Sit me down in front of the television to watch the news, talk shows, reality tv, or *insert random tv genre here*, and if there is a teaser indicating a reunion of some sort, you won’t be able to tear me away. I am a total sucker for the following:

*Coverage of soldiers coming home to family, especially if it’s a surprise
*The first meeting between an organ donor and recipient
*A reunion between a family and the newly-renovated house that they live in
*Reunited tv casts of the past
*Reality reunion shows that reunite the reality stars from that same show (ya follow me on that one?)
*Reunions between long-lost loved ones who lost touch
*Reunions between long-lost loved ones who have never met

I guess I’m attracted to these sorts of stories because in general I’m a sentimental person. I love to watch the (in most cases) pure joy that is all over the faces of the reunited, and I sob like a little baby as I watch, shaking my head and mumbling things like, “Oh, look at her…I can’t believe it! Oh my gosh…look at them! How exciting!” These reunions really change lives. (Well, the tv cast ones really don’t. But you know what I mean.)

When I found the show “The Locator” on WE television, I was hooked. Troy Dunn reunited his mother with her birth parents about 20 years ago, and sometime after that started a business locating other people’s long-lost family. I like this show alot for several reasons. First of all, it’s only a 30 minute-long show. That’s awesome. I get *just enough* of the details to get drawn in emotionally without a bunch of boring time filler. I also love watching his staff (including his mother!) all fill him in on the various bits of information they find, to contribute to the search. He writes it all on a plexiglass wall of sorts, and it looks very cop-show like. And I love his slogan: “You can’t find peace until you find all the pieces.” When Troy finally reunites the searcher and the searchee, I practically drown in happy tears. And then it’s over; I can dry my tears and move on with my day.

Want to get a little taste? Here you go:

The art of finding people intrigues me. Actually, finding anything intrigues me. I love to sniff out secrets and am ruthless in my interrogations when I think someone is keeping something from me, which makes me a total pain in the a$$ around my birthday.

I used to brag that nobody could pull one over on me, but that was before Jim and Julesie threw me a surprise birthday party for my 30th birthday…IN MY OWN HOUSE. I mean, you’ve got to really have major cahones to even imagine that you could pull off a huge surprise party for your wife and sister in her own house. Bigger than that, they contacted my first crush (from 8th grade, who I have been in contact with off and on all these years), as well as my first kiss (9th grade, who I hadn’t seen since 1987 when he and the first crush took me to the airport when I was flying out to finally live with Jim after we got married) and the guy who was just about an honorary brother to me all through high school (who I hadn’t been in contact with since he graduated in 1985), and they all flew from Tennessee up here to surprise me in my own house. The details are a story for another day. My point is, that was the biggest combination of surprises in my entire life, and I still can’t believe I didn’t have a clue.

Anything else, I’m usually eventually in on it, even by accident. A couple of years ago I was checking our credit card bill to make sure everything was in order when I found the charge that Jim paid to redeem frequent flyer miles for two tickets to New York, for Julesie and me. Oops!

Private investigating would be awesome. Anyone out there need me to find anything for you? Like that other sock that always disappears in the washer? Your keys? Glasses? Just let me know.