Remote Possibilities

I recently waged a battle with the various remote controls for the new HDTV in our bedroom. Jamie and I had watched a movie the night prior and for the life of me, I could not switch the input back to TV. My life depended on it (or at least a shower while Bode watched Elmo). But much to my frustration, I could not get it to work.

It reminded of my first meltdown the day after I moved to Colorado. I had given up everything: friends, a career and city I loved, a cool house across from Sugar House park and my independence. All for a guy I had met on the Internet.

Internet Guy had gone to work and I was left alone in the condo we would share together after our wedding. I half-heartedly unpacked some boxes but feeling overwhelmed, I grabbed the remote to watch some television. I had never even heard of Dish Network, let alone taken the requisite Ph.D. course to navigate it.

For an hour, I battled that remote and lost. And so I did what any sane person would do who had just left her entire life behind:

I freaked out.

I called Jamie, sobbing about how I could not get the remote to work. Of course, the remote was just the straw for this camel. He wisely came right home, consoled his train-wreck-of-a-fiancee, set me up on the television with reruns of The Newlywed Game, and still chose to marry me. Even after full disclosure.

It has been five and a half years since that day. With a new home, two kids and great life together, we have come a long way.

Well, except that I still cannot work the stupid remote.

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