(Response to TV Show Viewers: Post 24 - March 16, 2026)
After being
invited to send in videos to New York, a programming director connected me with
a production company in Minneapolis. At the end of a brief phone call, my
contact there directed me to keep an eye out for a package. And a few days
later, a small box arrived with four DVDs of the popular show Rehab Addict.
Each twenty-one-minute program was raw, but intact, including introductions with the host’s signature pledge to return the houses “to their former glory” before the opening sequence ending with, “My name is Nicole, and I’m addicted to rehab.” It was exciting to be on the receiving end of these roughcut versions that included time gaps of silent darkness that matched up where commercial breaks would be inserted. With no past involvement in TV, receiving these recordings made me feel like a privileged insider.
Over the
last year and a half, I’d blogged about Rehab Addict and its host half a
dozen times, and the series had been part of my conversations with the director in Manhattan as well. Did Team
Rehab Addict in Minnesota not understand that I was already familiar with their
hit series? I wondered.
My wife
had been right about the popular TV rehabber knowing about this blog, at least enough for Nicole Curtis to add
a comment to a post about her and her show. So, I was in no position to
discount Diann’s suggestion that the network or it’s rising star might be
considering a project in a warmer part of the country like South Carolina. After
all, I was from the Midwest and understood full and well about the long, cold winters.
Diann’s out loud thinking, that maybe I was being considered to work on one of
her project houses, was emerging as a reasonable possibility.
The
episodes of Rehab Addict featured on the DVDs were full of men assisting
the blonde house saver. There were some women, but by and large, there were
mostly tradesmen, craftsmen, and other males framing or busy with
trim out, hanging doors, or serving as general worker bees in scenes within
each disk.
One of the
episodes featured a condemned house, so I’d likely feel right at home. Being on
screen with the popular host, either regularly or occasionally would be thrilling
for me, my family, and friends.
And seeing
all that went into making any sort of television show sounded like an amazing experience,
a solid break to add a noteworthy footnote to my resume. The various men in
these episodes didn’t speak a lot but helped Nicole sort things out on camera
in a way that looked familiarly relatable. Not only would that be something I
could do, but it also looked like rewarding work with the final transformations being
part of the payoff.
I still
had my three objectives for the blog, (See Blog with a Dog Named Cerberus) and
even though working in TV wasn’t one of them, an opportunity to be involved
with Rehab Addict seemed like a stepping stone that could lead me to
future clients, motivated sellers, or folks who might help me make further
inroads into writing.
(Response to TV Show Viewers: Post 26 - Coming Soon)

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