Running With Scissors

Let the fun begin!

It is now officially summer -- Big Brother starts in T-29 minutes here on the West Coast.  I know this is supposed to be my SECRET shame, but I'm tired of hiding my tacky true self (I don't think I was doing that great of a job of it anyway).  I'm sorry for the lack of blog posts, real life managed to intrude on my leisure time this week.  Stay tuned for upcoming posts on my mom (she's doing great) and the runaway breast prosthesis, 4th of July fireworks, knitting (woo-hoo!), a variety of rants, and of course, Big Brother (Karen, Wendi, and Beth -- I know you're watching right along with me). 

My Secret Shame -- Revealed!

I cleaned out the garage today.  No, that's not my secret shame.  But it does explain why I haven't been blogging much.  My life is just so filled with excitement it's hard to write about.  I did make one fabulous discovery -- Chance's beloved Harry Potter toy.  It was buried amid all the hockey stuff, and golf stuff, and college stuff (Sense a theme here?  Yes you do, and it's name is "Casey, my room is clean because I trashed the rest of the house, Adams")  Harry's been missing for a couple weeks and I figured it was gone for good.  Here's a pic of the happily reunited couple.  Now sing along with me, "Reunited and it feels so good . . ."

The garage cleaning is just the price I must pay to indulge in my secret shame.  Yep, a couple of hours of garage cleaning enables me to sneak up to my office and watch a half hour of (insert ominous music) Big Brother.  There, I said it.  I am seriously addicted to this sick and twisted reality show.  I can't help myself.  For those unfamiliar with the Big Brother concept, basically, it's a group of largely dysfunctional people trapped in a house together for the summer.  I wish I could tell you why it is so engaging.  But I really have no idea.  It just sucks you in.  It's like watching a slow motion train wreck, you know you should look away, but you just can't. 

The part of Big Brother that is truly horrifying is that it is ALWAYS on.  Not only is the TV program on three (three!) times a week, you can watch the show live all the time.  Talk about sucking your life into the reality TV vortex.  Luckily for me, there are people who watch the show and recap the show on websites (some of them are pretty darn funny too), so you can just get your fix by reading a little and not get sucked into the live show.

So that's the reason my yard looks nice and the garage is clean, I'm trying to stay away from the computer.

My name is Colleen and I watch Big Brother.