Train Wreck

I am a big fan of reality TV...at night when the kids are settled in I really do become a pretty big TV junkie.  Thank God for DVR.  However; last night was the finale of the Bachelor.  I have been watching this show for 6 weeks, and am completely addicted to it.  I even convinced Dave to watch the last show and the "After the Rose" show with me.  Granted, I find the show to be a bit degrading, and often wonder how on earth could this really work, but none the less it provides solid entertainment to me every Monday night.  I was Team Emily from the beginning.  I suppose it has something to do with her story, but she appeared to be genuine unlike the rest of the chics.  I think the guy is a tool, but hey, I am not the one on the show so what do I care?!?  At the proposal last night, I just love the song by Train.  I had heard this song when I first bought the CD for "Hey Soul Sister"...you know the song B will break out during Mass most Sundays.  And I always told Dave if I got married again (as if he wouldn't kill me first), this song would be in my next wedding.  I mean really, whats a life without multiple weddings?!?  So, as great as I suppose the proposal was...the song was better. 

Then the follow on show comes on.  And I watched a train wreck unfold before me.  I had such high hopes for these people, really I don't know why I had high hopes as their life has no impact on mine, but I did.  I believe in happy endings.  Although they say they are still engaged they truly need therapy.  They are both freaking CRAZY.  As I was watching all of this unfold, it felt as though I was watching a train wreck.  I was disgusted and didn't want to watch it any longer, but then I just couldn't stop.  Of course during all of this, I have Dave laughing and saying "This dumb ass deserves this."  Clearly, Dave Hart is not a fan of the Bachelor, but I think in his mind if he watches it then that gives him points, and we all know what he "thinks" will happen when he feels like cashing the points in.   Needless to say, after the show was over I realized there were 6 weeks of my life I would never get back.  I suppose for lent I should have given up reality shows instead of chocolate.  In this case, the chocolate would have been much more satisfying in the end.

Speaking of lent, we did a "lent" check yesterday to make sure that we were all still on track.  So far, I have stayed away from the chocolate.  It hasn't been as difficult as I thought it would be.  However; I have realized we have entirely too much in the house.  Dave hasn't had a Red Bull.  Which is impressive considering he was in the field this past weekend with minimal sleep.  M is good with the Cheetos, and B informed us last week that he isn't going to say bad words, ie...shut up or shut your mouth.  I pointed out I heard him say shut up last night to M, but he informed me he told JC (yes, we refer to Jesus as JC) that he was sorry and they were "good".  That kid cracks me up.