This week we’ve had a lock out and a break in. We have laid in the pool, eaten Indian food, stayed up late watching reality TV… and called 911. My husband had to jump a spiked fence and we watched one of the most moving movies of my life. And I found a new way to live my passion.
These need no explanation.
Okay, I lied… no fabulous blogs from me today. You see, I just discovered this great new invention. It’s called Movies on Demand on my cable. I can rent movies without ever having to leave my house! I don’t have to worry about returning them (because we all know that I never can remember to return my movies), and there are hundreds to choose from!
The Bachelor has become a bit of a tradition at my house. Some of my favorite memories with girlfriends throughout the years involve dinner parties while watching this show. I started watching with my college friends back in 2002, and now have graduated to my “big girl” married friends. My good friend Tiff and I are both hopelessly hooked, and tonight we introduced her new baby Sevyn (about 6 weeks old) to her first girl bonding night with The Bachelor! Sevyn was just as upset as we were that Bachelor Jason has turned into a bit of a sleeze, but we all enjoyed yelling at the TV at the silly girls and all their drama. And we still love Jillian, even if she DID get the boot last week.
No, this isn’t a description of all my high school boyfriends… okay, maybe a few.
I am officially hooked on The Bachelor once again. I tried my darndest to stay away… to resist… to just say no. But alas, I wasn’t strong enough. And now I am officially addicted.
“An office is not a place where people die. An office is a place where dreams come true.” -Michael Scott
I watched two hours of Dancing with the Stars tonight. Can I just tell you that I want to be famous, simply so I can be a contestant on Dancing with the Stars? Unfortunately, odds are not in my favor… I’m not sure what a 27-year-old girl in suburbia with no unusual talents can do to become a big star. Somehow Kim Kardashian figured it out, but I’m not sure how I would go about getting a reality TV show. I think usually they pick people a bit more scandalous than me.
So I think my best option is to become a ballroom dancing champion. Then I can be one of the professional dancers on the show and get paired with some hunky soap opera star with big muscles and a small mind. And then I can wear the pretty dresses, flashy jewelry, have my hair done, and dance around like a big star while a crowd of admiring fans cheers me on.
Yes, I think I’ll add it to my “to-do” list. Become a ballroom dancing champion. I can see it now… I better get to work.
I’m so behind. This is a national holiday week, and I didn’t even buy a Hallmark card to mark the occasion! What will my friends think? Oh, what a social snafu.
According to ABC, this is National Stay At Home Week. It conveniently coincides with the premiere of the new television season. So just in case you had planned to have quality family time around the dinner table, volunteer for your neighborhood patrol group, feed the homeless or get some exercise…
You’ll have to cancel your plans! Pluck your favorite sweatpants from the bottom of your dirty clothes pile, plop yourself down on your couch, grab that bag of potato chips, and enjoy the greatness of Desperate Housewives, a six-hour marathon of Dancing with the Stars, Ugly Betty, Grey’s Anatomy, and that new family favorite, Opportunity Knocks (which looks dumb, but what do I know?). Watching TV is a whole lot better than reading with your kids, solving the energy crisis or ending world hunger. You can do that next week. This week is a holiday! Time to sit lazily on your rear end and be irresponsible! If not, I question your patriotism.
And for those of you who are a bit embarrassed that you forgot to buy me a gift for such a grand occasion… you can make up for it by leaving me a comment telling me which show(s) YOU can’t wait to watch this season! In case anybody is wondering… don’t call me Thursday at 8:00 p.m., because I have a date with The Office.
Has anybody else noticed that Joe Biden is from Scranton, Pennsylvania?