Reality?
Re ality?
When I think of this prompt I think of all of the reality TV. shows that are polluting our airways. Shows that are suppose to display real life situations that are not staged or have predetermined outcomes. Some of these shows are just plain crazy. Like love shows where this dorky guy gets to choose a girlfriend from a lineup of Miss America’s, Fear Factor (I would not have done half of the things they did on this show), even American Idol is getting old. It is sad to see someone win the contest and then you never hear about them again. What ever happened to the grey haired guy who won a few seasons ago? What about Fantasia?
I do like some reality TV. Trutv, which used to be Court TV has several great shows that I like to watch. Operation Repo is my favorite. A camera crew follows around this family’s automobile repo company and shows how people react when they get their cars taken for non-payment. But still is this reality? At times I wonder if I am living in reality. Reality is cruel and lonely. Just like Friday night. My wife and I decided to go see a movie for the first time in I don’t know how long. We left our 5 year old with my sister-in-law and headed for Valdosta. We had not even gotten to perimeter road when she called and said that Joshua had fallen out of his tree house and broke his arm. I turned our car around and we flew to the hospital in Lakeland. Sure enough, Joshua had a compound fracture to his right arm and we spent the entire night and early into the next morning in surgery at SGMC having it fixed. Now Joshua has a cast from his fingertips to his shoulder and is unable to do the normal everyday tasks without help. He is right handed and he broke his right arm. He started crying last night because he could not work the remote with his left hand. I don’t mind changing channels for him or carrying him to bed, or even staying in the bed long enough for him to go to sleep. That is why I am here. This is what I call reality.
When I think of this prompt I think of all of the reality TV. shows that are polluting our airways. Shows that are suppose to display real life situations that are not staged or have predetermined outcomes. Some of these shows are just plain crazy. Like love shows where this dorky guy gets to choose a girlfriend from a lineup of Miss America’s, Fear Factor (I would not have done half of the things they did on this show), even American Idol is getting old. It is sad to see someone win the contest and then you never hear about them again. What ever happened to the grey haired guy who won a few seasons ago? What about Fantasia?
I do like some reality TV. Trutv, which used to be Court TV has several great shows that I like to watch. Operation Repo is my favorite. A camera crew follows around this family’s automobile repo company and shows how people react when they get their cars taken for non-payment. But still is this reality? At times I wonder if I am living in reality. Reality is cruel and lonely. Just like Friday night. My wife and I decided to go see a movie for the first time in I don’t know how long. We left our 5 year old with my sister-in-law and headed for Valdosta. We had not even gotten to perimeter road when she called and said that Joshua had fallen out of his tree house and broke his arm. I turned our car around and we flew to the hospital in Lakeland. Sure enough, Joshua had a compound fracture to his right arm and we spent the entire night and early into the next morning in surgery at SGMC having it fixed. Now Joshua has a cast from his fingertips to his shoulder and is unable to do the normal everyday tasks without help. He is right handed and he broke his right arm. He started crying last night because he could not work the remote with his left hand. I don’t mind changing channels for him or carrying him to bed, or even staying in the bed long enough for him to go to sleep. That is why I am here. This is what I call reality.
posted by The Man at
8:49 AM
5 Comments:
I am so sorry about your son's arm. Poor little fellow!
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Donna Sewell, at 8:54 AM
I'm so sorry about your son. I've never broken a bone before so I can't even begin to know how me must be feeling.
He'll get better with his left hand... I'll even make him an honorary lefty! ;)
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Darcy, at 9:03 AM
Okay, as a mom, I have to laugh that he was upset about not being able to work the remote. That is so funny! I'm sorry that he is hurt, but the picture of him calling you to change the channels is precious. Kind of reminds me of when I was a child and I WAS the remote.
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Mary Poppins, at 9:07 AM
Yep, as the youngest kid I was the remote too (for the three channels we got).
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Donna Sewell, at 9:15 AM
You are a good daddy. That means a lot when a parent will do all the little things. Not every parent will do that. It took a while for me to realize that my parents didn't need to be called everytime I got sick. I think I was in high school when I called out to my dad from the bathroom because I threw up, and he stood there and said what do you want me to do? Well, he always used to hold my hair back, and I have to admit that with the morning sickness, I missed that most.
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Heidi, at 9:16 PM
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