Ah. Lifetime. I heart Lifetime. Especially at the holidays.
No, I'm not talking about Lifetime Fitness, although, actually, I did used to (kindof) heart LT last year when I was (kindof) training for Ironman and I used to (kindof) swim (which I so did NOT heart) there on volleyball practice nights. Well, that was until they wanted to charge me a single daypass fee of $30 last week when it was dark and raining and I was feeling wimpy and didn't want to get my new running shoes all wet. Or my hair for that matter. So I dropped Frankie off and headed over there and $30 for a day pass? Puhlease! I asked the receptionist what US Fitness charged, which just so happened to be right next door, she said she didn't know, but I am pretty sure she did too know (it was $15) and that she probably thought (wrong!), what with it raining and all, and what with me being all dressed to workout and all, that I'd just shell out the $30. You'll be glad to know that I most certainly did not because, well, hello? I could have my hair washed and dried by a professional for $30.
Wait, where was I?
Oh yes, Lifetime. I heart Lifetime. You know - the tv channel?
For at least a couple of hours most weekends the month of December, you can find me and oftentimes both me and Frankie, in front of the television watching the Christmas movies on Lifetime. Seriously, I've seen them all... A Diva's Christmas Carol, Home for the Holidays, The Holiday Switch, the Road to Christmas, Dear Santa. You name it, we've seen it. A few times. Ok, maybe more than a few times.
There aren't many shows that I make much of an effort to watch - and most definitely not at the time they are actually shown, thank goodness for the DVR - so the fact that I can sit, sometimes for hours (and hours) on end, watching sappy Christmas movies is rather... interesting. Especially considering that each and every one is just a slight variation of the other - a story about some sort of a crisis or catastrophe that, incredibly, miraculously, is completely resolved to the joy and happiness of all by the approaching Christmas holiday.
Homeless people find shelter. A widowed, lonely man finds a wife. An orphan is adopted. The wicked witch boss develops a giving heart. A secret wish comes true.
I heart them. Every single one. You know why?
I heart them because I know, every December, I can snuggle up with my girl in a comfy chair, and have my faith in the simple goodness of life restored. That happiness will happen for us. That Santa exists if we say he does. That love is right around the next corner. And that no one has to be alone. Especially on Christmas.
falalala lifetime!
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