Make me a Nekkid Supermodel – and other news
Aryn, America? Really? And here you had my hopes so high after the first couple of weeks. Sigh. HOW could you let Jay’s mama call in so many damn times? SERIOUSLY?
Well, Aryn was eliminated, leaving Jay in the running to be the Next Top…wait. Wrong show – same premise. Then this week, after last weeks sexy lingerie, we get nekkid models! Whoo! They pose for a life drawing class (Where were they when I had to take live drawing?!) for 10 minutes a peice. Then they got to do a living art arrangement which was really kinda cool. They were all painted black, with various shiny bits and bobs, and then of course there’s the runway show. Jay is in the bottom three AGAIN, along with Casey and Katy. Here’s hoping that ya’ll got it right this time! We’ll find out on Thursday.
In other news!
ABC has announced their newest Bachelor, holding tight to their tried and true (and failed 10 times) method of choosing a typical Handsome Prince to vie for the hearts of the ladies. Matt Grant has one thing going for him though – he’s from London, and has a lovely accent. Maybe this international financier will find the woman of his dreams to help him sew his less then wild oats. 25 ladies will start competing for his affections on March 17th.
The new Bachelorette was also recently announced – these are two shows I don’t normally watch, so… but you know, can’t talk about one without the other. the last Bachelor, where Brad decided not to continue a relationship with either of the final two, opened the door for one of the rejected women to have her own shot at men on the offshoot show. DeAnna, who told Brad off at the After The Rose special for breaking her heart, will be sifting through the hopefuls for that one guy who won’t leave her standing alone in a Rose Garden. They’re currently in casting. (Check out ABC.com if you’re desperate interested.)
Also casting is an astonishing 21st season! Man. I feel old. I also can’t believe it’s still on! They’re looking for the most interesting people they can find. If you think they’re one of them – here are the dates:
Saturday, February 9th, 10:00a.m. – 5:00p.m.
AREA 51- 18 & over Dance Hall
451 South 400 West
Salt Lake City, Utah 84101
Saturday, February 9th, 10:00a.m. – 5:00p.m.
Goose Island Wrigleyville
3535 N. Clark Street
Chicago, IL 60657
Tuesday, February 12th, 11:00a.m. – 6:00p.m.
University of Massachusetts Amherst
Student Union Building, Ballroom
41 Campus Center Way
Amherst, MA 01003
Saturday February 16th 10:00a.m. – 5:00p.m.
Bar
254 Crown Street
New Haven, CT 06511
www.barnightclub.com
–and I promise I won’t wait so long between updates again! I hope. You do know that Big Brother and Survivor are starting, right RIIIIIIIGHT! Yay!
Convo Snippet with the Girl
Her: I need black shoes!
Me: You HAVE black shoes!
Her: Those are Nana’s!
Me: She gave them to you, remember?
Her: Oh.
Time passes, we go to pick up Claribelle from the nice man who fixed the clarinet, before her ensemble comp at school
Her: I hate these shoes.
Me: Why?
Her: They make me WALK FUNNY.
Me: …
Her: SEE?
Me: …you mean they make you walk like a GIRL?
Her: YES! AUGH!
Me: ….hahahahahhahahahahaha…
Her: (glare)
Keep in mind, that she’s still sporting fake nails and loves them to bits… among every other girly thing. But man, walking LIKE A GIRL is apparently CROSSING THE LINE….
hahahahahh!
Birthdays and discoveries…
So, my mom’s birthday was last week, and dad’s was today, so naturally we had the party for them both, yesterday. (grin) It involved giggling grandbabies, pizza, and pineapple upside down cake. Yuuuuuuumm!
And a couple pictures of course. See?
Ain’t they the cutest? And you no what else I discovered at this party? The pup? she does TOO know how to load a dishwasher… without even being ASKED too… SEE?
She, of course, wasn’t happy that she’d been caught out! (grins)
Happy Monday, all!
Love Thursday
I’ve watched over the last year as Love Thursday‘s spread about the internet and several of my favorites participated, and then without realizing it, they disappeared. They are back again, and all the syrupy sweetness so think you must brush your teeth for fear of Internet Inspired Cavities once more cavorts about the webspaces of folks I read often. I’ve never participated before, because I’m not one for the mush. Sure, I’ve a closet full of romance novels that might say different, but really, I’m just not an overly mushy lovey dovey type of girl.
[Stop laughing, you.
Right this minute.
Don’t make me get out the paddle…]
Ahem. Anyway.
As I was laying in bed last night, trying to get my mind to Just. Shut. Up. Already! so that I could sleep, somehow the fact that it was already Thursday occurred to my tired brain, and for some unknown reason that translated to “Hey, it’s Love Thursday. I should write something!” just before my eyes finally closed. I even had half written in my head within a couple sleepy breaths. Thus, I give you this wordy snapshot:
My parents are unique individuals, and as different as night and day. I’m one of the lucky ones, who’s folks are still married after almost 39 years now. There are so opposite at times in demeanor and thought, that it’s almost boggling to think they haven’t killed each other yet. Dad is easy, outgoing, and will talk to ANYONE – especially female. Mom, while friendly and outgoing herself, isn’t one to stop a complete stranger in the store and talk like they’re long lost friends like Dad does – she must trust you completely to give away the intimate details of her thoughts. Dad shares everything with anyone who is interested. They don’t always see eye to eye, and sometimes it seems like they NEVER see eye to eye, but somehow, someway, they manage to co-exist and live in the same house, on the same street, as they have since we moved up here to Alaska back in 1978.
After all these years of marriage, they are comfortable with one another for the most part. They’ve moved past the ‘OMG I CAN’T KEEP MY HANDS OFF YOU’ making out on the couch – or, god forbid, in PUBLIC – newlywed stage, and settled into the ‘This is MY chair, and hello, get your own blanket for the bed bucko, this one’s MINE’ stage. And that’s where my snapshot actually truly begins.
It was the second day in the hospital for mom. I’d arrived and set up Scooter to charge and check emails, and generally just allow me to be there for mom, without intruding. There was laughter with the Nurse We Loved, and snarky comments, and a general sense of health and happiness and well being in the room. Dad knew I hadn’t eaten yet, and so was urging me to head down to the cafeteria with him, because he needed to eat too. We let mom know, just as she started to drift asleep again. All that laying around wired up to machines had exhausted her, you see. (grin)
As I was slipping my shoes back on, I looked up to see Mom sleeping, mouth agape and eyes closed, as Dad stood nearby and just watched her. He then reached out with his hand – hands I remember soothing my own brow as I wasn’t feeling well and drifted to sleep – and brushed her hair back from her forehead, his fingers smoothing the line in her brow with a touch. You could see that the touch, as simple as it was, soothed and sent her deeper into sleep, instantly. I wanted a camera in that moment, but knew if even if I had an actual photograph, it would never convey the sense of wonderment. It was a perfect moment, the perfect picture of a love that transcends all their differences, that doesn’t need overt demonstrations, that doesn’t need over the top wild monkey sex performed in front of open windows every Tuesday**.
It simply is.
And it was perfect.
Happy Love Thursday, everyone!
[**Not that, you know, there’s anything wrong with wild monkey sex or anything. Just not with my parents involved – please! As my kids would say… “bad picture! BAD PICTURE!”]
Biggest Loser – Recap
Back at the Ranch, The purple team come to confront the yellow team because they told them at the elimination they weren’t working hard. Jen is highly offended, and starts yelling and such at Paul and Kelly, and Paul tells us that they have to reach deeper. She feels they validated the stereotype that fat people are lazy, and them in particular. Jen decides it’s time to forget alliances.
Kelly and Paul talk to Jillian, and she tells us that she was surprised, but she can’t tell them who to target or not, that’s not her place. Kelly lets Jillian know that they are no longer teams, but individual, while the other teams fill Bob in on the elimination challenge. Jen voices her discontent and Bob tells her to find more strength in her inner self and quit focusing on what others are saying and take responsibility for her own self. She has another opportunity to prove them all wrong.
Jillian spends time with Brittany to see what’s at the core of her obesity. She gets her to open up, and explain that she’s had an emotional battle with food since her father’s death. She doesn’t like opening up, it’s hard because she’s been hurt a lot. She’d rather make everyone think it’s ok. The only thing that was consistent for her was food.
Challenge time!
