Thoughts; on the Survivor season finale. 1.) Who here thinks they should just give Ozzy Redemption Island as a consolation prize? He pretty much lives there anyway. 2.) Am I the only one amused that Brandon's occupation is, "Russell Hantz's Nephew."? 3.) I'm a lifelong Big Brother and Survivor fan, having not missed a single episode of either since BB8. My joke for years, regarding going on BB has been: "The challenges will be hard, and the social game harder. But the hardest part of doing BB for me will be buying ugly athletic shoes, living with a bunch of slobs, and winning over a jury consistently convinced they're the panel at a Miss America pageant!!" Survivor and Big Brother are both about game play, but the last time a jury for either show got it right was when Evil Dick won BB8!! Coach should have had it locked up, right? To my awesome friends here, who have tried out for these shows: If you find yourself on either aforementioned jury, promise your frustrated friend you'll remember you aren't voting for Miss Congeniality!! Have a great night! I'm going back to my paperwork.
My grandmother is one of my greatest role models in life. The woman is 87, and in the last two years, has had both her knees replaced, a massive great attack that resulted in a triple bypass, and she fell and broke her hip, and had that replaced. I was there to drive her home from rehab when she bluntly refused a walker, and would only take a cane. I was also there when she tossed the cane into the bushes as we left the rehab center, saying she didn't need that silly thing. I can only hope, when I'm nearly ninety, I can say I have that kind of spunk and spirit. Let her be a role model for all of us. Have a great day! Votes are in!
Well you made it to another Sunday so here is a thought: Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them. Vote is in.
Thanks for the vote sorry i'm late on responding haven't been on and also sorry to hear you were sick! i'm glad you're feeling better now =] u got my vote on everything
I was out doing Christmas shopping yesterday, braving the department store insanity. As usual, people thought I was a bit nuts. Not because of my corset; but because I broke into hysterics when a version of christmas song, "Santa Baby," came on - the version sung by a guy. This yanked me back to high school chorus, where the WOMEN'S show choir was performing that song. That didn't stop one of my male friends from running onstage during the performance, wearing that "sexy santa" women's lengerie (red silk, write fur...NOT THE UNIFORM OF THE CHOIR), garters, heels and all, prancing around and singing the song. He got in serious trouble, but I still laugh about it today! Have a laugh today! Votes are in!
OCD Story, Part 2: I believe God [Goddess, Allah, Him, ____ insert your deity of choice] is an unconditionally loving Father. I also believes he strives to teach us our life lessons with a bit of cosmic humor. Joke 1: Give an OCD neat freak a love of cats. I can't live without my kitties, but have a deathly phobia of the "three cats; small house" smell. Joke 2: Send Murphy over while the OCD neat freak is having her insane, scrub everything a million times cleaning attack. Murphy decided Thursday morning, before my critical appointment, was when the leaking pipe in my bathroom should break completely. The same leaking pipe I called a plumber for last month, when I noticed the water stains on my wall. He told me there was no problem, and the stains were just a reaction from the fresh paint and humidity from my showers. Bad news gets worse: when the industrial carpet cleaner I used to clean up the water in the bathroom, and clean the carpets, made enough loud, terrifying noise to inspire my kitten to have...politely phrased, an explosive bowel movement...all over my couch. Accounting for the overwhelming stress, bowl of cat crunchies, and those two events, everything leading up to my meeting was a massive FML moment. The good news, the plumbing company is fixing my bathroom for free, after I threatened to sue for that screw-up. And my meeting went well. And, my conclusion of the cosmic lesson: I still need to work on not taking life so seriously!
