so many thoughts - so little time

most importantly! a new DCC episode. and boy, predictable doesn't even begin to describe the events. Obviously, Kitty Carter (does she not just scream "cousin of Dolly Parton" to you?) is such a huge part of Training Camp at this point. Not only is Kitty whipping their cottage-free posteriors into shape, but the girls get sent to a ropes course (cue scary Halloween music). NEVER in my life have seen such manicured wussies wimp out and whine about jumping off a telephone pole. IN FACT, several seem to managed another pole with great finesse -- I'm clueless as to how terrifying this silly ropes course really is.

I digress.

The whole reason I had endured this episode was the MAKEOVERS! My favorite! The sad thing is, so many of the girls don't really need makeovers anymore. Kelli Finglass, though, still talks to them as if she's rescuing them from a downtrodden life of Wal-Mart clearance racks and Clairol in a box. When, in reality, these girls probably have standing appointments at Red Door. Oddly enough, Brandy K. of Adult Entertainment fame, gets as far as the makeover stage but we never see her "After" picture. Why, you say?

KELLI FOUND HER MYSPACE PICS.

Brandy! HELLO! did you not heed my message? Maybe you'll get a call from PlayBoy or... better yet - my favorite - ART MANN!


Maybe Brandy should check out a Purity Ball.


Strangely enough and on a semi-related basis, I was channel surfing and was sucked in to the show. (Feel free to make comments about my lack of initiative (i.e. laziness) or telephone your local trashy tv addiction hot line - I'll wait.)

I am very familiar with the concept and, as you would guess, have my own opinion about how we should encourage young people to make abstinence a part of their lives. The scary thing is - the reporter is asking a seven year old why she isn't going to kiss until her wedding day and the little girl tells the reporter that the idea comes from the Ten Commandments. You could totally tell she had been coached on what to say and had heard her parents say that the Ten Commandments mandated "no kissing". Odd.

And as we mention odd - let's talk about Canton. I love it just as much as the next guy. So much so that I chauffeured The Birthday Girl and Laura to said mecca of all things greasy and cheap for a Friday of Fabulous Finds. And fabulous finds we beheld. Not to mention a grand total of twelve fanny packs spotted, two near misses with two different scamper scooters (and their negligent pilots) and countless questionable "outfits". Leave it to suffice that "What Not To Wear" would have a field day at this fashion free for all. A great time was had by all and if you've lived in the Great East Texas area for any length of time and haven't visited Canton - save up some spare calories and cash and mentally prepare for all things chic.