The grass is greener... on showtime?

Two subjects... one post.

Showtime Thanks to my whopping 3.5% increase here at the university, I will be getting roughly a grand 62.00 more take home pay per month. Now while I should do the smart thing and use that extra 62.00 to add to my credit card payments or even you know to live off of since somehow I still run out of money at the end of the month, I am not doing that. No. I am upgrading my cable to allow me Showtime. It is only 15.00 of my whopping 62.00 so there still remains a little extra on the table. :) Now you may wonder why Showtime. Why not the sporn capital of the world Skinimax or maybe the show heavy HBO (there really isn't anything funny about HBO)... I'll tell you why... Dead Like Me. I love this show. Back when I did the failed experiment of getting rid of all of my cable (who was I kidding really?), I didn't reup for the fancy channels I had before. Mostly because the fancy package I had before no longer existed and I was suddenly faced with paying way more than I signed up for. I gave it up. But now that Dead Like Me is coming back, I have to have it. The other plus side, is that for some reason I now get Encore. They each have like 15 channels of movies so perhaps I can finally find something worth while to watch in the evenings (yeah right.). In any case... I am overjoyed to find Showtime back in my life...

The Grass is Greener Earlier today, Michelle and I had a brief discussion about if marriage isn't one of those grass is greener ideas for single people. It is funny because just last night as I was sitting alone on my sofa I thought it might be nice to be married. Periodic bouts of that fantasy (damn you For Better or Worse) notwithstanding, most of the time I can't imagine being married. I would have to give up parts of my life that I'm just starting to relish (not to mention 1/2 my bed, closet, bathroom etc.). Right now I do what I want, when I want, with whomever I want (including move from state to state as randomly as I want). I like that freedom, and while I don't think marriage would require me to give all that up, some level of consideration would have to occur and I would not necessarily curtail my adventures but at least consult with hubby about them. (Well, lets face it, it isn't like I lead some wild swinging life where I do heavy drugs, riot and loot old folks' homes and/or have rampant kinky sex with a bunch of nameless faceless folks... Honestly on that last one if some of you knew how long it has been you would weep for me... :) BUT I would have to do things like dishes on a more regular basis (although that could be dear hubby's chore?)... actually get dressed on the weekend... and probably not let gay boys feel me up. I think the compromise is some long term boyfriend who doesn't live with me. Apparently as I have failed mr. craigslist's personal quiz I will have to seek other venues in which to find mr long term boyfriend who doesn't live with me. Otherwise I have to start obtaining cats.