All Hail, Judge Judy

Before I begin my praise of Judge Judy, I wanted to share these pictures I took this morning of our sky in our little corner of a flyover state.  In the east, the sun was rising, and in the west, the moon was setting.  This  morning was beautiful.  This is a wonderful time of year.


Now, let the praising begin . . .






All hail, Judge Judy


I used to make fun of those judge shows.  “Who watches this stuff?” 


Until . . .


A few years back my second oldest grandson - Sweet Baby Boy 2 -- was sick.  He was only about four months old at the time.  My daughter had a busy day and she asked if I could drive up to watch him.  


Sweet Baby Boy 2 had a bad cold and all he wanted was to be held.  I rocked him, patting his back.  Holding a baby, rocking him, has got to be one of the best feelings in the world.  I knew I was doing the most important job I could be doing at that moment in time.


My daughter left the house, with the television going.  It was on the station that had the judge shows.  I didn’t  realize until after she had left that I didn’t have a clue how to work her television’s remote and I didn’t want to disturb Sweet Baby Boy 2, so I sat, rocked, and watched judge shows.  (One of our Oklahoma City stations has court shows all day long.)


The longer I sat and rocked and watched, the more I got into it.  I’d get up to change diapers and feed Sweet Baby Boy 2, but I always came back to the rocking chair and those silly court shows.  I liked “Judge Alex” but then “Judge Judy” came on.  


Wow!  Who knew?  She runs those plaintiffs and defendants through her courtroom like nobody’s business.  She is confident in her sometimes snap decisions.  And while I don’t always agree with the outcome, I respect the way she conducts her courtroom.  Plus, she has no reluctance in using the word “idiot.”  That is one of my favorite words and sometimes that’s the word that says it all.


I was hooked.  I am hooked.  She comes on in our area at 4 p.m. each weekday and, if possible, I try to catch her show.


My kids make fun of me for watching it -- I didn’t tell anyone for a long time -- it was my guilty secret. Then my husband retired and was hanging around the house more.  So I got him hooked on “Judge Judy” too.


I tell my kids that it is Sweet Baby Boy 2’s fault because if I had known how to operate that TV remote that day I was sitting and rocking him, I would never had enjoyed the opportunity to watch “Judy Judy.”