I'm watching Survivor right now and the end just makes me cringe - as always. So many whiny people. Damn. It's a game and it gets so ugly...so unnecessary. I can't even watch anymore..la la la, I can't hear you!
Why is this stuff so interesting? Why can't I stop watching? Our family loves to watch Survivor. We love the challenges, we love cheering for people - we just love to watch (AJ cried when Coach got voted off, strange child).
But the end..The end sucks SO bad. Everyone plays the game until the end then everyone is mad. It strangely makes me very uncomfortable when they are all mad at whoever is winning. Like it's their fault you suck.
But then again, I can't look away...it's that Jeff Probst. I just love him. He did a blog this year and he cracks me up.
So happy JT won -what a cutie...
UPDATE** Giant surprise that my computer died before I was finished writing this - and it went ahead and posted incomplete. I have just had it. I'm not even going to try to post from that thing anymore. I surrender... Anyhow - there was SO much more to go with this post and as I was just about to open myself up for a little public humiliation, in the name of learning from my experience - I figured I had better repost - ENJOY!
I'm probably going to get a lot of crap for this - but lesson learned, so you might as well hear it, right? Maybe one of you can avoid the excrutiating lesson I had to learn...
We spent the day working on the playhouse in the backyard...building hammering, drilling, lifting, carrying - you know ALL my favorite things. We are building it under our giant apple tree, so all day little twigs and moss and miscellaneous bug parts were falling on me. It was reeeaally fun It stays light so much later (all of a sudden) and so we ate dinner pretty late. Suddenly I realized that it was almost 8, no one had showered and the Survivor Finale was ready to start!
Panic!! (yes, I have a DVR - but it is a 3 hour show and I wanted to watch it last night, not today!)
I decided, in my desperation to
Let me just say right now, up front - I do NOT normally shower or bathe with my five year old son. Don't yell at me. I used to. I did. He loves having company in the bath. He still asks me all the time. I'm very popular for bathtime games and stories -really.
It's actually more embarrassing I stopped doing it, not because we were getting dangerously close to that line (where ever that is -I'm never really sure)
but because showering with your child is damned hard on your self esteem!
"I love your big butt, Mama" is one of the least heartbreaking things he said to me. As soon as I got him in the shower, I knew I had made a huge mistake, but we were already committed and in I went. I won't go into all the horror and the songs he sang, (continuously) the best of which was about catching water drops off of giant boobies... the questions about growing up and being as big as me...the pointing, the laughing, the raspberries... (asking me to block
If he isn't scared for life - I certainly am.
The moral of the story is...
(I'm sitting here, sifting thru my brain, attempting to pick out the one most important thing I learned...it's tough)
Truthfully? My advice is remember to stop
That was a difficult lesson to learn and I just think if I can spare one person from repeating my horrifying experience...it will be worth it (not really).
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