So last night I watched the new season of The Biggest Loser: Couples. There were three things that stood out to me.
First, we finally found out that the thing strapped to the contestants arms is called a Body Bugg. I remember seeing alot about Jell-O and Brita last season, but this is the first mention I’ve seen of this device. Supposedly it measures your caloric burn. I’m curious just how well it actually works.
Secondly, the ambulance that supposedly drove away over the grass was fake. It was definitely a Hollywooded ambulance, because it had absolutely no writing on the side or the back. Additionally, we’re not going to drive over grass when there is a perfectly good road. Really… sell the drama if you want but try to make it realistic at least.
Finally, they have a “couple” on there of former models from Miami in the Green Team of Tara Costa and Laura Denoux (pictured on the right). So of course, there was drama of Tara puking on the treadmill. These are former models after all, so this is to be expected. The best part was Jillian‘s answer: Toughen up cupcake. Classic.
It’s going to be a good season.
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Today, January 6, is the Western Christian celebration of the Epiphany… also known as Little Christmas or Three Kings Day. It is the day of celebration when the Wise Men (or Magi depending on the interpretation) come upon the infant Joshua (or Jesus if you are a bible beating literalistic) in the manger, and gift upon him gold, frankincense, and mir.
This is the official end of the Christmas Season. Can I get an amen?
The next big event, at least for those of us in the United States, will be the inauguration of Barack Obama as President of the United States in a mere 14 days. The inauguration is apparently more enthralling than the luring soft glow of electric sex in the window. I keep hearing about these insane amounts being paid for rooms, views, and tickets to balls. $5k, $10k, and $100k are all being thrown out there. So now I have to ask… just exactly WHO is able to pay those prices?
Is it Ford, Chrysler, or General Motors? Is it the AIG Executives? The Saudis? Who can afford those types of prices?
I know who can’t. The average American. Not even the baby Joshua would be able to afford it given the current prices of gold, frankincense, and mir! That’s who can’t afford that type of price. Now THAT’S an epiphany.
Yeah… change… any day now… any day…
Every year… there is this race to wish people Happy New Year first. This year I decided I wanted to be novel… and be last with this little compilation video of what I actually did New Year’s Eve…
To make the celebration of the New Year complete… I have a post at Cereal Wednesday about all of the 2009 Upgrades the blog has been through. So be sure to check that out… and don’t forget to subscribe… or you may be missing out on some good stuff.
Don’t worry… tomorrow we’ll just keep on driveling like it’s 2005.
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I seriously wanna get these two together.
First is this child’s essay borrowed from Pat:
Then, Poppy pointed out this wonderful FAIL Blog provided this product testimonial for Promiscuous Zesty Boots from a parent:
Hores Guy + Promiscuous Girl = Match Made By Dawg
I should totally become an internet matchmaker. I haz skillz.
I really wonder about these things sometimes…
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You Are a Bengal Cat |
 You look wild, but deep down, you’re really quite sweet. You are curious about the world around you, and you love to explore. You liked to swim and climb trees as a kid… and probably still do! You are confident and energetic. You are ready to take on the world. |
See that last line in there… really??? Definitely not me. I’ll give this a 75% accuracy rating give or take 25%.
In other Putty Tat news… it seems that Ripley has learned a new trick. Whenever I scoot her onto the top of the fridge from when she has sunk her claws into me while holding her… she now turns, mews, and swipes at my head so I can come back and hold her some more. Claws and all.
Yeah.
I’m her favorite.
(But ssssshhhhh… don’t tell Poppy)
