For a certain season of my life I did a really good job of keeping all of you updated on the weekly happenings of my life. Unfortunately I think you could unofficially brand me as the blogosphere’s biggest slacker. I’ve gone about two weeks without a weekly Friday update. So… this week… I shall cater to you. Read on faithful ones!
Brother-Sister time. In case any of you had missed the references in some of my past blogs, my sister Jessica came up to visit me here in Michigan two weekends ago. It was thrill to say the least. She’s 14 months older than I am, which by tradition means we’re Irish twins or something. Truth be told, we look nothing alike because I’m twice as tall as she is. HA! But we had a grand time. I showed her my haunts, we journeyed into Ann Arbor one day and bought Michigan t-shirts, and then she partook in our Easter festivities. I love you, Jess!
Getting’ Hitched. One of my housemates, Ericka, got married to
one of my dear friends, Rusty Jackson, this past weekend in Oxford,
Alabama! Whoo hoo! The newly wedded couple is presently honeymooning
in Colorado and having a grand time (to my knowledge). It was a good
reunion with a small peace of my January 2008 World Race squad, also.
Good times and good memories!
24. I really think that Jack Bauer’s going to die and that Tony Alameda’s really a bad guy. That’s all.
American Idol. Can we just say that it was about time they booted off Lil and Anoop? I mean, I don’t necessarily have anything against the two of them, but we all know that they would have never made it to the finals. I think that Allison or Matt G. will peace out next week. We’ll see what happens. Adam’s always safe and for some reason I think he’s going to change the reputation of American Idol. Already this is by far the best season of the show because they have actual musicians on the thing. But I think that Adam will only have success if American Idol changes the contract it makes the winners sign. I just look at past contestants and see the disappointment of their lack of success (unless you’re Carrie Underwood or someone like that).
