Reality TV - Not So Real

I am an avid fan of Reality TV.  There I said it! Actually I love it. Before you get all judgy wudgy, I am a good person.  I graduated from a real University, I volunteer and I even run a charitable foundation! For goodness sake ...I Blog. But I do love me some Bravo TV.  Real Housewives of every state, I watch 'em all.  Teen Mom, Catfish and Celebrity Rehab, who says I'm too old to watch MTV.  Food Network is on my favorites list. But I am calling on all of you to BOYCOTT HGTV.  I considered myself a big fan of House Hunters (International, not so much), Love It Or List It, why I even considered Holmes on Homes a prophet....but listen folks these shows are a sham! How can they renovate an entire home in a one hour period?  Seriously? It has taken a full week for my contractor to erect 3 walls! It makes me extremely jealous when I watch them take a falling down Cape Cod and turn it into a Dream Home in under 60 minutes. Do I sound a wee bit whiny when I ask why my little house is taking sooo long? Reality TV has made me inpatient. Cable television has turned me into an irrational human being.  I ask Cliff why the guys aren't working on Sunday.  He rolls his eyes and gives me "the look". His look says it all - this is The Real World ( not the MTV show!) He implores me to stop watching these renovating shows and try reading a good book. I may have to take a break from HGTV.  But how will I know if they love it or list it? How will I know which house they picked and why?  I need to know and I need to know within 60 minutes.  I mean when Rachel Ray says 30 minute meals - they take 30 minutes! When The Barefoot Contessa says her Beef Wellington will take 50 minutes, it takes 50 minutes. All of this technology is great, but now I need instant gratification.

Things are humming along at The Farmhouse.  We now have several walls up.

 

Cliff is standing in the mudroom .

We had a few visitors this week.  I can't help but think when people see what we've started they must shake their heads and think we are crazy. Maybe we are.  And that's straight from the horse's mouth!