search on "tag=swingtown". OK, perhaps those of you not alive in the '70s won't appreciate it but I love that it makes me remember summers spent as a kid listening to my transistor radio over the long school holidays.

Dorothy Hamill hair, tube tops, flip flops, and cut-off jeans shorts. I was eight years old in the summer of 1976 and I remember it so clearly...it was a great time to be a kid. I was Gerald Ford's campaign manager in the mock election we held at our school that year (some things never change) as well as being all wrapped up in the Bicentennial hoopla. Our huge, wood-encased TV brought a whopping 5 channels into our living room. (I was the remote control: "Denise, change the channel.") Our phone (we only had one) was avocado green to match the appliances and it had a circular dial mechanism. I don't think video games existed at that point and certainly the personal computer did not, so we spent our time riding bikes, running through the sprinklers, and playing with my Bionic Woman/Six Million Dollar Man action figures. (I also had Barbie's Airplane...my cousin had Barbie's Cruise Ship - did anyone get the Barbie Star Traveller motor home? I wanted that SO BADLY but it was like $75 so that just wasn't in the cards.) Life was simple and it was good. I wonder what the kids that are eight years old will think of their childhood when they're 40?

In closing, I have to mention that my husband totally ROCKS. He's been asking me to email or (at least) update my blog for the better part of a week, so, when he reiterated that request yesterday via instant message, I told him to check my blog. About 15 minutes later, he told me that I should go to BlogHer and that he'd transfer money to my account to make it happen. Isn't he the sweetest man ever? I did explain that I'd already given away my opportunity to be one of the few allowed to register after the cutoff and also thanked him for being so kind. Honestly, I knew I could have made it happen financially but I also knew that, in this economy with necessities of life becoming so dear and layoffs all around me, it just wasn't the right decision for me to make. Sort of like not buying the shoes that I want. I guess I'm growing up.