Go BIG or go home

Last week my friend Amanda and I went to the Biggest Loser auditions. It was definatelty an interesting experiance. The day before we went, my friend and I were joking about how funny it would be to be eating McDonalds in line. Well, Amanda and I were in line at six in the morning and the girls in front of us had a bag of McDonalds. I just had to laugh. We got talking to the girls in front of us and by seven we were pretty good friends with Drea, Rosie, Lisa, Melissa, and Rebecca. Also at 7 a man came around passing out campain flyers for Mike Lee. To be totally honest I have no idea who Mike Lee is, but this guy had a captive audience in us, since we weren't planning on going anywhere. He ended up being really cool though. He brought us gloves.

Any way three and a half hours, lots of honking horns, lots of laughter, and lots of cameras later the line finally started to move. They took us in in groups of 10 and told us that we would have seven minutes. Not seven minutes individually mind you, seven minutes as a group. We were told to be our selves and have fun when we were talking to the casting director. When we sat down, a couple of people asked serious questions and then we spent the rest of the seven minutes talking about past seasons of Biggest Loser. After our seven minutes were up we were told that we would know before the night was over if we made callbacks. Although I am still not sure how they managed that. They saw 1250 people that day. How do you remember who all you saw and what stood out. I didn't get a callback, but you know what, I am okay with that. We have a second chance by making a video and Amanda and I are starting that tomorrow. Life is good and no matter what, it was fun.

Who do you think you are????

I watched the new show Who Do You Think You Are today and it really struck a spot for me. I have been feeling like I need to do my family history. I am kind of at a stopping point though and I don't know where to go from here. I don't know where to start. There has been a lot of work done on my dad's side due to my wonderful uncle, but my mom's side is a virtual mystery to me. I know my grandma and I know her parents. My mom's father though is a totally different story. All I know about him is his name. I can't find anything on him other than that. It is kind of frustrating. I just want to have an idea of my history. So that I can answer the question who do you think you are...

Here's to hoping. :D

Sticks and Stones...

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me...

I'm rubber, you're glue. Whatever you say bounces off of me and sticks to you...

Simple words that we know from childhood. Most of us probably said them more than once. I think that they are completely wrong. It should be: Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can hurt the most. I had an experience tonight that hurt my feelings a bit. Words were said in passing that in no way were meant to be hurtful. I know this because the person who said them doesn't have a mean bone in his body, but they hurt me none the less. I smiled and walked away, because what else could I do. I am not confrontational when it comes to something about me. He will probably never know that his words hurt me. He'll never know that I cried the whole way home because of it. It is for that reason that I am blogging tonight. We need to watch the words we say, because we never know what simple words can do to a person. The wounds that are inflicted by sticks and stones will heal. The wounds that are inflicted by words tend to have longer reaching results. Long after bruises and broken bones are gone the hurtful word lingers...