Reality TV has gotten way out of control. The ideas keep getting more and more lame-yet somehow there is money to produce this stuff.

How is there a show about someone who has the same name as a celebrity? How is this interesting? I don’t care about another David Hasselhoff.  Isn’t the one we know one too many already? I saw an ad for a show on Discovery called “Hillbilly Handfishin’.” Come on, Discovery, not you too! You were the last network to not fall prey (pun intended) to this mindless nonsense.  But then I heard about a show called “Hoarding: Buried Alive.” What? Let me give you the exact description, as it is stated on the website…“A reality series that will follow people who suffer from extreme hoarding.”  And it hit home. I could be on this show! I am an EXTREME HOARDER!

Hoarding has always been a problem for me, mostly with clothes, but now that I have kids, it is out of control. It’s totally Craigslist’s fault. I found a trike on Craiglist that I wanted to buy for my son. When I got to the nice couple’s home, it so happened they were moving and their toddler was now a kindergartner. They said “You can take whatever can fit in your car.” And so I did. A truckload of toddler toys!  My poor husband. He had just spent the weekend cleaning out the garage and I came home to fill it up again with totally superfluous crap.  I also found a double jogging stroller on Craigslist and once again, when I went to pick it up, they had two more strollers to give away. What could I do? You never know which type of stroller you will need at any given time.   Never mind that I got them home and have not figured out how they open or close. I tried, but I can’t seem to do it. Oh well. They now reside in a storage shed in the side yard that my husband had to purchase to make room for my bad habit.

Our house is overloaded with toys and clothes from generous people who love to purge. It is a symbiotic relationship at its finest. They need to get rid of their stuff and I take it off their hands. Every room has toys in it so that Curran has options. I just have to laugh because as I type this, he is sitting quietly next to me playing with his very favorite toy of late: a musical Strawberry Shortcake greeting card that he fished out of the kitchen trash. I actually threw it away because I thought I didn’t need it lying around. Must make room for things like trampolines. It has one button that he pushes over and over and over and OVER. And he can’t get enough.  I need to go on Craigslist and see where I can find some more of them.