Wednesday, when I saw the street crews closing off a block near us, and all the unmarked white trucks and RV's inside the closed off section, my first thought was "Uh, oh. Hazardous materials have been found!" My mind started thinking about unexploded WWII ordinance, chemical spills, or discarded Smurf toys. Either way, this wasn't good!
Pretty soon, though, I realized it was a TV crew. They were flocking around a particular house, hauling equipment here and there. To and fro, so to speak. I then had a couple of more thoughts...perhaps they were already starting to film that George Clooney movie, or, perhaps it was an elderly couple that lived in the house and they were getting an "Extreme Makeover" to make the house more accessible.
So, I didn't give it too much more thought until that evening. That's when a friend of my daughter's started texting her about the trucks down the street from her. (They don't actually USE the phones as phones, you know). The friend was going to go investigate.
Moments later, we got the news...they were filming a movie down there. I knew it. Must be the George Clooney film. I went back to Guitar Hero World Tour. Dianne (the wifelet) went back to Zelda on her DS.
No, wait. An update had been texted in. It wasn't a movie. It was a TV show. I knew it. Must be extreme makeover: Home Edition or something like that. We had a lot of older homes, and a lot of older people to match in the area. It made perfect sense. Back to World Tour and Zelda respectively.
Then, the update to all updates came running up the steps, breathless and in awe! Well, that was my daughter, but she was bringing with her the update to all updates! The TV show was "Clean House!"
GIRL SHRIEKS!
Oops, no, that didn't happen at all. That would have been childish and ...um...girlish. I'm not a girl. It's just that I read a lot of my friends' "mommy blogs" and sometimes THEY girl shriek. Not me. NO. I accidentally wrote that part. Oh, and if any of you friends object to the term "mommy blogs", I apologize. My friends have blogs, and they are moms, and they write about mom things. I'm a dad. I write about dad things. I don't shriek.
Although, as I remember the moment, it is entirely possible that my wife and daughter were girl shrieking.
And then came the kicker announcement of all. Rebecca related to us that it was "that house that is full of the ducks and the monkeys!"
DUCKS AND MONKEYS!!!!?????
There is a house in our area that is full of ducks and monkeys? AND IT IS GOING TO BE ON "CLEAN HOUSE?" My wife, by this time had totally forgotten about Zelda and notes were zooming by on the screen, unplayed in Guitar Hero.
Ducks and monkeys!? I wonder if the monkeys wear those little monkey hats that make them look like train porters?
How much better can life get? If you've ever seen the show, the hostess with the mostess is Niece Nash, who actually comes from St. Louis long ago. Then there is the designer, Mark, Yard Sale Diva Trish, and Go-To-Guy Matt (did you know that he is a DR.? MD? That switched to comedy, and then messy houses?)
THEY ARE ROAMING THE STREETS NEAR US!
Part of the show...a major part of the show...is where they haul all the extra stuff out of the house and have an enormous yard sale. The hosts then try all kinds of stunts to get the visitors to buy the stuff.
My wife instantly thinks, "Let's bring down all the stuff from the attic that we are giving to a charity. They could use it to help pay for their remodeling!"
Um, no. We are NOT bringing a truck load of stuff to a TV show and asking them to sell it for us. Besides, they have their hands full with monkeys and ducks. They don't need my wife down there with the look she has in her eye. I'm protecting the show.
However, we are SO going to the yard sale, which is tomorrow. If I get pictures of ANY of us with the hosts of the show, they'll be on the site by Monday. Maybe we can have them all over for a barbecue!
Until they are gone, we are TOTALLY stalking the show. It's amazing, but now anytime we have to go somewhere, the obvious road choice is the road that goes directly by the "Clean House" crew. Odd.
Pray for me that we don't succumb to their wily ways and BUY stuff we don't need at the garage sale. There are three family members here that are VERY susceptible to garage sale mania. Having a TV show attached to it? Dangerous.
Pray.
I wonder if they will be selling any monkeys?
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Update: Here is the link to a Post-Dispatch article with information on the time and location of the St. Louis Clean House yard sale - it is not at the house, this time!
Update: Here is a link to my post about the yard sale. (It's over, sorry!)
Being without channels, I admit to stopping by my parents' on weekend afternoons for a good 'ol Clean House marathon instead of- um... cleaning my house.
You must buy a monkey. It is the only thing that can cure the Girl Shrieks.
Posted by: Courtney | February 13, 2009 at 09:05 AM
What time are you going up there? I want to tag along for a "brush with fame"!! (famous person being the stars of that show and not your wife....or you......LLOL (that's 'lovingly laughing out loud' of course)
Posted by: razinkids | February 13, 2009 at 09:14 AM
Monkeys are way better than ducks. I say you grab yourself a monkey or two. Have fun!
Posted by: zookeeper | February 13, 2009 at 10:13 AM
Where is this??? My husband told me he heard about it but didn't know where it was. We live in O'fallon, MO and have a new baby so I'm always looking for bargains these days (plus, my husband loves monkeys so the baby's bathroom is decorated in monkeys :O)
Posted by: Krista | February 13, 2009 at 12:06 PM
Can't wait to see the post and photos of this weekend. Sounds like it was quite an adventure.
Posted by: motherofbun | February 14, 2009 at 10:56 PM
Should I be embarrassed that I've never even seen the show?
Posted by: Kathy G | February 15, 2009 at 07:02 PM
I work with a theatre company called The Magic Smoking Monkey Theatre. I should have went to the garage sale to see if they had any of the ORIGINAL smoking monkeys, not those plastic-y things they make these days.
Posted by: My World's a Stage | February 16, 2009 at 02:54 PM