Memorial Day musings

I read that 1,000 WWII vets die every day, and by 2020 there won't be any left. So sad!!

So with Memorial Day just around the corner, I'm going to use this blog post to honor my Grandad, who passed away back in 1993. He was a bombardier and got shot down over Germany - lost his leg and had a wooden leg (which just meant good handicapped parking spots for life!) - after jumping out of the plane TWICE. (He jumped, his chute got caught, and so he had to pull himself back up and jump out again.) And apparently he smoked a Lucky cigarette on the way down. That's what I'm talking about.

My grandmother also just told me that he was too skinny to get into the Air Force, so the day of his weigh-in he ate like 50 bananas and chugged 2 gallons of milk. That put him over the weight requirement by two pounds, and then he went outside and puked his guts out. His buddies called him "Bananas" for a while after that. My kind of guy. :)

Better late than never: My Bachelorette analysis

Finally forced myself to watch the 2-hour premiere of The Bachelorette last night. Thank god for Tivo - I was able to breeze through it in about an hour. Ali's laugh is going to get old by about episode 3, but let's move on to more important things: the GUYS.

A few stand-outs:

-Dude with the Muppet voice. You know who I'm talking about. They really should close-caption him. I can barely understand what he says. And he's actually cute. Too bad his voice kills it.
-Rated R the wrestler. Really? REALLY? Here's a tip, ladies. You don't want to marry someone who has his alias printed up on t-shirts. Or someone who HAS an alias.
-"Shooter." You shot yourself in the foot on that one, big guy. Idiot.
-Weatherman. Annoying x 1000.

There are a couple who don't make me want to fast-forward. Time will tell if she keeps them around or has to obey the producers and keep the weirdos. I would bet on the latter.

How to put this nicely...

Mike Fisher, aka The Hockey Player Who is Marrying Carrie Underwood, is in need of a serious hair makeover. He is kind of rocking the 9os butt-cut. Anyone?

AI. Why.

Am I the only person who didn't watch the finale of American Idol last night? I flipped past it a couple times, and saw the remaining Bee Gees and - was that Michael McDonald? What the WHAT. I just don't care about that show anymore. Haven't watched it in like 4 years, except for a few times in the first few weeks to see the really bad people. That's the best part. The cheesy group sing-a-longs and the hour-long results shows? No thanks. There are much higher-quality programs I could be watching instead. Like The Hills. :)

Dear BP,

You might want to re-think the name "Top Kill" for this oil spill project. Sounds more like a Steven Seagal movie to me.

Love,
Sarah

um

This is hilarious. Like a bra fanny pack.

Back-up Plan

There is a nice mentally challenged (that's the politically correct way to say "retarded," right?) man who works out at my gym. His name is John. John has a slight crush on me. A few years ago he invited me to his 50th birthday party at his parents' house. I didn't go, but John is not deterred. Every morning that he works out, he walks to the gym and is first in line, so he must get there around 4:45am (the gym doesn't open until 5:30). Then he sits on the bench and greets every single person who gets in line with a "good morning!" Depending on how well he knows you, that could be followed by a "I hope you have a good workout, a good day, and a great week!" And for me he adds "You look so pretty today." Mind you, it's dark out, I barely have make-up on (can't leave the house without mascara, duh), and I look FAR from pretty. But thanks, John. You make 5am a little brighter.

And let's face it. In ten years, might need to marry someone who thinks I look pretty at 5am.