...there's no place like the Turnpike

A displaced Jersey girl who adjusted to life in Kentucky just in time to head back home.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Flavor of stupidity

I know. I know. I'm obsessing about bad reality TV on VH1, but I spend a lot of time at the gym and I get bored easily. I just can't understand why season after season these women on Flavor of Love and Rock of Love think that this time the washed-up somewhat icky celebrity will really love them and it will last forever. Despite the fact that these has-beens have been choosing the "woman of their dreams" for three seasons each.

And who would sit there and kiss/romance/lap dance some washed up star just to be on TV.

Are we really supposed to believe that you think Flavor Flav is hot?

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Neighbor Kid

I live in a townhouse in a quiet development. In one of the homes across the street from us lives a teenage boy. Like many a teenage boy, this one owns a skateboard. Like many a teenage boy with a skateboard he spends a lot of time on the road between our homes trying to do tricks.

He makes me wonder something. When you see skate rats out on the street, how come they so rarely have any sort of skill?

My parents live down the street from a church with a large open parking lot. Every day of my life there was a pack of boys with a flipped over picnic bench trying to do skateboard tricks. I can count on one hand the number of times I saw any of them actually land on their feet with their board.

Where are all the skaters with skills and why do the rest of them think they're so cool when they can't do anything?