I told myself

I told myself I wasn't going to do it. I was NOT going to succumb to another one like the last one. I was not going to watch Average Joe Hawaii. Not after the last time - not after Melana chose brawn over brains. Nope, wasn't going to do it.

Wasn't going to watch and see some poor average schmo lose his heart to a pretty girl and later watch him sweep up the shattered pieces.

of course you know the punchline.

of course I watched it.

And, of course I am right in there rooting for these average joes who have next to no chance of landing this girl. All the while I am hoping that she will see the beauty inside and reach out a little of her own inner beauty.

we will see.

Hubby said "all the fat guys are gonna get voted off tonight." He was wrong. They will probably go next week, though.

I wondered out loud what would happen if there were an Average Jill series. Eighteen of your average, kind-hearted, but less than lovely or less than shapely young ladies . . . sent to a paradise to meet Joe Cool.

Am I jaded if I think that Joe Cool would take one look at the Jills getting off the bus and say Ain't no way, producers. Not for love or money. ??? Sadly, I don't think so. And, sadly I doubt that we will see that show anytime soon.

on another note:

I am sitting here pretending not to be freaked out by noises outside my window. It is 11:20 p.m. and dark as molasses outside my window. I can't see out, but the light over my head would allow anyone/anything to see in.

I stood up casually and closed the blinds. A peeping tom was in our neighborhood a couple of weeks ago, but got away before the police could get there.

No, I am reasonably sure that it is not a peeping tom - there is a lot of snow outside my window, with very little access. There is a flower bed under the window, though, that is not as snow covered, due to being uder the eaves. But, a peeper would have to come through some knee high snow to get to the window.

So . . . I am pretty reasonably sure - and assured - that what we have here is a wayward moose. I am less likely to open my door this late on a dark winter night to check for a moose as I am for a prowler. The moose would outweigh me by a lot more than a prowler might. AND, they have sharp hooves.

Nope, I will just sit here and type to you and pretend that the scraping and clunking on the outside of my wall, is actually the furnace bubbling its hot water through my baseboard piping.

I'll pretend that - but in my heart I know it's really something out there.

But, it is out there and I am safe and sound in here - where it is warm and not windy and you are there on the other side of my monitor reading this.

I like that thought a whole lot better. Night, friends.

Posted by Purplemoose at January 5, 2004 11:26 PM