Reality TV...Things I Love

"If you read a lot of books, you're considered well read.  But if you watch a lot of TV. you're not considered well viewed" 
                                                                                                                                       Lily Tomlin

OK, it's true I am a reality TV addict.  Maybe it has something to do with having the Shit Ass Disease?  No, that would be a lie.  I have been addicted since the first Real World.  There I said it.  I love reality TV, it puts you in a thoughtless, obtuse and enthralled mind set.  But for of those of  you like my husband, who walks by and say's, "Why do you watch such stupid shows"?  You are missing out, period!

Let's start with my favorites.  Basketball Wive's of LA!!! 

From Jackie Christie who is crazy beyond crazy to Maylasia Pargo, Angel Brinks, Brandi Maxiell, Mehgan and Draya there is just not a boring moment.  These ladies try their dam-dist to get along, then the alcohol starts flowing, and the crazy starts. Here are a few reasons I love this show.

Shaunie ONeal 

Shaunie was married to Shaq O'Neal from 2002 to 2011, had 5 children and is the head producer and matriarch of the show.  Don''t fuck with Shaunie, period! She seems to be one of the few that is kinda normal.

Tami Roman

Tami (You might remember her from Real World season 2) was married to Kenny Anderson from 1994 to 2001.  She was on BW Miami, but Shaunie brought her over to LA to stir things up  little.  In Miami she was a bully and crazy.  On LA she is just crazy,

Jackie Christie

Jackie, Jackie, Jackie!  She's married to Doug Christie whom retired in 2007.  Here are a few comments that made me laugh until I spit out my wine...

"Umm this candle smells like poot-per-re"

"I washed my mouth out with Plur-ex".

Her real ahh fake 7 caret diamond fell out of her ring on to the floor when she was talking about her 9 Rolex's, her response, "It was shaken when I shook it weeks before".  

"I'm the boss lady, I can let a bitch run her mouth like she has diarrhea". 

She came into a restaurant to have lunch with a Maylasia, wearing a baby blue furry trench coat, black gloves and a scarves. She sits down and her Maylasia asks, "Is that's a trench coat"?  Jackie, "I felt like getting my Audrey Hepburn on today",  Maylasia reply,  "I think your getting your bag lady on".

Maylasia Pargo

Maylasia is one of my favorites.  She is divorced from Jannero Pargo.  She said he was a cheater and she divorced him.  She is one of the "normal" ones on the show. She really doesn't put up with anyone's bull shit, yet everyone likes her.

Brandi Maxiell

Brandi is married/seperated from player Jason Maxiell (also a cheater). They met in high school, married in 2009.  She overcame ovarian cancer.  I like her because she doesn't take any shit.  She may not be back next season because she told Shaunie she was a bitch ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh no she didn't!

Angel  Brinks

This girl is just plan weird.  She has a daughter with Tyreke Evans, but never married him.  She is a fashion designer (see above photo),  I bought this outfit yesterday!

Draya Michelle

You just have to watch to get the whole Draya experience.  She was/is engaged to Orlando Scandrick, a Dallas Cowboy player.  OK words can not explain this woman.

Mehgan James

Then there is Megan's bathing suit.  Shaunie's remark was, "Good God, Megan's bathing suit needs its own hashtag".  Megan, "Its a long scarf that you can wrap around you anyway you want".  Brandi, "You can see your vagina".



Roll on bitches......
Sue "CiCi" Cook

Getting Real

AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT,

YOU'RE EITHER LIVING OR DYING.

YOU GET TO PICK WHICH ONE...

This post is really for Emerson and Truett, and my family.  It's my story, my journey in the Shit Ass Disease.  It's unfortunately real.  I have tried to keep a sense of humor in this disease and will continue to do so,  but this post is not.  So if you don't want to read real stop reading now.

This all started when Truett was in the hospital getting surgery for a tethered spine.  I was staying with Emerson in Brownwood, Texas.  As usual I was her personal play toy, and she wanted to play ballet/tippy toe dance.  I couldn't stand on my right tippy toe, I just thought that was a little odd but what the hell.  So 11 Doctors, 13 MRI's, 8 EMG's, a spinal tap, a muscle biopsy, so many blood test I can't count, a sleep test, psychological testing (you heard me, guess they need to make sure your not crazy), Pulmonologist, Occupational Therapist evaluation, Physical Therapist evaluation, Speech Therapist, a NVC test,  5 blood platlet infusions and of coarse we can't forget the voodoo doctor and the million supplements, all to finally conclude you have been diagnosed with the Shit Ass Disease. No there is nothing you can do about it, no you wont get better only worse.  It's not fair to my family.

 The really sad part of this is Emerson and Truett will never remember me walking, running in the back yard, pushing them on their swing, or even playing on the beach.  They will only remember me in bed and in a wheel chair and being sick.  I know Truett is to young to get any of this, but Emerson told her mom the other day she wished I could walk so I could play with her outside.  It just breaks my heart.  I love them more than life and it just isn't fair.

That was all three years ago.  At that time I was walking with a small limp. Now I have lost control of both legs and one hand, so any movement at this point is extremely difficult.   I have to depend on Mike for absolutely everything.  If I need something to eat or drink, going to the bathroom, taking a shower, getting me in and out of my wheel chair, driving me where I need to go and every single thing. I can't even scoot in bed, where I land is where I stay. I can't sit in my wheelchair for more than 2 hours or my feet swell until they are purple and look like they are going to explode. As my daughter told me they look like snauages (that's our word for sausage) So I stay in bed pretty much all the time.

So this pretty much blows! One of my daughter's friends, mother was just diagnosed with the Shit Ass Disease.  She has given up the will to live.  I'm sure after she has time, she will accept this and move on.  I pray for her anyway.   However, it isn't about you any longer.  It's about your family and the love you have for them.  I'm sure she will figure that out.  It's like being punched in the face by Mike Tyson when your told.  Every step is harder and harder. You start out with a cane, and it's so hard to purchase because you know it's all going to start.  You think that at every stage. The cane turns into a Rollater, which turns into a wheel chair, which turns into a fucking mini van,  then bed. Blows I tell you Blows!

Now here is the good part.  At the beginning of this I was floating in the pool, drinking a glass of wine (duh) looking up at the clouds and I asked God, "Why me"?  Not that I am special, but I really wanted to know why me from the bottom of my heart.  He answered me as clear as if he was floating right next to me, he said, "Silly I am giving you time with your family, those beautiful grand kids". Bam as simple as that, as encouraging as that.  So when ever I feel like giving up, I look at their beautiful faces and know that this disease is really a blessing.


Float on...
Sue "Cici" Cook