One giant leap for man's time!
We've been entertaining the idea for a while, to shut off our satellite tv. I've lost interest in most of my shows, and Jake is mainly in it for the ball games. We knew it would hit the kids the hardest. They watch too much tv.
Jake promised that when the Cowboys were finished with their season, we could shut it off.
The playoffs came, and Jake was on the edge of his seat...rooting for his team, and for his satellite services.
When the Boys lost their second playoff game, I didn't want to add insult to injury. I didn't say a word about the tv...and gave Jake a proper amount of time to mourn his teams' loss, and distract himself with his shows.
Yesterday, his time was up.
I casually mentioned, "Oh yeah. Weren't we going to shut off the satellite now that your Boys are done?"
"Oh...um...yeah. I guess we were."
"Why don't you do it," I dared.
Likely, hoping I was bluffing, he grabbed the phone, and dialed the number to cancel the service.
I knew this was going to be hard, because I knew the people on the other end of the phone, weren't going to let this go without a fight. I knew they'd sell their asses off, trying to get him to stay.
As I expected, from Jake's end of the convo, I heard, "Well...nah...just cancel it. NO, it's not really about the money. I'd just like to cancel. Well, is that even possible? So, it'll only cost me this much, if I drop those channels? Really? Yeah, let's keep the Tivo, and HD. Sure, we'll give that a try."
He hung up the phone, and turned to look at me. No words were needed. My eyes said, "You big puss!"
He bumbled and fumbled, and tried to justify keeping a few channels. He tried to sell it to me, as it had been sold to him, that he was weaning himself off the tv.
I wasn't buying it. I didn't say anything. I just figured it was gonna take some time, and that this was a decent first step.
Then he says, "Fuck it," and he dialed the phone again.
He stood his ground this time, and even when she offered him a discount on our service, he was strong, and had her disconnect our satellite.
We had a couple of hours left with it.
The kids plopped down in front of it, absorbing as much Hannah Montanna, Spongebob, and WWE as they could, I sat down to watch a few shows left on Tivo, and Jake couldn't bear to see the tv. Not even to say goodbye.
Jake took Lil to practice, the boys were still soaking it in.
At 7pm CST, on January 27, 2010, the satellite went out.
I knew it was gone because of the screams of horror that bellowed from the play room. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Then, Avery stormed past me, announcing that he was going to bed since there was nothing else to do.
This was gonna be even better than I expected.
We have grand plans for our time that has been freed. Bike rides, games, we'll still have movies, maybe I'll get around to all that laundry, and Jake says he might start a band!
Yeah...I'm betting it's back on within the year!!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
One giant leap for man's time!
Posted by Nikki B. at 9:42 AM