In the Hood

I have a new passion thanks to college boy.  This past semester, he and his roommate starting watching old clips from a series on netflix instant.  Then he came home for Christmas and introduced his over-achieving OCD (CDO if you put it in order!) parents to this series.  Hubby and I cannot watch a show in the middle of the series--take NCIS or Midsomer Murder-- we just have to start from the beginning!  Thank goodness for Hulu and Netflix instant (sorry if you are mad at netflix; this "hood" LOVES our netflix!).  Such is the case with ParentHood.  We are hooked and I do mean hooked.  I remember watching one episode a year ago and hating it.  The parents, kids, neighbors, strangers SCREAM at each other.  No one listens during an argument-- they are too busy screaming out their own excuse or idea or thought.  I don't like screaming; it hurts my heart.  So why would Hubby, Boy, and I watch this?  I think it might be due to the fact that at the end of the day, they have apologized and kissed and made up.  There is resolution, new beginnings, for the next episode.  And it's not hokey kind of stuff.  It is real.  Opey is one of the directors and I do love Ron Howard--I wouldn't scream at him or anything but I think he is real and hasn't let Hollywood inflate his head.  Do you know what I mean?  Probably because Andy Griffith raised him right.  Last night all three of us were watching an episode and afterwards discussed what might have been a better solution.  I love having this time with my family.  No, I'm not exercising or coloring or crocheting.  Yes, I did eat a big bag of popcorn (I'm not doing that again for a while) and yes, I did have quality time with my hood.