I Need a Pause Button

Spencer's dance recital is this weekend and all I can think about is how it feels like it was just yesterday that I wrote this post about her starting ballet lessons.  How has it time for her recital already?  How has  seven months passed by like it's at warp speed?  Where is the pause button, because I really need it?

I was thinking about this all day yesterday when I remembered something I'd written on here in the early days of this blog about my love/hate relationship with my DVR.  You can read the whole post here, but one of the snippets caught my eye:

And then other times I want to take my remote my control and press pause on life.  The really beautiful moments keep flying by, they never last long enough and I only get to experience it once. With a DVR, it's okay if you miss something because the phone rings- you can either rewind it and watch it again or you can press pause and it will stay frozen in time until you to return.  If you really loved something you watched, well, you can rewind and start it all over again.  There's no such thing as a lost moment with a DVR.  Why can't I do this with life?  Please, smart geniuses at MIT, invent one of these mechanisms for me. 

It seems as though those geniuses at MIT haven't really come through for me yet.  Maybe I should have made my request to Cal Tech?  I was doing my regular morning blogosphere perusal yesterday when I read this on one of my favorite blogs.  It just confirmed to me that I'm not the only one who can't believe how fast these years are flying by.  I would really love for a physicist to explain to me why in your childhood life seems to creep by inch by inch and then once you've reached that all important goal of being a "grown up," it starts to go faster than the blink of an eye.  It doesn't seem fair.  I guess I need to remind myself of this sometimes:

(print I recently bought)

Fair is Where You Get Cotton Candy.  Words to live by!

Thoughts on Live Television

Since there is no TiVo or FauxVo here in The Middle Of Nowhere, North Carolina, I am forced to watch tv live. That means I have to choose which show I want to watch the most, since I can't tape two shows at once. Tonight, alone, I missed three season premieres! I'm used to reminders that let me know when something I like is going to be on tv. Because there is no Guide, I completely forgot that Lipstick Jungle was now coming on Wednesdays. Ugh, my level of live tv frustration has never been more high.

One of my favorite aspects of FauxVo is the library. When faced with stinky late night tv, I just watch a tried and true favorite episode that I saved. Here, I'm forced to watch the actual programming- the Horror! Fast-forwarding through commercials is a luxury I have taken for granted, never again. I feel a little pathetic that I am so dependent on my DVR when there are some people here who don't even have running water, or indoor plumbing, or dishwashers. But they don't have a one year old who bit them so hard on the neck that it looks like the mother of all hickeys, then threw up in the stroller, followed by pooping in the bathtub - at the end of the bath. My DVR is an essential escape mechanism that makes all that crap, literally, bearable.