The Mole: undressed and unimpressed!
Hey, did you know there are a ton of folks out there desciphering every little thing as potential clues as to who the mole is? Nice! Course, they all think that Bobby is the mole – or Craig… they even have some good theories. But are they correct? Time will tell!
This week, more coalitions are formed while Nicole and Paul snark back and forth about their hatred of each other and how they’re here to stay and screw the other and blah blah enemies forever blah. A lot of the rest of them are concerned because she made that death threat last week, and Paul uses it to his advantage. Clay, Mark and Bobby are sharing info to try and figure out who the Mole is. Meanwhile Nicole says she just made the death threat to get under his skin, but she feels nothing for Paul. it’s a game.
Challenge time! It’s called Fruit of the Luge, and they split themselves into two groups – Trust Blindly, and Can’t Trust Anyone. Then one from each group is paired together and they race down the 2 person luge track. The driver is blindfolded (can’t trust players) as the trust blindly players direct them to the bottom, and call out the 7 fruit pictures they pass, and the blindfolded players have to remember and place them in order at the top of the track – and they can’t talk between themselves once they cross the finish line, until they are done picking out the fruits.
Everyone does pretty well, but for Nicole and Alex who only get one correct, and Craig and Victoria keep rambling on and talk and end up disqualified and their 7 for 7 is removed from the total. The whole group adds $89k to the pot, though. Did Craig try to sabotage on purpose? Did Nicole do it, by saying Green Apple twice and messing them up? Suspicious abound!
Jon Kelly books them for a spa day, and promptly steals their clothing and after their treatments lets them know they can wear the provided booty shorts and tank tops as they wander the streets and beg for clothing off the locals to meet him for dinner where they have to adhere to a dress code in order to be let inside. If you don’t make it to dinner on time – you don’t eat. Here’s a card with the name of the restaurant on it, and each person that shows up will get $5k added to the pot. Clay and Mark refuse to participate – Clay says it’s because he needs to keep his dignity and self- respect intact. On national tv. On a reality tv show. Yeah…. Mark says “ditto” and drops off too.
The rest, it’s amusing as hell to watch them scramble for the clothing in the streets, until Craig makes a big find – they stumble onto a laundromat where all their clothes have been cleaned and pressed! They dress in their own, and bring the rest back to the restaurant. Everyone gets there on time, and that brought the pot up to $129k.
Paul gets all uppity during dinner, citing money is more important then friendship and Nicole decides to kill him with kindness. WhatEVer. Then it’s quiz time, and then time for execution. Jon Kelly offers $20k to anyone who will walk out before finding out their scores, and gets no takers. He calls some safe, then offers $30k to walk out, and Ali takes it saying she feels like she was about to be executed. Turns out she’d have been safe. In fact, Bobby is then executed, and leaves alongside Ali.
Guess he wasn’t the mole after all…
The Bachelorette – Motionsickness and tell-alls!
Or something like that. The episode last night was a two parter – a first ever one on one interview with DeAnna and her feelings as she watches the show and why she made some of her decisions. DeAnna, of course, says everything we see on the TV episodes is real (and everything you read on the internet is true!) and it’s interesting to watch and see some of the things she missed while they were filming – like how the guys interacted with each other, and how they opened up amongst themselves about her.
She admitted to being thrown by Graham’s guardedness, and how guilty she felt about having no connection with Richard, as well as why she sent Robert and Fred both home the same night – she claimed it would have made her a coward to keep Fred, when she felt nothing with him.
Then we checked in with the favorite Bachelorette, Trista and her hubby Ryan and the new baby, Max – awwwww! She is, of course, blissfully happy there in Vail, Colorado, and completely satisfied with her life, she and Ryan are content and thrilled with where they are and their family. When asked about DeAnna, Trista says she feels connected to her in a way, and thinks she’s doing an awesome job being open with her feelings, and is looking forward to the home visits – which is when Trista fell in love with Ryan. She just hopes she doesn’t hold back when it comes time to put her heart on the line and takes that risk.
We take a closer look at the final six, and hear them talk about how she’s a dream girl. From snowboarding to racing motorcycles to painting to liking the finer things in life, it’s a glimpse of the final six at home and then DeAnna comments that she’s connected with all of them in different ways. And right now, she admits she doesn’t have a favorite – as much as everyone wants her to marry Jeremy. Sean has it together, a good heart and makes her feel good, Graham blows her away with how hot he is, Jason is amazingly great… and it worries a little bringing his son into it with a hometown date. She doesn’t want to break the kids heart – not anyone’s heart. She’s cried on every episode and says that’s the most she’s cried in the last 4 years. It’s hard to say goodbye to all of them.
Then it’s time for part two – and she takes the final sixe off to Palm Springs where the competition heats up with the four home dates on the line. There’s no individual roses, and Sean got the first one on one date – they go up the mountain on a gondola thingy on cables, and she’s scared of heights so curls up close and he completely eats it all up on the way to the romantic dinner at the top of the mountain. She feels some sort of connection, so invites him back to her suite for dessert and kisses him.
Twilly gets the next bit of one on one time, and finally gets his chance to shine – unfortunately it starts with a helicopter ride, he can’t get the door open, then once he does and they take off, he gets horrible motion sickness and both fear that he’s gonna blow chunks in her lap. heh. The other guys (Cept Jeremy and Sean) follow in their own helicopter, and they do some quad racing – which Jesse excels at, naturally, but so does DeAnna as she totally kicks their butts. Twilly was in his own little world. They then cool off in the pool.
At the pool, she took time to talk to all of them one on one and see what it would be like in their hometowns, and they all make little moves. Jeremy then gets the last one on one date, and they sing really badly to some karaoke in Sinatra’s old house, then there’s proclamations of adoration by the pool and kisses too.
DeAnna forgoes the cocktail party, saying her decision is already made, and hands out roses to Jeremy, Jason, Graham and Jesse, sending Twilley and Sean home.
Next up – hometown visits!
Wait… she said what?!
So, remember, back in like May of last year, May 27th to be exact, I said I’d seen a glimpse of the future and it skeered me? No? Here’s a reminder:
Yeah, THAT future. Well. The Girls BFF M. is here spending the night, and when the boys (The Boy and Z) got here, they came running out to tell The Boy the following:
M: OMG! SO! REMEMBER! When we came to McD’s after my dance recital? And you was there in the window? And so was G? And you handed out our order? GUESS WHAT MY MOM SAID! She said THIS and I swear I’m totally not lying – you Smiled? And she was all “You can totally date him, you know.” And I was like WHAT? you KNOW who that is, right? And she was all “Of course I know, it’s The Girl’s older brother!” and I was like HE’S TWO YEARS OLDER THEN ME! and she was all “I know that. It’s ok.” even though she said I couldn’t date till I was like 67 and stuff, but she was all “The Boy! He’s cute! Look at that smile!” And I was like OMG!
Yes, yes it was said all in one breath. Thanks for noticing. The boy was like uh, ok. And Z and I were like NEXT YEAR’S PROM DATE! WHOOO! and of course teased them both relentlessly. Which they took good-naturedly while praying we’d forget all about it and move on to some other topic of conversation because OMG MOM. Z wasn’t helping much when he declared “WE CANNOT GO TO SLEEP until you ASK HER OUT so do it already I’m TIRED!” which was pretty much awesome and sealed him as my favorite boy of the day. (Until he bit me. But that’s another story!)
ANYWAY. So we continued laughing and joking and generally being teenagers (…shut up. I am too a teenager – at heart.) and the next thing I know? And I wish I could have caught it on camera, but they ducked. *mutter* ANYWAY. The next thing I know? The boy is hand-feeding her bites of PIZZA. (If you know the boy and his pizza and you’ll realize…) and then? He was playing with her cell phone. and THEN? He all smoothly says “I don’t have your cell number on my phone…” and she gave it to him while the rest of us resumed our teasing. Heh. Because we’re subtle like that.
When I left the room to get ready for bed, he was sitting on the floor at her feet, his head resting on her foot – until they went their separate ways – the boys to the manspace to sleep, the girls to The Girl’s room to do the same.
…..oy.
just.
Oy!
And also? Gee thanks, M’s mom! *L* Good thing I like the kid, huh?
…it’s HOW far?!
It’s no secret. I am a large woman. I have the perfect hourglass figure – that holds 3.5 hours. Figures like mine aren’t born, they’re MADE – it takes time and dedication to get the kind of curves I’ve got – for SURE. (and what would I do if I DID lose weight? I’d have to get all new material!) What I’m not, apparently, is a SMART woman. Ha!
See, it started innocently enough. After listening to the pup bemoan the fact that she’s BORED and none of her FRIENDS are home and WHY aren’t they home and of COURSE I don’t want to do chores just because I’m bored momma are you NUTS woman but I’m BORED and LONELY for most of the day, I decided that I’d surprise her and take her to her Auntie’s house.
And surprise her Auntie too, because I didn’t call and say I was coming.
And surprised Deogi too, because I decided to WALK THE DOG.
I know. Clearly, I’ve been smoking too much crack. But, she only lives like a block away, right? It takes less then a minute by car, and the kids go back and forth in nothing flat (remind me to break their legs later, will ya?) and it’ll calm the dog down because he’s flipping out and so hey! Get the leash, let’s go.
… You’d think I’d know better, wouldn’t you? She lives an ALASKAN block away, and while they do things “bigger” in Texas? They ain’t got NOTHING on us. How long have I lived here again? 30 years? Yeah, you’d think I’d know better.
So I got the leash (Deogi goes NUTS! A walk! WALK! OUTSIDE! with MOM! OMG! WALK!) and the dog, and started walking while the pup pedaled circles around us on her bike. Deogi tried to eat everything, forgot the no pull rule, barked up a storm, but we plodded on. It’s good for the dog, see? The pup asked where we goin huh huh huh about fifty gazillion times before she realized what direction we were headed in, but still couldn’t quite believe it. There were KIDS THERE. KIDS to PLAY WITH. Kids to get in TROUBLE with. KIDS! WHO WOULDN’T BORE HER! Are we REALLY going to Auntie’s mama? REALLY? and when did you decide to walk anyway you never walk are we out of gas in the car again?
(Duh…yes. of course we’re low on gas – who isn’t nowdays? Conserving for the driving of the boy to work until payday on Wednesday. Smart ass lil brat.)
So, we walked. And walked. And I began to wonder just how long this walk was anyway, and when are they gonna just punch a shortcut road right through to her house already because holy cow my back is starting to hurt!
But eventually, we braved several cars, and barked at a lot of dogs, and pee’d on the street (…ok, those last two were just Deogi. Honest.) and turned the last corner to Auntie’s house where I could let the dog go and just have him race to Auntie when she called him, and plod my slow way to them.
Whew. So I stayed there for oh, a couple hours. Because I knew I had to walk back. And the Girl and her BFF took the dog on a long bike ride to get some of his energy out before I shot him, and I gabbed with Auntie and her very preggo friend who she’d been walking with earlier trying to walk the baby out. Then, I had to bite the bullet, the Girl brought the dog back (amusingly – the Dog that is Scared of Everything? LOVES to run up and down the giant plastic slides at the park… i know, right?), the Pup was invited to stay the night, and I… I had to walk home again.
Before I did though, I asked my uber fit triathlon running sister just HOW FAR it was to walk between our houses… she, of the 30 mile bike rides, blithely replied “I dunno, just half a mile or so.”
HALF OF A MILE? Meaning after walking back it was like A WHOLE MILE?
Did I MENTION that I am a VERY LARGE woman who sits on her ass and eats bonbons all day? Ok, not so much the bonbons… but DID I?
So yes. Today, the girl who prefers to stay inside and play around on the computer walked her dog for a mile. A WHOLE MILE.
Even better?
I did it in those SANDALS.
Remind me not to do that again, will ya?!
Now all I need is someone to make my back feel better and feed me bonbons. Harumph.
Other weekend happenings, bullet style!
Sometimes, it’s just SO OBVIOUS that they are my kids. Seriously.
* The boy got hisself a haircut. Even paid for it with his own money. (Amazingly, the more this happens, the more I like that he’s old enough to get a job. Hah.) As the stylist is brushing off his neck, after the cut, and then says she missed his neck and reaches for the clippers he says “No straight razors, now…” and she laughs with a MUHAHAHAH and he pops off with “Mrs. Lovett’s MEAT pies!” and she steps on the chair lifting lever and says “so… see this lever…” and he jumps up as if he’s afraid of being tossed into the basement and made into meat pies and we all laugh. Haha! Sometimes, I love this town…
* We watched Harry Potter again last night (…uh, the latest DVD with Dumbledore’s Army… Oh! order of the pheonix) and both girls popped off with “HEY! Isn’t that Mrs. Lovett that killed Serius?!” Yes. Yes it was.
* Sunday Afternoon Comedy Hour: Dog needs a bath. Dog is scared of EVERYTHING, from plastic to being left alone, to yes – water. When I got there to help the girls, the Girl had gotten him wet and was soaping him up. At this point in time I realize she is doing this, and had set up this little dog wash, by sitting Deogi DIRECTLY ON TOP OF A PILE OF MOOSE shit NUGGETS!
* Frustrated with his getting away while still soaped up, once we finally convinced him to come back, I grabbed on to his leash, held on, and hosed him down with the other hand – and promptly discovered myself SPINNING IN CIRCLES until I was tangled in the hose and laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. Finally finished the job with a wet towel, and a dry rubdown afterwards with no hose in sight. And no, the bathtub is not an option – he’s scared of IT too.
* Neighbor across the street is enjoying the show so much, she takes a phone call OUTSIDE so that she can continue to watch our hour-long attempts at bathing the dog – the same dog that promptly rolled in the sand on the way home. *mutters* (we were at Nana and Papa’s to use their hose.)
* Father’s Day saw us, after the dog-washing, joining Papa for movie and desert – since he couldn’t eat said desert, the girls, Nana and I enjoyed his cake and ice cream as we watched The Golden Compass finally. Good movie – so when’s the next one coming?! What, they expect me to read a BOOK? GOSH.
* We did bring Deogi with us, and he behaved well, though did beg for a cheeto from Nana. She didn’t give him any – but did roll her eyes when the Girl did. Heh. He wanted to lay down on the couch next to me, but had to do the unthinkable and lay on the floor. Unthinkable, because he’s pretty positive he’s a cat. Or a people when there’s snacks to be had. But the important part is that he behaved. Whew.
* “Momma! Can I watch a movie?!”
sure, pup, which one?
“The one with the depressed guy!”
…
“and the singing!”
…
“AND MEAT PIES!”
OOOOOOOOOOh You want to watch Sweeny Todd again?
“Yup! Hey! He’s the guy from Willy Wonka!!!”
* And we discover a Johnny Depp/Sweeny Todd theme, yes, yes we do.
* And I’m not complaining at all, no, no I am not. Johnny Depp is my secret husband. So secret he doesn’t know it.
* Stop looking at me like that. She doesn’t have nightmares, she doesn’t have any problem watching movies like that – and I don’t judge you for watching THE WIGGLES now, do I?!? And if it’s good enough for Ben Aflacks’ kid in Jersey Girl, It’s good enough for mine!
* All together now… Mrs. Lovett’s MEAT pies, savory and SWEET pies – GOD THAT’S GOOD!
Aren’t you glad you took a peek inside my weekend? Heh. Now, if I could just get rid of the ‘Eau De Freak” my AIM seems to have that’s attracting all the weirdo’s, it’d be a nigh perfect weekend, hm?
ETA: Last minute funny – The boy couldn’t find his belt before work, made due with a backup belt and off to work he went. He just found the belt, hanging on the file cabinet that BOTH OF US HAD LOOKED AT and apparently completely missed the belt hanging there. We’re laughing, and he says “YOU WERE RIGHT THERE!” Says me “YOU WERE TOO!” Says him….
“BUT YOU WERE AT EYE LEVEL!”
Short jokes. The boy has short jokes. He’s lucky I let him live….
