Sorensen = Lazy

(Just so you know, I started this post three days ago. Now you know what I mean by lazy) While we were on vacation, we had two rooms. My parents, Shanna and Sarah stayed in one and then Nick, Mitch, and Alisha and I stayed in the other. One night the movie Flubber was on and in my family we all race to be the first asleep once the credits start rolling so that you don't have to turn it off. (*if you just thought, umm wow you are lazy, please re-read the title) Seeing that unless you are holding your eyes open at the very end because you are so tired, it is impossible. So you know what we do? Pretend to sleep, because we are all to lazy to be the one to find the remote or get up and turn off the TV. It reminded me of being at home and sleeping in the TV room on the weekends. We would all have our little spot in there and we would have a thirty minute debate session on which movie to watch. The debates began to get longer as Mitchell and Alisha refused to vote on anything other than Sister Act or Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmeron. Putting the choices in a hat and drawing one out wouldn't work either because knowing Mitchell he would write either Sister Act or Hocus Pocus on every single one in his attempts to fulfill his goal of watching each one of them ten times a week. So after an hour of arguing and my dad threatening to shut us up by sucking the plunger to our face we would finally settle on a movie. When the movie was nearing the end we would all peek out of the corners of our eyes to see who was still awake and then we would slowly drift off to "sleep." Eventually someone would cave and shut it off because it was back when we only had a VCR and at the end when it ran out of tape that scary loud noise would come on when the TV went to the white snowy channel. This noise made my heart leap out of my chest and haunted my dreams so I was usually the first one to shut it off. Eventually we caught a break when the DVD players came out because when they were finished playing, they would return to the menu and play the little snippet of music or talking. At first we were ok with that and would eventually really fall asleep only to be woken up by an annoyed mother or father trying to figure out how to turn the darn thing off because if they had to hear the same fifteen seconds of the Mean Girls DVD one more time they just might plug in every kitchen appliance and turn them on high to torture us with the annoying noise and once we start to complain they would yell "you try and figure out how to turn something off that you have never used." then they would high five and return back to bed while we tried to find the off switches. Don't worry, we would find our own methods. For example, winding Mitchell's night shirt up in the beaters shut it off really quick. Later it got to the point where the menu noise drove us to shove massive amounts of blanket in our ears, the most annoying DVD menu was the Emperor's New Groove. All of us begging for silence but we were all still to lazy to get up and turn it off. We began bribing each other, if you turn it off I will do your laundry for five weeks, if you turn it off I will do your homework until 2012, if you turn it off I will never tell dad about the time you voluntarily wore lipstick, if you turn it off I will take you to the horse stable and not bash on the horse with one eye. This just goes to show you how lazy we are. Oh and if you are wondering why we didn't use a remote it is simply because we had broken about ten over the span of one year by throwing them at each other when we were mad and so my dad stopped buying new ones. We learned our lesson and quit though because we could no longer take the insanity of Friday night movies. So if you are wondering if my remote that was the best wedding perk I could ask for is still intact, yes, and when I get home I am going to send the kids a picture text message of it that has the caption of "neiner neiner neinerrrr"