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Fred and I watched The Biggest Loser last night (it was on Tuesday night, but we can hardly stand to watch real-time TV unless we’re desperate, so we DVR’d it). When it was over, we debated whether we wanted to keep watching it, and decided to watch one more episode of it, and decide from there. There were things that happened that left a bad taste in my mouth – for instance at the beginning, when they did the initial weigh-in, there was no reason on god’s green earth that they needed to put their bathing suits on. It was humiliating for them and the only point seemed to be “Oh, look! Look at the FAT people!” You’ll notice that they weren’t wearing bathing suits for the weigh-in at the end.
The temptation room (or whatever they called it), where there was a refrigerator under each of their names with their favorite foods in it was unnecessary. Fred tried to defend it, saying “You come across temptations like that in real life!”, but I pointed out that “We don’t keep the crappy food we’re tempted by available 24 hours a day in our own house.” It’s a gimmick, so that when someone cracks and runs for their favorite food, the cameras can play the dun-dun-dun music while someone stuffs their face.
What I really didn’t like is how overboard the trainers went when it was the day before weigh-in. Did I hear right? Did some of those people exercise for FIVE HOURS? That just doesn’t seem healthy.
What seemed the most unhealthy – downright dangerous – is that three people lost around 20 pounds in one week. Now, granted that a good part of that is simple water weight, but 20 pounds? In one week? Not healthy. Someone’s going to end up collapsing, mark my word.
Also, is it just me, or are hosts becoming more and more unnecessary? Caroline Rhea was there just to pop up and say “Come weigh!” or “Your trainers will be here tomorrow!” I think the trainers could have served perfectly well as hosts.
I don’t know – like I said, we’re going to give it another try, and we’ll see whether we decide it’s worth continuing to watch.
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I watched
A Cinderella Story with Hilary Duff yesterday. (Shaddup) I sure do like that cute little Hilary Duff, but why do the female leads always end up with the boring and bland Prince Charmings? She’d’ve been better off with her cute little
best friend.
All in all, not a horrible movie. In fact, I’d probably stop and watch it again if I was flipping channels and it happened to be on.
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I had my hair cut and colored Tuesday morning, and for the first time ever when I walked into the salon and sat down and looked at myself under those bright lights, I didn’t take one look at my hair and cringe. I don’t wash my hair the morning I have it cut and colored, because what would be the point of that? It’s going to get washed after it’s done being colored, and washing it beforehand would be like scrubbing the floor before the cleaning lady gets there to clean, right?
Anyway, Monday morning after I got out of the shower I just happened to put some cheap styling product in my hair and blew it dry, because it’s starting to get cold around here and walking around with a wet head is a surefire way to end up piled under six blankets on the couch, shivering, while bitching about how cold I am.
Come Tuesday morning I rolled out of bed, put my hair up, took my shower, then brushed my hair when I got out of the shower, and it looked just fine.
I get so bored blow-drying my hair, though. Sometimes I bring a book into the bathroom while I’m blow-drying, but it’s hard to hold the blow-dryer, wield a brush to style the hair, and try to read all at the same time. I need to win the lottery so I can hire someone to come to my house every day and style my hair while I read.
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So, I’ve started doing this very annoying (to me) thing. Back when Things I Hate About You first started and they showed the show with
Renee and Patrick (still far and away our favorite couple), there was this part where Renee was singing to her dog Samson, and the song went “Sammy-Sam! Sammy-Sam! Hot-diggity-dog, it’s Sammy-Sam!”
Then recently we were watching
Extreme Makeover and that adorable Sam Saboura came on, and out of the frickin’ blue, Fred sang “Sammy-Sam! Sammy-Sam!” and that little song lodged itself in my brain and I can
not make it go away. I sing it to everyone and everything. “Freddy-Fred! Freddy-Fred!” I sang the other night. “Stumpy-Stump! Stumpy-Stump!” I sang to Meester Boogers (I also sang “Booger-Butt! Booger-Butt! Hot-diggity-dog, it’s Booger-Butt!” to him). “Pooty-Poo! Pooty-Poo! Hot-diggity-cat, it’s Pooty-Poo!”
You get the idea.
It’s driving me out of my fucking mind, because it’s up there zinging around, and I just know that one of these days I’m going to start singing it at an inappropriate time. “Afterglow! Afterglow! Hot-diggity-dog, it’s afterglow!”
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Hey, did you know that the cheese-alicious
The Swan is coming back next week? You know I’ll be there, ’cause I’m a sucker for a makeover show!
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Pet store kitty pics from Monday are
here.
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“Heddo!”
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