Quick FTSF Takes

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Friday is here,

and I want to dance.

 

 

I can't find it to link it, but I just heard a fun, new kids' song all about not rhyming.  I was inspired.

 

Gonna do some quick takes with Jen today

 

and mash it all up with some Finish the Sentence Friday with Kate, Stephanie, Janine, and Dawn.

 

And apparently I'm covering the mash with some Musings from the Minibus gravy. 

 

And I'm refusing to line everything up on the left column, because centered fits my happy style today.

 

1.

 

When it comes to reality TV shows, I am torn.  I actually like some of the competition ones, where people have to have some real talent to participate.  I like Chopped and Project Runway.  I don't watch every episode, but I'll stop and watch them if they are on. 

 

I also like shows about people who are positive and/or fun.   Shows like 18 Kids and Counting are fine.  And my new favorite is Duck Dynasty.  That show is hilarious.

 

The shows where I learn interesting things are good, too.  I've been known to watch a Pawn Stars or American Pickers every now and then.

 

However, I am completely against the shows that do nothing but encourage people to fight, argue, and basically tear each other apart.  I don't find them entertaining or funny or the least bit interesting.  I won't watch them.  (Although, I cannot pass up Ashley's recap posts about the Bachelor.  That lady is funny.  With a capital funny.)

 

I guess what really puts me over the edge into really, really not liking reality TV is the fact my youngest sister was on a terrible reality show on MTV.  Cameras were at my childhood home filming two of my sisters, my dad, and my stepmom for I don't know how many days.  I was not a part of it, on purpose, but my photo was.  My kids photos are, too.  Hubby actually had to go back and forth with MTV to make sure phone conversations I had with my dad while they were taping did not get aired.  This happened five years ago, yet it still gets thrown on MTV's schedule on a semi-regular basis.

 

 It was a show meant to make my sister look bad, and it did it's job.   

 

Some people will do just about anything to get on TV.   For free. My sister didn't even get an MTV T-shirt for her participation.  And the fact that people make a living making others look bad just makes me sad.  Everything about these reality shows make me sad.

 

I don't want to stay sad, so on to happier topics...

 

2.

 

It is so cold here in Indiana

(You darn well better have said, "How cold is it?")

that going to the bathroom has become torture.  Let's just say that those heated toilet seats I made fun of when I saw them on a home improvement show are making a whole lot more sense these days.  I would totally get one if I could find one. 

I actually screamed the last time I sat down on the toilet.

It's cold.

It's when-the-boys-miss-their-mark-it-freezes cold

OK, so that wasn't exactly a happier topic.
Let's try again.

  

3.

 

In my many hours behind the wheel of the van, I see lots of things.  I've seen people texting, of course.  I've seen them applying mascara.  I've seen them arguing with their passengers.  I smile and cheer when I see someone belting out a favorite tune.  I don't get surprised by people much anymore.  Today, though, I saw something new.  The woman next to me was brushing her teeth.  I kid you not.  She had a toothbrush and was brushing her teeth. 

I don't think it counts as a true brushing, though.  I didn't see any toothpaste froth at the mouth.  She didn't roll the window down to spit.  Surely that can't count.
Huh.  My happy meter must be broken.

 

4.

 

While I made dinner, the little kids were playing with Star.  At one point Cuckoo came running into the kitchen, tears streaming, to yell/tell me, "Turken called me Cutie Pie, but I'm not Cutie Pie.  I'm Cuckoo."  (Obviously he didn't say Cuckoo.  My family doesn't choose to go by the blog names.  Yet.  He said his real name.)  The boy is very protective of his name.  Woe to the person who has the nerve to call him plain old "cute".  He immediately replies, "I'm not cute!  I'm free!"  I'm pretty sure he means three. 
There it is.  Cuckoo talk always makes me happy.

5.

 I was watching a volleyball game today, and I cried.
One of the fantastic traditions at our school during Catholic Schools Week is the 8th grade vs. teachers volleyball game.  I have an 8th grader this year, so I made sure to attend.  Seeing these almost men and women that I have known and watched grow for the past 9 years, having fun and encouraging each other, even when they made an epic fail, just warmed my heart.  They are going to high school next year.  Our lives are going to change.  Big time. 
With kids in 7th, 6th, and 5th grades, too, I foresee myself getting dehydrated from all the crying that will be going on over the next four years.
Blast.  Not happy.

6.

The school registration card I had to fill out today certainly didn't help the crying situation.  I had to leave Phoenix off of it, but Turken was added for the first time.  My second-to-last baby is going to kindergarten next year.  How in the world is that even possible?
Yes, I cried when I wrote his name down.
I seem to be in rut of unhappiness.

7.

To wrap up the mash, I have to admit something.  The movie the kids were watching is over.  I got them all into bed.  I flipped through the channels to see what may be worth watching. 
I just laughed through a conversation between Si, Jase, and the Duck clan.
Some reality TV makes me "happy, happy, happy".

*Thanks my friend, for the idea to put the two links together.*

 

Have a lovely day!