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Survivor, Episode Four

When there’s a hidden immunity idol involved…

things are bound to get complicated.  This season instead of having one survivor find the clue, the clue was found unexpectedly in the center of each camp for all to see.  This played out in different ways within each tribe.  I was ready for the stir in caused.

We saw lots of personality within this episode, Coach has a breakdown,
yes, the Dragonslayer admits to being sensitive.  Tyson shows compassion towards him (big shock).  The best part, he-he, is when Tyson tells Coach that he would get him get through this, but he would have to trust him even if he didn’t like what he would say. 

Coach says, “Like what?” 

Tyson replies, “Don’t wear the feather to tribal, don’t tell your stories and don’t do ti-chi on the beach, do it in private.” 

That was like telling Coach not to be Coach. 

Russell was back to the Russell we remember from the last season.  Cirie is a master, love her mental moves and how she plays the game.  Thought maybe Colby was going tonight,  nooooo it’s too soon.  It’s hard not to cheer for this all American nice guy.

There were also some bold moves come tribal council time…

Cookie Conspiracy…

 Girl Scout Cookies

 Our family cut back this year…

we only ordered 11 boxes of Girl Scout cookies, trying to be frugal and all.  Ask me how long 8 of those boxes lasted.  Not tellin’, waaaaaay to embarassing.  It’s a scandal, really.

Took a poll around here and Samoas came in first, with Thin Mints placing second and Tagalongs, appropriately named, coming in third place.

My friend, Jill and I, were discussing how quickly a sleeve of Thin Mints can disappear.   They just kind of poof into thin air, that maybe where they got their name.  Get it, Thin Mint, thin air.  Ha-Ha, he, hmm.

What about Samoas, makes you think some-more-a’s.  As in, do you want some more-a?  That’s our problem…it’s the marketing.

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Do tell me which is your favorite…

We’re having a party with Patty over at Blessed Moon. Please be sure to stop by and say hey!

My Little Blog Baby…

I can’t believe it…

this is my 100th post.  It seems like a marker that is worth a moment’s notice, for me at least.  One hundred posts represents 6 months in my time or 3 1/2 in dog years. 

My blog baby is growing up and just like the real life ”babies” I walk through my days with at home…it is fun to glance back at all that has transpired while at the same time trying not to buckle under all that has not yet come to pass.

There is so much I still do not get about this blog world, such as how to get Google friend followers that you can display on your side bar.   I mean, I just want to know in case I ever get a sidebar.  I am shell shocked by those that know how to design their own pages and unsure of where to start to find someone to help me personalize mine.

How does that whole commenter thing work?  So many stop by and say nothing, why is that?  I respect their silence, but am I missing something?  If someone does comment, how do you appropriately comment back…thanks to Kala at http://amatterofhowyouseeit.com/ and Patty at http://blessedmoon.squarespace.com/, I understand this process a little better.

(Try not to notice that I don’t know how to have the name underlined in blue, so you can just click on the name and it links you to the site…baby steps.)

What I do know though is that it fills me up, this little blog baby.  This place I come, a corner with a comfy chair where I can translate what is bouncing around in my brain.  Where I find unforeseen clarity and wipe my mental slate clean (lucky you). 

Within this Cyber neighborhood, I am better for “knowing” those I find here.   I am exposed to bundles of inspiration and answers, I enjoy the sharing of common joys and struggles.  Hmmm, I humbly reflect.

 Happy 100th post, Little baby blog.

Survivor, Episode Two

I know not everyone is a fan so I will keep it brief. 

I experienced a self imposed trauma Thursday night when I checked my TIVO and Survivor was not there waiting for me.  It was like being stood up for an appointment that had been anticipated for a week.

I was not happy, so not happy that I felt the need to say it out loud to anyone who would listen.  Blush…childish I know.

My frown was quickly turned upside down when I realized that on the Internet where you can find anything and everything (gasp), CBS has posted Episode 2 in it’s entirety.

So, I was able to watch Survivor last night and I have one thing to say.

It was gooooood, so good!

Could It Be…

Could it be…

that when God made me, He hid a solar panel in my head?

The last couple days, the sun has been out and by golly, I feel like the Energizer Bunny.

Everything is brighter, literally…I have felt balanced, like all is not just well, but beautiful!

I drive along, (you’ve read about the driving, right?) and notice the sun shining through the bare, gnarled trees.  It is gorgeous and intriguing.  Since it isn’t possible (or wise) to take pictures while I drive I capture snapshots in my mind and store them away for other, less joyous days.

Winter is far from over, but I’ll take and revel in this little taste of spring.  I can’t really help but soak it all in, you know, with that panel in my head and all.

Survivor, Heroes vs. Villians…

Seriously, I know this is silly but…

The 20th season of Survivor is going to be soooo grand.

Talk about stellar, bringing together these seasoned players is brilliant!  A blend of people that have played the game before, some multiple times.  I would say they know the game of Survivor!  Grand, I say, it’s going to be g-r-a-n-d.

I’m pretty much, it’s safe to say, a Survivor fanatic.  I have other shows I like but probably if I had to pick just one show, this would be it.

I also have dreams and aspirations about being a contestant. While I am hesitant to ever agree to be away from my family for such a stretch of time, there are days when I am convinced that surely I am well equipped to brave the show. In fact, perhaps it would be like a vacation compared to everyday life.

Recently, something happened…it was after 1:00am in the morning and one of the kids needed something.  My husband was up and on the situation while I was three sheets to the wind.  Gone was the “Commando Mom” in me that could snap to attention and hit the ground running. 

As I lay there in a groggy state I realized my Survivor dreams were shattered.  If my Mommy turbo boost is sluggish what would motivate me on an island full of strangers? 

No worries, I switched gears and actively began recruiting members of my family and almost family to try to get on the show.  The catch, I so better be the family member that gets to come to the island to visit.

Here is some extra footage from the 1st tribal council…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEkb-0tt4e4

Uh-huh, grand.

I Wasn’t At Blissdom, Either…

Just today I happened upon a “I’m not at Blissdom” blog-hop…

Now the reality is at this point, on this day Monday, the 8th, no one is at Blissdom anymore.

I still feel compelled to link up with others that were never there.  How nice it would have been to have found you all this weekend and to have been united through what was not and to celebrate what indeed was.  It would have been like a sisterhood of “Not at Blissdom-ers”…it would have been great!  The celebration of us, not there, wondering what everyone was talking about, eating, learning, but united just the same.

We could make a pact and promise to all meet there next year in 2011…I am trying to be funny, but it’s coming across creepy isn’t it, yay, I thought so…breaking the blogger cool code.

Just to prove my sincerity I will share something humorous with you…a few days before Blissdom was to start, I went on line and put my name on the waiting list just in case.  I expectantly checked my email the next few days just in case a spot with my name on it popped up.  I was ready to hop in the car and go.

Obviously, that didn’t happen, but I can’t remember the last time I considered being impulsive or that I allowed myself a far fetched dream.

Oh well, you seem like a fun and friendly bunch.  If you would be so kind as to leave me a comment I promise to hop over and pay you a visit.  I would find it refreshing to have some new friends and hear some of your stories, it gets old listening to myself talk.

Thanks to Blessed Moon at http://blessedmoon.squarespace.com/ for getting the party started!

Giddy…

I am just crazy with giddiness right now…

We are expecting “weather” this weekend in the Carolina’s.  Are you thinking that it is the prediction of snow/rain/ice that has me in this elated state?

Close…it is the emails that are flooding in this morning, postponing or canceling all the activities that peppered the squares of my calendar marked Jan 30/31. 

Have you heard the song -

“Feeling Groovy” 

Slow down, you move too fast,

you gotta make the morning last,

just skippin’ (or perhaps slippin’ is in order) down the cobblestone,

looking for fun and feeling groovy…

I’ve got no deeds to do, no promises to keep…

Well, that would be me, right now!

 I always feel like I should be doing something.  Ha!  There is nothing to do!

We are being isolated, yipeee, I feel so freeee! 

Games, pizza, movies and fun, here I come.

Yipeee…It’s Friday!

After a dinner consisting of pizza…

My husband and I went strolling around the mall, not so much as a date but more of a let’s have a few moments to ourselves kind of thing…I know we weren’t alone, but we also weren’t with anyone we knew, he-he.

One of the highlights was going to Brookstone and relaxing in the back massage chair while having my feet massaged at the same time in the foot squeezer machine. 

I hadn’t done this in the past, but hey, I think I will refer to it as pampering myself on a budget…or what to do while your fellow shopper is looking at things you don’t get…

Then it was home for a bowl of Cookie Dough ice cream.

So what did you do for fun or to relax?

 Happy Friday, Y’All!

Pants On The Ground…

What do you make of it?

Who is this 62 year old man who performed on American Idol spreading the entertaining tune “Pants on the Ground” across the world?

http://www.americanidol.com/videos/season_9/memorable_auditions/larry_platt/

By the time I pulled up this American Idol episode on our DVR in an effort to catch up, my son already knew the song and was singing along with his friend as I viewed it for the first time.

This is a mite ironic for this is the exact same son that received a belt for Christmas.  He vehemently declared he really didn’t need a belt…

“Yes, you do”, I said.

 He said, “No, I’m good”.

No, REALLY you need a belt.” I declared.

He wore it a few times in the days proceeding Christmas, now it resides on the floor in his room.  Uh-huh… does anyone feel my pain?

So, General Larry Platt addresses what many are thinking; why does any self-respecting young person choose to let their pants droop so low that we all see their underwear?

Here’s the hope I am standing on when it comes to my son, he will outgrow it.  I never ran around showing my under garments, but yikes, I wouldn’t have wanted to come face to face with the fashion police.

This is going to date me, but I eventually aged out of  my quest to have perfectly feathered hair like Farrah Fawcett.  Although, puka shells were fetching in my time, if you were to run into me today, I wouldn’t be sportin’ them.

So I am banking on “this too shall pass”, I guess what makes me a little nervous though, is what will replace this fad.

Best not to borrow trouble.