Anywho...so we'll start with the Biggest Loser. I would like to point out that while watching the Biggest Loser I also managed to bathe the dog and make dinner all the while flipping to DWTS during commercial breaks in hopes that Debi Mazar or Aaron Carter would be the ones to get the boot this week. No such luck...nonetheless we consumed our tacos and guacamole while watching Tracey who, let's call a spade a spade, has a little crazy in 'er, screw over her sweet partner Coach Mo and all of her "friends". But y'all know I totally cried when Coach Mo was the last one to head up the ramp with his weight and all of his peers walked with him up that ramp to cross the finish line with him. Oh man...I think I might have a serious hormonal imbalance. And then, I was so sad to see Antoine and Sean go. You know I cried for the second time when they were so self sacrificing and asked the others to vote to send them home so Shay could stay at the ranch.After all the waterworks I flipped over just in time to see Kathi Ireland go home on DWTS. Kind of a shock if you ask me. Next on the list was the Hills. Oh gosh...here we go. I have been faithful since the beginning. I was a Laguna Beach fan, then I was all Team LC and loved watching her grow into her own and mature from LC to Lauren in her quest for fashion fame. Unfortunately, I am not a fan of Kristin Cavallari and Speidi makes me nauseous. I don't dislike Audrina but at the same token she is fairly un-entertaining, so I think I might be done with the Hills. Now the City...ok, last year when the City started I didn't think it was that great. I watched the entire season, but thought it was kind of lackluster. I think season 2 is coming on pretty strong. I like that Olivia is going to be working for Elle now and might get taken down a notch and I love the professional relationship between Kelly Cutrone and Whitney. I'm so glad Whitney has Kelly on her side and it will be interesting to see what happens with her designs.
The final show in my insane Tuesday night arsenal was Flipping out on Bravo. Oh Jeff...Jeff, Jeff, Jeff. How do you sleep at night? That guy cracks me up. He is unlike anything I've ever seen. And I think that's why we keep watching it. Dave loves it too....it's just a fact.
I would say that I need to get my Tuesday night's in check, but I think with bathing the dog, making dinner, cleaning the kitchen, showering/washing my hair/drying my hair, and putting out my new pumpkins I was pretty effective at multi-tasking. And we all know I'll gain 30 minutes of my life back from 9:00-9:30 next Tuesday night. If the going gets tough good thing the tough's got TiVo!
So do you guys have any "athletic activities" you engage in during your commute?



Dave's grandfather is very talented and has made a ton of fabulous furniture. The table I have been using for quite some time was made by him. Well, I noticed the last time I was at my in-laws that they had another table just like the one I was using in their storage room ready for a good home. So I decided that maybe we could finally have a matching set! This weekend, Dave went hunting and would be passing through his hometown so I sent him with the duty of picking up our new furniture. Yesterday, armed with 4 cans of spray paint I went to work....


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He'll sleep right in between Dave and I and sometimes I find myself waking up in the middle of the night with no covers and sleeping on an inch of the edge of the bed only to look over and see that Rookie has completely dominated and is in my spot. Last night was no exception. I had taken him out for about a 2 mile walk and he was just exhausted. We got ready for bed and when I walked in the bedroom he was laying on my side, with the covers over him and his head on the pillow. I got in bed and literally pushed him out of the way and he was none too thrilled. He laid right next to me in between Dave and I and rolled over so we could pet his stomach. When Dave leaned over to kiss me goodnight I guess he was cramping Rookie's style because he let out a low growl. I guess he was just lettin' us know who's boss.



