Here’s a fun fact: Any time I sit down in front of my television to watch something that is directly or indirectly associated with The Bachelor franchise, I have to pencil in a two-hour block in my calendar. Good times. If you know me at all, you know that I love to dance. I started dancing at five-years-old and I haven’t stopped since. Most of the time it’s to the
The Dancing with the Stars opener shoved us down memory lane reminding us of last week’s booting of Captain Twinkle Toes and how he refuses to go on national TV without crying. Someone brilliant in the graphics department super imposed the picture of a single rose over his head that graphically beat him to the ground as he’s thanking his fans in Canada for voting. I laughed. Out loud. Some
As I sat down to watch Jake and Chelsie stumble through another week of Dancing with the “Stars,” I found that picking out the cabbage of my grilled chicken salad from Chick-Fil-A was more interesting than what was happening on my TV screen. In fact, I was rejoicing in the 23 flavors of Dr Pepper and asking my refreshing beverage of choice, “Why are you so good to me?” when
Remember that Friends episode where Ross tries to get Ugly Naked Guy’s apartment? The one where Phoebe and Rachel go with him and see Monica and Chandler “doing it” up against the window? Let me refresh your memory. Pay close attention to Phoebe’s reaction right around the 50 second mark: Dear reader. That is how I felt last night while I was watching Jake dance. I was at my friend
I am at a Holiday Inn Express in Silt, Colorado for THE FIFTH NIGHT IN A ROW. But don’t feel sorry for me. This place has a BBQ joint. Holla! Needless to say, I’ve read an entire book, two magazines and watched three movies. If you know me, you know I travel with my portable DVD player like any other toddler/child/pre-teen/teen and came prepared for the airplane and down time
