Living Will

I’ve refrained from weighing in on the Terri Schiavo case, mostly because I think it’s just sad. And tragic. I cannot imagine such bitterness and hatred between the parties--that they would fail to reach (what I think) a reasonable compromise.

Michael Schiavo has moved on with his life. He has a new “wife” and two young children. Terri’s parents and siblings are ready and willing to bear the burden of caring for her. Wouldn’t reasonableness dictate that her care be turned over to her family?

I don’t know the answers. I believe Terri was in a persistent vegetative state. I don’t believe she was capable of a meaningful recovery, but does that mean she should die? Again, I don’t know.

What I do know is that based on reports, Michael Schiavo denied Terri’s family the right to be there when she died. He denied her their loving comfort (whether she knew it or not) in her last moments. At the end does it matter who was right; who was wrong? I don’t think so. I think in those final days and hours she should have anyone and everyone who loved her at her side.

Such bitterness, such hatred among the families. It will continue, I’m afraid. The autopsy findings will be endlessly argued. Her burial or cremation, the place she is laid to rest will be filled with anger and resentment. However, Terri is at peace. For her, the struggle is over, and I think she would want peace among those who cared for her in life.

Please, discuss your wishes with your family. Let them know what you would want. Have an advance directive.

Easter

Saturday, my Mom had an Easter Egg Hunt for her grandkids, now totaling 8 with another expected in 1 week. It was a little chilly and breezy in the backyard, but the kids all had fun. I suspect that a couple of the eggs might not be found until next Easter.

My sister took this really great picture of my super-cute niece...this is my first try with a picture--hopefully it’ll work right!

Easter 2005 


After the hunt, Grandma handed out Easter candy and gifts to everyone. I was raised in a very strict LDS home and because of that the Easter Bunny always came on Saturday. Sunday was a day to focus on spiritual matters and the magnificent atoning sacrifice of Christ. I, even though I’m a heathen, really like that idea...that you can celebrate secular aspects of a holiday without detracting from the spiritual significance.

We then headed over to my brother’s apartment in Provo for a pizza party and a look at the Zoo Tycoon game he just bought. Unfortunately, he’d left his house keys at my Mom’s, so we stood on the porch (in a totally ghetto neighborhood of Provo—seriously, 2 stabbings since they moved in last October) waiting for the landlord to come with a key. Once inside, we all had a good time, laughing, talking, and keeping the nubbins entertained.

Easter dinner at Mom’s consisted of really gross turkey loaf that she thought she’d try since it was just her, me and a sister. Needless, to say, I had a bowl of cereal, and she won’t be buying that again.

Out like a lamb, my ass

Today it is snowing in Utah. My morning commute, usually a 35-40 minute affair, took a good 90 minutes today. An hour of that was spent crawling for 12 miles.

The *ahem* gentleman in front of me was driving an older model (Trans Am, Corvette, Camaro..I’m not good with cars) and was sliding all over the road. We were stop-and-go and every time he’d go, he’d slide into the other land. Twice, TWICE he bumped into the car in front of him. Seriously, buddy, I’ve got two pieces of advice: 1-it really would be okay to wait until the car in front of you had some distance before you hit the gas, and 2-get off the damn freeway, right now!

FOLLOWING DISTANCE: LEARN IT, LOVE IT, LIVE IT!

To make matters worse, I’m coming down with my 3rd cold this season.

Happy spring thoughts to all the folks with good weather in Buffalo!

50 Book Update

Books I’ve Finished:

In a highly unusual turn of events I like the movie much better than the book. There was quite a bit of highly technical climbing lingo and it was easier to just see the conditions. See the movie, skip the book.
























I’m Currently Reading:





On The List:
10th Grade: A Novel

4th of July

A Thread of Grace : A Novel

Alone

Blood Memory : A Novel

Blowing My Cover: My Life as a CIA Spy

Brooklyn Dreams

The Dancer Upstairs : A Novel

The Day of the Jackal

The Egyptologist: A Novel

Ender's Shadow (Ender)

Factoring Humanity

The Finishing School : A Novel

Gilead: A Novel

Gulag : A History

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (Book 6)

If Grace Is True : Why God Will Save Every Person

In The Shadow of the Ark

Johnny Got His Gun

I Am Charlotte Simmons

The Kills

The Kite Runner

The Known World

Lullaby : A Novel

Moonshadow

My Jim : A Novel

My Life in Orange : Growing Up with the Guru

No Place Like Home : A Novel

The Pacific And Other Stories

Practical Demon Keeping

Prince of Fire

Smashed: Story of a Drunken Girlhood

The Ninth Life of Louis Drax : A Novel

Wigfield : The Can-Do Town That Just May Not

Wolves Eat Dogs

13/50 3637/15000

5 Things

1-Popcorn and hot sauce: tried it, loved it, and now I'm addicted to it. I recommend Tapatio Salsa Picante Hot Sauce...you can find it in Mexican grocery stores...Just sprinkle it on and you’ve got a spicy, buttery, salty, yummy snack. Or if you really, really like spicy, put some in a bowl and dip the popcorn.

2-Note to my body: This is the brain. Just stop. I’m tired of it. We won’t be playing this little game anymore. Got it? Good.

3-My company is big on recognition and they encourage us to nominate co-workers for service awards. I got one yesterday that came with a $50 cash bonus. Huzzah!

4-While Ana’s Grandma was in the hospital I helped out with some of her work stuff. To thank me, she left a 5 lb bag of my favorite candy, Hot Tamales, on my desk. Seriously, this is at least a year’s supply.

5-Rob and Amber are growing on me. I’m starting to like them a little. Shhh, don’t tell anyone.

WTF was that?!

I just left the most embarassing voice mail for someone. I was calling to RSVP about a luncheon on Friday. The actual RSVP went alright...I'll be there, just one, blah, blah, but I was also doing something else and was slightly distracted so when it came time to wrap up the message it went something like this...

"Alright, then..."

Long pause

"Umm, I'll, no, nevermind, just thanks...."

Long pause

Really quietly

"bye"

50 Books Update

I finished reading 102 Minutes by Jim Dwyer & Kevin Flynn over the weekend. It is a minute by minute account of what happened in the World Trade Center between the time the 1st plane hit and the 2nd tower collapsed on September 11th. I was astounded by the small acts of courage and kindness, appalled by the lack of planning and coordination, touched by the accounts of individuals present that day. I knew what time the towers collapsed and particularly near the end I found myself practically yelling, "Run, Run you've only got a few minutes to get out! Get up and run!" It is amazing, mind-blowing to think that small decisions (stop at this diner, go get a paper, stop for a smoke, continue a phone conversation) were the difference between life or death that day. Really a very emotional, inspiring, compelling story. We are amazing creatures. 263 pages


I also watched Voices of Iraq, a documentary made by distributing 150 digital video cameras to Iraqis and letting them pass them around. It was actually very interesting, also very graphic. They had spliced in personal video of Uday Hussein torturing prisoners, mass graves, bombings etc. The part I found most telling was the reaction of people who had been imprisoned under Saddam's regime talking about the Abu Ghraib prisoner abuse scandal. One man said that he wished to be tortured by the Americans. If the world thought having a woman come undress you and play with your penis was considered torture, he would be the first to sign up. Overall, they also seemed impressed that a major, powerful government would apologize for the prisoners mistreatment.

12/50 3465/15000

Condolences

I am sitting here, waiting for traffic to clear out before I head home and my phone rang. Not a number I recognize. I am surprised when the voice turns out to be Ana. I work with her, have great respect for her. She managed to become successful, pulled herself up from poverty to become an example to me, to many in her community. Bi-lingual, Catholic, Mexican. In Utah, she represents the minority. She is strong, opinionated, understanding.

Her Grandmother, 97 years old, died this morning. She was a tiny little woman. Probably only weighted 90 lbs. She was healthy, until a week ago. They just discharged her from the hospital. Recovering, slowly, but recovering they said. "It was peaceful," Ana tells me. She is calm. I am crying.

They are grateful. They took Grandma home to Mexico last summer. She got to visit her birthplace. A small mining town, high in the mountain, deep in a valley. Twisting, turning roads, nearly died driving down. They took her on a cruise last month. She got to see the Caribbean. Grandma joked last week that she prayed she would be healthy for the cruise. After that she didn't care. Maybe she should have been more vague, Grandma joked.

Ana promised she'd be buried in Mexico. Ana always keeps her promises. I think she got that from her Grandma.

Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh!

St. Patrick’s Blessings To You!

My favorite Irish Recipes:

Irish Scones—especially good with clotted cream and strawberry jam
1 Cup white flour
½ tsp baking powder
¼ lb butter
1 egg; slightly beaten
2 oz sugar
Sultanas (white raisins) (Optional)
Walnut halves (Optional)

Mix flour and baking powder. Add butter, blending until mixture in butter-colored. Add sugar and continue to mix well. Add half the beaten egg and all the milk. Add raisins and/or nuts, if desired, mixing well to make sticky dough. Turn dough onto floured board and knead at least 5 minutes. Cut dough into rounds and place on greased baking sheet. Brush tops of scones with remainder of beaten egg. Sprinkle with walnut halves, if desired. Bake at 350 for 15 to 20 minutes or until brown.

Irish Whiskey Cake—this is the simple, shortcut version
1 box white cake mix
1 3oz pkg instant vanilla pudding
1 oz blended whiskey (preferably Bushmills or Locke’s)
4 eggs
1 Cup milk
½ Cup vegetable oil
1 Cup finely chopped walnuts (optional)
2 tsp flour

Topping:
¼ lb butter
¾ Cup sugar
½ Cup whiskey

Combine cake, pudding, whiskey, and eggs. Beat well. Add milk and oil. Toss walnuts with flour and fold into mixture. Pour into greased and floured 10 inch tube (bundt) pan. Bake at 325 for 55 to 60 minutes. Let cool while you prepare glaze.

Heat butter, sugar and ½ Cup whiskey. Pour mixture over cake in pan. Cool in pan for 2 hours. Remove and refrigerate 24 hours. Sprinkle with powdered sugar.

Irish Brown Bread—also good with clotted cream
2 Cups whole wheat flour
2 Cups all purpose flour (plus additional for kneading)
½ Cup toasted wheat germ
2 tsp salt
2 tsp sugar
1 tsp baking soda
½ tsp cream of tartar
½ Cup cold, unsalted butter, cut into cubes
2 Cups buttermilk (well-shaken)

Preheat oven to 400. Butter a 9x2 inch round cake pan.

Whish together flours, wheat germ, salt, sugar, baking soda, and cream of tartar in a large bowl until combined well. Blend butter with a pastry blender until mixture resembles a coarse meal. Make a well in the center and add buttermilk, stirring until a dough forms. Turn out on a floured surface and gently knead, adding just enough flour to keep dough from sticking, until dough is smooth (about 3 minutes).

Transfer dough to cake pan and flatten to fill pan. Cut an X (1/2 inch deep) across top of dough. Bake until loaf is lightly browned and sounds hollow when bottom is tapped (30 to 40 minutes). Cool in pan on rack 10 minutes, then turn out onto rack and cool, right side up, for 1 hour.

The Roof is on Fire

Well, not really the roof, but across the lake is on fire. Driving home last night, I could see the flames. It looked like a gigantic bonfire gone awry. Luckily, the smoke is blowing away from my house.

I am struggling through The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. It is extremely well written (generally a requirement for winning the Pulitzer Prize), but I'm not finding it all that engaging. Has anyone read it? Is it worth it? So, abandoning the struggle, momentarily, I am reading 102 Minutes by Jim Dwer and Kevin Flynn. A minute by minutes reconstruction of what happened inside the World Trade Center between the time the first tower was hit and the last tower fell. So far, I've teared up a couple of times, but not really cried.

5 Things

1-I went to the doctor and the good news is that it is tendinitis. The bad news is that the tendinitis exacerbates the carpal tunnel so I'm wearing a wrist brace nearly 24 hours a day and taking a serious anti-inflammatory.

2-We've been having lovely weather here the past week or two, high 60s--low 70s, very springlike. The last couple of days it has dropped back into the 40s and they are saying snow showers are likely on Thursday. *sniff*

3-This guy enabled comments on his new blog this morning. Do I call him on the theft?

4-Did anyone watch Medium last night? The dead, kidnapper lady freaked me out. I had been watching in my bedroom with the door closed, and I was nervous to open the door and go downstairs. I thought maybe somebody would pop up in front of me.

5-It is 332 days until the opening ceremonies of the Winter Olympics in Torino.

Weekend Stuff

Friday night was pretty low-key, just a late dinner with my sister at one of my favorite restaurants.

(Totally off-subject, but I used to struggle with the spelling of restaurant...was it restaraunt or resteraunt, I could never remember. However, the aforementioned sister went to Snow College which is way off the beaten path in a tiny town called Ephraim (a.k.a. The Land that Smells Like Turkey Shit). Now, to get to the tiny town, you have to drive through several other even smaller towns, one of which is Chester. Chester is in fact, so small that when you drive through it, you should engage in the "Chester Challenge" which is holding your breath from city limit sign to city limit sign. Even those with poor lung capacity can accomplish this quite easily. ANYWAY, the two main attractions in Chester are the big, green bus, which is a big, green, rusting, old school bus of the side of the road---and the "_ _Esta_ _Ant" which at one point in time was a restaurant that has long since been closed down and the letters have fallen off. So, basically, passing the "Esta Ant" several times in the 2 years she went to school there taught me how to spell restaurant. )

Saturday, I spent the entire morning searching for a scene from Alias: Season Two, where Sydney, against orders, travels to Russia to, I don't know, do some spy stuff. The part I wanted to see was her losing the guy tailing her by going into the drug store, buying a whole bunch of stuff (including cow pattern contact paper) and transforming herself into a sorority girl. I love that scene! But, can never remember what episode it's in.

Saturday night I went to a Grizzlies game. The "Grizz" are our local hockey team, and while they are professional, they aren't NHL (I don't know what league they play in). I had a wonderful time with the Grizz winning during a post-overtime shoot-out. I love attending live sporting events, but (with hockey especially) don't really know all the rules. What I do know about hockey: 1-"icing" is a penalty having something to do with the puck going over too many lines, and 2-pulling the goalie is something rarely done, but I love to yell it! What I learned is: 1-"boarding" is a penalty that means you "drove your opponent into the boards" and they have a penalty with the definition of "engaging in fisticuffs or shoving with an opponent". Fisticuffs...you just don't hear that word everyday... Ooh, I also knew about "high sticking" before the game as well.

Sunday, I had dinner with my folks and watched a documentary called Control Room about the Al-Jazeera news network. It was...Compelling, and sickening, and terrifying, and thought provoking, and humbling, and patriotic, and anti-American, and every other emotion under the sun. I had a picture of it being run by crazy, radical Muslims with no education or sense of morality, but came away with a completely different impression. One of the Al-Jazeera producers, Deema Khatib, had some fascinating things to say. She is most compelling in the "deleted scenes" where she talks about "The United States of Arabia". There is also a scene in her car where she is talking about how Arabs leave themselves open for occupation and liberation. She says that since Arabs won't rise up and defend themselves against dictators, it leaves them open for foreigners to come in and "liberate" them. The comment I found most fascinating: she is quoting President Bush saying there is a price to be paid (in human lives), so why don't the Arabs voluntarily pay the price and control their own destiny? Saddam couldn't kill a million voices rising up together. She comments how she goes to work every day and gets all riled up about what she sees, but in the end she goes home, eats dinner, goes to bed and never does anything about it. Methinks this is not just an Arab state of mind. It is a great documentary that I would highly recommend. You can get it on Netflix. (I really, really love Netflix...it's the greatest invention since sliced bread!)

And now, it's Monday. *sigh* Tomorrow I have a doctors appointment for my wrist. I was diagnosed with carpal tunnel 3 years ago, but it wasn't bad enough to really do anything about. I wear a wrist brace at night, but nothing else. Lately my wrist has ached all the time, with an added bonus of numbness, tingling and burning. Unfortunately, a good scenario would be the carpal tunnel has gotten worse and I need surgery. I am really nervous that it might be Rheumatoid Arthritis since I already have autoimmune issues. We'll see tomorrow....

Remember This Guy?

I've mentioned him several times, particularly near the beginning of the blog. He was (is) a bastard (although not the Rat Bastard). Anyway, the last email I sent him clearly stated he was not to steal from me! He had used my ideas/stories/analogies before, but because I was so enamored of him I didn't say anything. When I found out he was using and manipulating me it ended badly with this (written on July 29, 2004):

...Hopefully you got this far before your ego made you stop and either cry in a corner or denounce me in a fit of rage...you are nothing but a liar, a manipulator and most of all a coward...You can consider it finished, but let me be clear; it is only because I say it's time to stop.

...or maybe it's because you said Thanks. Am I welcome to continue
participating on your blog?

Love and kisses,
Caoimhe

p.s. Should you use any of the ideas presented in previous emails, I expect full and proper credit.

So, today, reading his blog...some friends and I enjoy laughing/pointing/mocking because now that we know who and what he is, he just seems pathetic...I saw this:

One thing that is difficult about writing is communicating tone. You ever write sometime to someone and then when they talk to you about it they got it completely wrong as compared to how you meant it? I think people read with their own set of ideas and emotions, and project those onto what you wrote. If you are talking to someone you can hear their voice and understand better. If you are with someone and talking to them even better. You can tell when the ideas are getting misunderstood and you can go back and get them right... You can't predict how people will interpret the tone of what they read...

And I sat there, open-mouthed because on April 4, 2004 I wrote this to him:

Email is a hard way to really get to know someone. You can't hear or see how they say things. Hearing their tone of voice, the inflection and emphasis they put on certain words helps me understand who they are and where they're coming from. It makes it much easier to interpret what is really being said. For instance, it would be very unlikely that you read these words the same way I would say them and vice versa.

Dude, you are one sorry ass dude that can't come up with an original thought to save your sad little life, aren't you?

A Letter to my HOA

I realize that when I built this house it was in a covenanted community, and I appreciate the responsibility that comes with that. However, calling a meeting of the community and giving me less than a day's notice is pretty unprofessional.

Also, I don't think we need to hire a professional property management firm to handle our small subdivision. Remember, this is a community of starter homes with not a lot of discretionary income. What we need from those of you that ran for office and were elected to step up and take some responsibility. The only expenses the community really has are our common area maintenance and spraying for midges during the summer. I KNOW you can find a kid in the neighborhood to mow the common area lawns and the sprinklers are all on timers, so aside from the occasional repair, where are the fees you want me to pay going?

I'll tell you what we don't need! We don't need a professional company driving around the neighborhood armed with rulers and a vegetation guide book measuring the length of my lawn or naming the types of weeds in my backyard. We don't need them writing nasty letters, filing liens on private property and worst of all hiring lawyers to write nasty letters and file liens. How about instead, you focus on the drug addicts, barking dogs, loud music, and other legitimate problems. Huh? Too tough for you. The CC&R’s prohibit those things too, but you don’t seem to hip on tackling those problems. Maybe your “professionals” will handle it.

Sincerely,
Up your ass, you lazy bastards!

Yeah, I hate HOA’s. Then tend toward being police states.

5 Things

1- I need a new shower head, mine is starting to leak.

2- Does anyone know of a really good zit cream? I get about 1 pimple every 3 months (it is totally hormonal), but this one seems to have taken over my chin. I’ve been using some OTC stuff, but all it did was really dry out and irritate my skin. So now, I have both a pimple and what looks like a cold sore, but is really a chemical burn.

3- Speaking of chemical burns, I can’t believe I forgot to mention the toxic spill/leak that was practically in my backyard Sunday. Apparently the metal started to bubble and degrade to the point where one of the hazmat officials stuck a ballpoint pen through the metal into the car.

4- Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper, meh, it’s okay, but not all that fantastic.

5- Ditto Cinnamon Roll Pop Tarts

Rat Bastard, Books, and Birthday Cake

I know you are all dying to hear the update on the Rat Bastard and the mysterious birthday gift. I actually went to dinner with him last Monday. We talked, we laughed, we kissed (a little) and he gave me a beautiful, stunning, absolutely gorgeous, framed photograph he had taken of an Aspen grove in the Alpine Loop.

The thing about the Rat Bastard, he and I spent 3 years together...on and off, together, more accurately...and when it was good, it was really, really good. When it was bad, it was, unfortunately, really, really bad, but being with him is still comfortable. We can still talk about almost anything, and we still know a lot of the same people, but he and I...yeah, it’ll never work out. So, all in all I felt pretty okay about the meeting. It’s fun to get together, but the intensity of our (or at least my) feelings have drained away. And the photo is seriously amazing.

I finished Getting Away with Murder: The True Story of the Emmett Till Case by Chris Crowe over the weekend. As you may remember, I read Crowe’s Mississippi Trial, 1955 which also revolves around the Emmett Till murder. This is the actual historical account, complete with pictures of the murderers, Emmett Till (including a grisly open casket photo published in Jet magazine), and other places and participants in the trial. The murder of this 14-year old child and the acquittal of his murderers was hailed as “the last straw” of inequality leading up to the Civil Rights Movement. Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat about a month later. This book was horrifying, painful and sickening. It was a shameful time in American history that should be acknowledged.

As I often do when reading something like this, I thought, “What would I have done? If I had been raised in the South during this time, would I think I was better than them? Would I have participated in the oppression? Would I have been a proponent of Civil Rights and desegregation? Or would I have steadfastly resisted the attack on the southern way of life?” I don’t know. I’d like to think I wouldn’t have participated in such horrors. I’d like to think that I wouldn’t have sat passively by while racism allowed the killing of children, but damn, I just don’t know.

Elsewhere, this weekend, I got my oil changed and my tires rebalanced. The imbalance was causing my car to vibrate violently when I drove over 60mph and while some might think this was enjoyable...it was really, really annoying after the first day or so. They also told me that in the next 5000 miles I’ll need to replace my 2 rear tires. It never ends, does it?

We also found out that a dear neighbor of my parents (he and his wife moved to Arizona about a month ago) passed away Saturday morning. While he hadn’t been in great health for a while, his death was unexpected. My condolences to his family.

My cousin is expecting the end of September. Congratulations, Becky and Ken.

And finally, my niece, Kenna-bug, celebrated her 3rd birthday. She had a Princess cake with ribbons and balloons and chocolate-caramel ice cream. Her mother also crocheted a beautiful blanket for her. I pointed out that my birthday is in November, so she better start working on mine! Kenna had a pretty serious run-in with a hot stove a couple of weeks ago. Second degree burns all over her hand, so it is all bandaged up and she claims it still hurts, but is getting better. She told me that she had to go to the hospital, but the doctors were nice...they gave her OINT-ment.


11/50 3202/15000

The Amazing Race

So, last night was the premier of The Amazing Race 7. I know you are all aware of how I feel about this show, but last season—really sucked! I hate to be too optimistic, but maybe, just maybe the show I really love is on its way back.

After enduring an extremely painful Season 6, filled with the fun, cheerful, nice people being “philiminated” early on, we were left with Asshat, KKKendra, Hornio, and uber-whiny can’t do anything, but won't shut up even for a second bitch! My show was broken!

So, this season has a whole new crop of racers (teams of 2 who have a pre-existing relationship) most of whom, I could really love....or love to hate.

They are (in order of liking, thus far...this is totally subject to change):

Brian & Greg, brothers
They seem to very laid back and aware this is a race, but not life or death. They seem to have a good sense of humor about themselves and the world in general.

Ryan & Chuck, best friends
Hillbilly-types from South Carolina. They were freaking hilarious, but sadly Philiminated 1st. *sniff*

Susan & Patrick, mother and son
First ever Mother/Son racers on TAR. It will be interesting to see how their relationship dynamic changes. I think Mom might succumb to Killer Fatigue in the later stages of the Race...also, quit plotting against Rob & Amber that never works!

Meredith & Gretchen, married
They’re old. I dig old people who can race.

Ron & Kelly, dating/engaged/I’m not sure
Ron was a POW in Operation Iraqi Freedom and Kelly is a former Miss South Carolina. Anybody who will fight for this country ranks pretty high. (At least until I get to know them better.)

Debbie & Bianca, roommates
But maybe lesbians...there was a lot of kissing and I love you’s with this team last night. I have good friends, but have never kissed them on the mouth. I’m just saying.....
At the same time, I love have a super-competitive, tough-as-nails, all-girl team to rock the race.

Uchenna & Joyce, married
They’ve fallen on hard times lately (he worked for Enron, she for WorldCom...worst career choices ever!), and have made very little of an impression on me, yet. However, they’re not the worst of them, so I’ve ranked them kind of in the middle.

Ray & Deana, kind of dating every once in a while
He reminds me (a little, *shudder*) of Asshat from last year. My way or the highway, do what I tell you, suck it up, a tad on the abusive side, Yuck!

Rob & Amber, Survivor All-stars and Lynn & Alex, boyfriends
I can’t decide which team I despise more at this point. Rob and Amber I dislike after watching them famewhore it up for 2 go-arounds each on Survivor, and the boyfriends are acting (yes, I believe they’re hamming it up for the cameras) the stereotypical gays from West Hollywood. Calm down, boys, I’m serious.

Megan & Heidi, best friends
Dumb blondes. Seriously, they nearly killed themselves and their camera crew/sound guy in a car accident last night. Please, please get rid of them next.

All in all I am ready to be Amazed.


Also I finished Sandra Cisneros’ A House on Mango Street. Loved it. Loved it. Loved. It. 110 pages

10/50 3081/15000