Ok, Really...?

SO much life has happened in a short few weeks.

Highs:
MOM IS CANCER FREE! miracle.
The end of February... good riddance
Big Daddy's (what? that's his name) successful open heart surgery!
Some great music, friends and life
Becoming a team co-capt. for this year's Relay for Life!!
Business success with organizing on the side
New glasses that help my eyes not blur even more during long work days! See? (pun intended)


Lows:
The waiting game of mom's struggle
Potentially scary eye predicament of my own
LONG winter
Feeling old. (don't hate... I'm just being honest)
LOTS of uncertainty on every conceivable level
The dread of taxes

I can stay subdued no longer. A "low", that needs its own paragraph, is The Bachelor... Mr. Jason Mesnick. I am committed to keeping the language on here PG, so bear with me. You, devoted blog readers, know that I have been a faithful follower and mild stalker... OK, legit stalker... of Jason. Its neither flattering or realistic. Nevertheless, I have loved him. I applied to be on the show. I watched each show with waning enthusiasm.. but enthusiasm nonetheless. Its important that you know how enamored I was with this handsome, single father from the Pacific Northwest. Sure, he's a cheese ball. Sure, he's a little too quick with the lovin'. Sure... he's a creep. But, wow. Tonight was a WHOLE new ball game. I am officially so annoyed that I will never* watch the show again. My beef isn't even really with Jason. Its with that desperate hussy Molly. I mean, never has this world seen a girl MORE thrilled to be someone's sloppy seconds... and I do mean sloppy, okaaaaay?! And Jason? He's like school on Sunday... no class. I am rarely speechless. Tonight I was without words. (Well, as many words. hehe.) As I sat and watched, I honestly found myself horrified. I'm pretty sure ABC has reached a new low with their television love connections. (yes, i hear myself.)

I promptly huffed off, drew horns on my "Team Jason" homemade t-shirt and got on the computer. Luckily, I turned on the t.v. only to find Jimmy Fallon wrapping up his first show starring none other than Robert "Bob" Deniro, Justin Timberlake and Van Morrison. Outstanding. Justin Timberlake secured his pozish in my heart for good as he impersonated Barry Gibb and Michael McDonald. Both men having written my favorite soft rock hits. Sometimes I think... no, I know.. JT and I would be best friends. Also, Van Morrison is technically a little person. And has virtually undiscernable speech... but he's Van freaking Morrison, riiight?!

Tomorrow is a new day. One where television, hopeless romanticism and expensive disappointment have their day in the sun yet again. Thank you, America. Again... thank you.

A teaser for the coming week: Outline of my "StrengthsFinder" results. My compare/contrast of two feature films, "The Reader" and "Notorious". Both riveting in their own right (or is it rite? Whatev.) And last but not least, A synopsis of the last month by way of haiku. You know you love it.

Oy Vey. Its almost time to wake up and go the gym. gross.

Xs and Os,
k

*no, seriously. I am happy to compile a list of things I will do before watching The Bachelor ever again. It will include but not be limited to: staying awake for 80 hours, getting a rash, getting lost in the woods, experiencing uncontrollable bowels, listening to non stop whining or ever being in the presence of Kid Rock. I will never never never watch the show again. After tomorrow.