Guilty as charged

I had someone ask me one time where I get the title for my blogs. They just happen. My friend commented that she never knew what the actual topic was going to be just by the title. Sometimes I don't either. On with the show.

Usually on Saturdays, I spend some time just wallowing in my bed. That is one of the few days I have to just lay there and count the bumps in the popcorn on my ceiling. The kids don't usually bother me and even make their own breakfasts. It usually consists of cereal and occasionally toast. It's not like they are frying bacon and scrambling eggs. Sometimes, they come in one at a time and snuggle. I love my snuggle time. But when they all come in, I kick them out. One is good, two I can handle, but all three usually ends up in a fight about something. If hubby is working, which has been a ton this summer, I have the TV all to myself.

I find myself floating from channel to channel until I catch something that isn't a commercial. I hit the guide button on the remote, find something I want to watch and click the button. If it's a commercial, I hit guide and see what else is out there. That is how I found my guilty pleasure: The Real Housewives series. It started with Orange County, then New York, Atlanta, and then New Jersey. I have to say my favorite is the original, Orange County. I really do not like Atlanta, but those women will fight about anything and that makes me laugh. Who gives a crap if one wears a wig, because that weave on your head is screaming fake.

It amazes me how out of touch these women are with the real world. I used to say that I would love to be able to afford a big house, expensive cars, really expensive clothes. But watching these women, I know that I could never live a life like they do. I could never be that out of touch with the real world and let my kids have that kind of excess. Are they nuts? No, just stinking rich.

Most of the kids are absolutely out of control and think the world, and their moms and dads, owe them something for just being born. And the parents let them think that. My sister and I had to beg my mother for Nikes when they first started to get really big in the 80's. We finally got a pair. Most of the lids on these shows go to private schools and drive expensive cars. My first car was a '77 Mercury Monarch. I never drove it. You want to talk about a piece of crap. It wouldn't run long enough to get it out of the driveway, much less to school. I used to think, "One day when I'm rich..."

The parents aren't much better. One mom spends so much time at work, she and her husband have drifted apart. Not a big surprise really. She would rather be at work than at home with her hubby. I can't wait for mine to come home. He worked today and actually came home after 8 hours. It was so nice. Of course, I had to mow the yard while he cleaned out his truck and cleaned the windows on both of our vehicles. Then there was dinner to cook, showers for the kids, and taking the dog for a walk. Life never stops that's for sure.

I think why I like these shows is the reality check they provide. I can shake my head and wonder how these people think that their life is so important in the grand scheme of things. Their grandiose visions of what life is and the reality of life clash. It also makes me realize that I could never live in California, the land of fake boobs and everything else. At least my boobs are real. I am only really the center of the universe on my blog. These shows really make me love my life and enjoy where I am right now. Most of the families featured in these shows have been affected by the economic crisis on a grand scale. We are slowly but surely trying to put dirt back in the hole that we have dug for ourselves. We haven't qualified for any of the government programs that have come about recently. We fit right on the bubble. But we are working hard to do this ourselves, without help, which is a much better example for our kids than spending $4,000 on a shopping spree when you have no job and no income.

These people crack me up and make me shake my head at the same time. I am drawn to them like a moth to a flame. I am not living vicariously, I am thankful to be living. I also know what not to do and how to not act should the big check ever come in. And if the big check does come in, we're buying the 362 acres behind us so no one can build ginormo houses and film a reality show. I don't need the pressure.