My Reality

The weekend passed without too much fanfare, which sometimes is a good feeling. Lots of chores at home including piles of laundry in preparation for my vacation. Not that I plan on taking a lot of things, but I want to return to a closet full of clean clothes, a tidy house and a freshly washed comforter.

This means before Thursday I'll have to set foot in a laundry mat. I feel the dread. It's supposed to rain tomorrow, so hopefully that will help me motivate.

I made homemade and healthy carrot cake cupcakes this weekend. Went and sat on the roof of Memphis Smoke and had a beer in the sunshine, tried to watch this movie, "This Property is Condemned," but alas, I couldn't get into it.

Went to Victoria Secret where I bought both a bra and undies for a reasonable almost normal price due to my coupon and the fact it was the semi-annual sale time.

Chatted with a friend who moved away. And I mentioned I was going to Seattle in a few days. To which she replies: "Oh, did you get a good sale on the airfare?" She always assumes, the only way I can do anything is if it is on sale. I did in fact, get a decent airfare, but I'm going because I want to see my friend that moved there.

She has always been unduly judgemental, especially considering her parents just bought her a condo. Ah well. That's why we aren't that close anymore.

Watched an episode of my new guilty pleasure, Tori and Dean in Hollywood. Yes, it's a show about Tori Spelling and her family.

And you know what? I think it's really good. She isn't bitchy or stupid. She seems pretty normal and most of it, is her doing normal things. And she's funny. But since she is a celebrity, occasionally you see her doing events or TV shows, and that just makes it fun. Because really?

In my opinion, a reality show should be an escape from my normal life. And I don't think I'll be having my own reality show anytime soon.

What would that consist of? Oh look, there's Kelly on a date. I'm cringing for her. Oh man. She got stood up. Now we'll all watch her sit on the couch or in her backyard and read. Look at that, now she's making lunch. There she is doing laundry. Why is she eating standing at the kitchen sink? Let's follow her to the gym. No wait, it sure is boring to watch her wait to get on the damn weight machine.

There she is at work. Why is she just typing all day? I thought advertising was glamorous like it is on Mad Men.

If only people, if only.