Good ole' Technology

First, I must say it's my brother's birthday today, so Happy 23rd Birthday, Gary!!!

So last night, was Wednesday (I guess that's obvious), and we have our church youth group weekday activities on that night. We're both youth leaders, so we go. I'm also the Young Women's basketball coach, and before the activity starts we have practice. Then we have the activity, and then Z and I usually stay and play basketball with some other men and women in the ward. I love our basketball nights, Zac doesn't. Being a wonderful husband, he suffers through it anyway. Unfortunately, we're huge Lost fans, and have become a bit addicted to Invasion, as well. Yep, Wednesday night shows. Modern technology allows us to record them, and watch them later, so no big complaints there. Here's my tale of woe, though:

Last night we didn't have a youth activity because tonight is a Youth Temple trip, to the beautiful DC temple. I went to YW bball practice, then came home during the time we normally have our activity. Zac had to go to a Scout Merit Badge clinic (he's Scoutmaster), so I started programming the VCR to record our shows. While doing that, I got sucked into The Biggest Loser, a show where people compete to see which team can lose the most weight. Amazing, a reality show that probably actually contributes to the well-being of society. Anyway, Navy wives were on one team, and Marine wives on the other. I was rooting for the Navy wives, since my dad was in the Navy for a few years, and also because the Marine wives were kinda acting like jerks. So we get to the final weigh-in for the episode. The Marine wives had lost a total of 5-ish percent of their collective weight, and one by one the Navy wives are stepping on the scale to see if they lost more.

I'm engrossed. As each Navy wife is weighed, the hostess (I can't remember her name, but one of the aunts on that show, Sabrina, the Teenage Witch...) breathlessly declares how much the remaining women need to have lost in order to win. We get to the very last Navy wife. She must lose more than 10 pounds in order to edge out the Marines. This could go either way, as all the women have lost around 10 pounds...Just as Sabrina's aunt is about to announce her results, the VCR kicks into record mode, switching the screen to ABC..."NOOOOO!!!" I scream, frantically trying to figure out how to get it back to the other show. If Zachariah had been there, he would have calmly pushed a button or two, and there the Navy wife would appear, either hanging her head in shame and disappointment or being hoisted upon the shoulders of her teammates. But it was not to be.

Sure, I could probably somehow find the results of last night's show online, but the moment of anticipation has passed. I'm still curious, but more as a passerby, not in the involved, edge-of-my seat way I was last night.

Maybe I'll try to learn how to actually work our VCR...or TV...I think they were in on it together...