Own It

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Today, watching television often means
fighting, violence and foul language - 
and that's just deciding who gets to 
hold the remote control.

~ Donna Gephart
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I'm a reality TV junkie.  There!  I said it!  Now, you may commence with judging me.  

As many of you may have heard, dad of the year is out of town.  You may also know I've been rather outspoken about what his absence means to me - ruling the remote.  In order to get you to fully understand, this means one week of no shows about alligator hunting, mining for gold, grown men converting mini-vans into rafts, or Larry the Cable guy.  Ok, that sentence may get me into a bit of trouble.  Sorry, honey!  Perhaps you're into gold, fish or other shows involving accents so thick subtitles are needed.  I happen to be into housewives, ballerinas, and wedding dresses - and yes, sometimes those shows need subtitles too.  To each his own.

However, while watching these shows and ruling the remote for the first time in ages, I've realized it might be slightly overrated.  Now, I was still on pins and needles for the first episode of Dance Moms Miami (guilty pleasures - hey, we all have one).  Something is missing.  I have the remote yet things don't seem complete.  Then I realize, the remote doesn't hold a candle to companionship like the one I have with dad of the year.  Someone to share the couch, listen to my day, hold my hand, lift me up.  Amazingly, one night of ruling the remote reminded me how lucky I am to have amazing family and friends.  I'm still not quite sure how that happened.  

In the end, ruling the remote wasn't all it was cracked up to be.  In fact, after a night of watching whining children, overbearing mothers, and dance costumes that I know all too well left those mothers up at night way too late, I'm starting to reconsider my guilty pleasure.  Either that, or maybe this is a reminder to call my mom and thank her.  We'll leave the reason for that call for another blog.  

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