The Amazing Race is the only show that I watch religiously. Every Tuesday at 9:00 PM you will find Rebecca and I sharing the couch and cheering on our favorite team. We actually started the application process for the next season, but my conflicting summer plans and our parent's unwillingness to be the 3rd & 4th members of our team (something new they are doing next season) but a damper on it. One day we will be on the show and we feel that the devotion now is just research.
Last night was a special 2-hour episode and it proved to be exciting until the very end.
Ray and Deana were the last to make it to the checkpoint and got kicked off. This is very good since we hated them. They were mean to each other and Ray kept saying mean things about the old couple, who we like.
Greg and Brian came in sixth. They had a great comeback after flipping their jeep and falling far behind. We like them for 3 reasons: 1. They are siblings, 2. They are hot, and 3. Greg graduated from Auburn.
Gretchen and Meredith were 5th at the end of the show. Wow. What an amazing comeback since they started the last leg with only their passports and the clothes on their backs. Though they aren't as great as past seasons old couples, they get an automatic thumbs up from us because they are old. It is amazing that they have made it this far.
Lynn and Alex- 4th I am kind of ambivalent about this team. Rebecca doesn't like them but hates other teams more.
Uchenna and Joyce- 3rd. This team is our favorite. They laugh with one another and are nice to others. Plus, we feel that they could benefit the most from the money.
Rob & Amber- HATE THEM. Seriously hate them. These two have already made money on Survivor and they are just jerks. Last night they are the only team that didn't stop to ask the brothers if they were okay after the wreck. Somehow they keep managing to squeeze into the top 3 teams. I am okay with any of the other teams winning as long as it is not Rob and Amber.
Ron & Kelly- 1st. I like this team because Ron is local and a war hero (though he talks about it too much). I could do without Kelly.
Every time the team has to pick one person to perform a task, Rebecca and I choose who would do it. Keep in mind that one person can only perform 6 of these roadblocks over the course of the season. So far, this is how we stand:
Shoe Shining on the streets in Peru- Rebecca
Eating all of that nasty meat- Beth
Riding the horses- Rebecca
Shopping for orphans- Rebecca
Learning to throw the spear with the half naked African tribal guys- Beth
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Nasty
Rebecca told me about this last night but I didn't believe her
http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/03/24/chili.finger.reut/
gross
http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/03/24/chili.finger.reut/
gross
Monday, March 28, 2005
An Easter Like None Other
For years, I have been looking forward to turning 28. I really don't know why. Even according to my penchant for odd numbers, 28 should be bad. (And 27 should have been great since it is 3 cubed.) But I have always just known that 28 would be good.
This weekend was not only an Easter celebration for our family. It was also the celebration of Rebecca's and my birthdays. (Rebecca's was a little over 2 weeks ago and mine is in 6 days.) I think that the joint birthday deal is a bit of a cop out on the part of my parents, but we don't mind. (Especially now that we are grown- I mean, really there is no reason that they would need to throw us a birthday party at all.) So last night, we all went over to my grandmother's house, had our favorite dinner, some cake and a mountain of presents.
But I think that the best part of the weekend was yesterday morning. Don't get me wrong- I LOVE my gifts (especially the iPod) but yesterday morning was a treat. While most of my friends were sitting in a packed church listening to a sermon and mothers across the country were trying to coax their little darlings into frilly dresses and miniature suits, I was learning how to drive to bushhog.
Bushhogging is the equivalent to mowing the yard, except you use a tractor and you can run over bigger things, mainly tree saplings. Daddy taught Rebecca how to drive the tractor a few years ago, but she only got to drive around the field a couple of times. This past week, he got a new safer tractor- one with a roll bar and automatic shutoff. So I now know how to drive a tractor! I am so proud. But I am a little suspicious that it is trick- like when we begged for a year and a half to learn how to drive the lawnmower only to learn and then be asked to mow the yard all summer.
Regardless, my birthday is not for another 6 days, but if this past weekend is any indication, 28 is going to be great.
This weekend was not only an Easter celebration for our family. It was also the celebration of Rebecca's and my birthdays. (Rebecca's was a little over 2 weeks ago and mine is in 6 days.) I think that the joint birthday deal is a bit of a cop out on the part of my parents, but we don't mind. (Especially now that we are grown- I mean, really there is no reason that they would need to throw us a birthday party at all.) So last night, we all went over to my grandmother's house, had our favorite dinner, some cake and a mountain of presents.
But I think that the best part of the weekend was yesterday morning. Don't get me wrong- I LOVE my gifts (especially the iPod) but yesterday morning was a treat. While most of my friends were sitting in a packed church listening to a sermon and mothers across the country were trying to coax their little darlings into frilly dresses and miniature suits, I was learning how to drive to bushhog.
Bushhogging is the equivalent to mowing the yard, except you use a tractor and you can run over bigger things, mainly tree saplings. Daddy taught Rebecca how to drive the tractor a few years ago, but she only got to drive around the field a couple of times. This past week, he got a new safer tractor- one with a roll bar and automatic shutoff. So I now know how to drive a tractor! I am so proud. But I am a little suspicious that it is trick- like when we begged for a year and a half to learn how to drive the lawnmower only to learn and then be asked to mow the yard all summer.
Regardless, my birthday is not for another 6 days, but if this past weekend is any indication, 28 is going to be great.
Friday, March 25, 2005
Home Sweet Home
I came home today. Home Home.
I love coming home. I have friends who relentlessly make fun of the fact that I love my small town upbringing and that I would seriously consider moving back if I weren't single. Of course, if they had my family, I think that they would love this place too.
Instead of driving down the interstate, I did one of my all time favorite things- I just drove back roads in the direction that I knew should be home and I let my instincts guide me. I knew my internal homing device would not fail me.
As I am getting out of my car, I hear Melissa, freshly home for spring break, yelling "Beth's home." Momma came to the door to greet me, but as I hugged her I looked over her shoulder and saw daddy with the shotgun.
Shotguns are reserved for Thanksgiving and Christmas holiday target practice. We were all required to learn how to shoot by aiming at beach balls across the yard or at mistletoe up in a tree. (I joke not.)
Apparently tonight, two neighborhood dogs followed momma home on her walk. My parents don't need another dog; the two they have are needy enough. But anyone else would have just waited until for the dogs to leave, which I am sure they would have. These two poor mutts had the bad misfortune of coming home on a day that daddy was feeling trigger happy. He was almost giddy as he raced from the back porch to the front door firing shots into the cool of sunset. I have never seen two dogs take off faster.
Rebecca is bring her boyfriend Bobby home on Sunday. I just hope that Momma remembers to hide the shotguns from daddy.
I love coming home. I have friends who relentlessly make fun of the fact that I love my small town upbringing and that I would seriously consider moving back if I weren't single. Of course, if they had my family, I think that they would love this place too.
Instead of driving down the interstate, I did one of my all time favorite things- I just drove back roads in the direction that I knew should be home and I let my instincts guide me. I knew my internal homing device would not fail me.
As I am getting out of my car, I hear Melissa, freshly home for spring break, yelling "Beth's home." Momma came to the door to greet me, but as I hugged her I looked over her shoulder and saw daddy with the shotgun.
Shotguns are reserved for Thanksgiving and Christmas holiday target practice. We were all required to learn how to shoot by aiming at beach balls across the yard or at mistletoe up in a tree. (I joke not.)
Apparently tonight, two neighborhood dogs followed momma home on her walk. My parents don't need another dog; the two they have are needy enough. But anyone else would have just waited until for the dogs to leave, which I am sure they would have. These two poor mutts had the bad misfortune of coming home on a day that daddy was feeling trigger happy. He was almost giddy as he raced from the back porch to the front door firing shots into the cool of sunset. I have never seen two dogs take off faster.
Rebecca is bring her boyfriend Bobby home on Sunday. I just hope that Momma remembers to hide the shotguns from daddy.
I gave in
I have been thinking about blogging for a while now. And every time, I decide that I don't have the time and I really don't know that I want random strangers reading what I have to say. Of course, I do a daily check of 6 different blogs. Of those 6, I can only add a face to 3. It's not that I don't have a healthy self esteem, I am just not sure that what I have to say is all that important to anyone other than me.
But last night, Rebecca told me that I was not funny. Ouch. Our family places high value on funny. In short, she said that she didn't think I could handle a blog because no one would care to read it.
I am giving in. I am picking up the challenge and posting for the first time. Maybe Rebecca is right; maybe she is funnier. Melissa is definitely the angriest. But I think that I can handle a little sibling rivalry. Bring it on Becs.
But last night, Rebecca told me that I was not funny. Ouch. Our family places high value on funny. In short, she said that she didn't think I could handle a blog because no one would care to read it.
I am giving in. I am picking up the challenge and posting for the first time. Maybe Rebecca is right; maybe she is funnier. Melissa is definitely the angriest. But I think that I can handle a little sibling rivalry. Bring it on Becs.
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