For the LOVE!

Somebody, anybody... please explain this to me!

I have come to the conclusion that I shouldn't be allowed to watch reality TV shows (mostly the 'find your true love in 3 weeks!' ones) because all they do is turn me into a horribly judgmental person. And it's completely justified because I swear I am not choosing to judge these people... they are 100% asking for it! The Cougar? Hello trashy. Dating in the dark? Sorry but when the lights finally come on, those people are typically just as superficial as the next guy. How about the new More To Love plus-sized Bachelor show? It's like they thought "Hey we've tried everything else in the book, why wouldn't we exploit the heavy girls?!" The real question is, why didn't they have some average and plus sized women on all the previous Bachelor shows? Isn't it more 'realistic' if not every single woman is a size 2? Or how about the not so popular I'm a Celebrity, Get me Out of Here! Now THAT was such a joke of a show that John and I watched almost every episode just because we couldn't believe how stupid it was. Truly. It's just so funny/sad/embarrassing/ridiculous/ to me that entertainment has really come down to this!

The truth is that I only watched the very first episode of "The Bachelorette", and then I watched about 6 minutes of the finale. And all I can really think is... HUH?? Are these people for real?? I'm pretty sure I was more truly in love with my first grade boyfriend than these people are with each other. To each his own, I suppose.

Kenny Chesney, you adorable little cowboy.

Last week John and I went on a hot date with Scott and Heather to the Kenny Chesney concert.

And we had pretty crappy ($25) tickets. But it's not like that really matters because Kenny Chesney rocks no matter where you're sitting.

But during Miranda Lambert we were a little sick of sitting in the smoldering sun and went walking around to find a few minutes of shade. (Heather and I missed the memo that in order to fit in with the crowd you're supposed to wear the shortest jean skirt you can find, with a tiny little tank top and extra push-up bra along with cowgirl boots... pretty classy Utah!) Anyway, we then discovered a row of empty seats in the shade, QUITE close to the stage. A significant amount closer to the stage than our original seats. We figured we would get asked to move before too long, but we sat there anyway to enjoy it while we could. And guess what? Nobody ever came to ask us to move or claim the seats! So we had great seats for the whole concert! Beautiful luck. It was awesome. He even sang every single song I was hoping for and surprised us all with the classic "Me and You", which may or may not have made me a little teary.

She runs. Or jogs. Or sorta walks with little bits of jogging inbetween.

Has there ever been a better way of motivation than to tell people you are going to do something? Because if people know you are planning to do it, you basically have to do it right?

Well... Here I am.

And this is my statement to you, world: This was me last night.

It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't pretty, either. So I'm making the official statement to you myself right now that by the end of 2009, I will run (jog, crawl, whatever) a 5k.