In the stress of everyday life, one always welcomes a bright spot. The past week I’ve had an aunt in the hospital and an offending tooth – both of which are nowhere close to being out of the woods yet. But once again… along comes Bright Spot.
My sweet guy is cooking dinner tonight in celebration of the premier of Survivor Nicaragua (haters be gone… I don’t do just any reality show). I absolutely adore Survivor and have been a loyal fan for the past 20+ seasons. This season promises a higher ratio of ‘mature’ persons, which I’m really looking forward to. Don’t get me wrong, the 20-something hot bods are nice to look at – but I do like a little reality in my reality show. Mix it up a bit and show us what’s really out there. I wanna see a few huffers trekking up that hill in the challenges, know what I mean? They’re even labeling this season “The Battle of the Ages”. In any case – the show’s gonna look a helluva lot better on his 52″ high-def than it would on my 25″ box. Trust me on that.
So um, which one’s my bright spot… my man or my show? (Insert chuckle here) Wellll, on this particular night, I’d have to pick both. 🙂
Remember when life was simple? No Internet, no cellphones, no playstation or wii. We had to actually visit an arcade to play any type of video game. McDonalds, Hardees and Burger King were the only fast food joints ever heard of. We spent more time outdoors than we spent inside. And, television was simple – and good.
Last night K and I were talking about these times (it all started when he was singing the theme sing to Green Acres) and we found ourselves YouTubing vids of certain shows. Green Acres certainly was the place to be. “Dahlin’ I love you but gimme Pahk Avenue” is still ringing in my head this morning. Then there were others that I remember so well…
Soap. Love, American Style. The Mary Tyler Moore Show. Leave it to Beaver. I Dream of Jeannie. Gilligans Island. The Carol Burnett Show. Oh my, I’m showing my age here – but this is the era of television that I grew up with.
And I miss it.