Table Seven

Just caught a little afternoon ABCFamily viewing of Sixteen Candles and I have confirmed it… Where is that Jake Ryan?  Where is my Jake Ryan.   Making Samantha’s wish come true. 

Everyone deserves a Jake Ryan.  And that hair.  Damn.

 I’m back.

For real, this time.

I was at the park running alongside John (not brother Yan, buyer John) walking with his heavy hands - its a staple in my training. Although, I shouldn’t really call it running as it was deplorable. Running, shitty stride, and then walking arms pumping. Running. Walking. And all the while letting the mind part really talk smack to the matter part. Mind over matter, I should tattoo it somewhere on this body.
And as much as I truly try - shoulders back, head up, looking at the world as I jog right past it, I don’t always end up that way. Nervous about tripping, which is commonplace with these feets.
But, good thing I was looking down because as I picked up the pace around mile 1.75 - a spy some shine about a step ahead. A shiny penny, heads up, staring at me. Like a 4th grader who just learned the rhyme, I think Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck.
So I pick it up, drop it into the space between my two sports bras on the side and kepp on trucking. My luck may not have started turning up quite yet, but my pace sure did.

Bastard tivo and I had a misunderstanding, and well, I haven’t actually seen the opening episode. I am holding onto hope that someone has saved their tivo’d version. Fingers crossed.
My guesses were fair 10 out of the 15 that I picked moved on to round deuce. Word around the office is that these bitties are going to be drama filled and easy… just like Mike Fleiss likes ‘em.
I will update when I finally see it.
Hollar at me if one of you readers has it…

The new, and dare I pray, last season of the Bachelor begins tonight. Admittedly, my fan status has been slacking – I think I only watched a couple of Sgt/Col/Officer Andy’s reign, and truth is he did nothing for me. Being that I am only one degree of separation away from him - having friends that were friends with him at Duke, and that still didn’t entice me any. In the good ole days, his boring portrayal of a man looking for a wife on a national tv that I might actually meet somewhere on a personal level was enough to get me to really pay attention. Not young Andy, he was more fun via stories of the people that knew him when…

But tonight we meet Brad and his bevy of ladies all trying to get a man, keep a man and make a man happy (aren’t we all?) I did some pre-viewing reading and learned that Brad, albeit a college drop out, is a successful entrepreneur and bar owner. He lives in the fantastic city of Austin and is in business with his two brothers, a twin named Chad & another named Wesley. (Chad and Brad, I want to go there, but I.just.can’t.) He is attractive and good dresser and ABC is trying to make him Dr McSteamy hot, showing promos of him in a towel – I think they are feeding off the blue eyes and bearded gig he has going. On Good Morning America last week he says that he “is happy with outcome.” Which after countless seasons of watching, studying and learning about the bachelors is code for I-had-fun-with-25-loose-women-and-now-that-the-show-is-airing-the-press-and-groupies-are-too

-great-to-sit-back-and-become-a-one-woman-man.

I was disappointed to see that once again ABC was lazy and is just showing the girls with a photo, an age and their profession. Erica Rose claimed herself a socialite, which I didn’t know was actually something one bragged about or considered a profession, so I don’t know how I feel about the lack of questions – there is a lot to be said about someone’s favorite color or chosen quote. It helped. A lot more than you realize. None the less, this season we have 4 realtors, 1 exec assistant, 2 nurses, a Phoenix Suns Dancer (who lives in Kansas City, but I won’t focus on that), a model, teacher, acupuncturist, nanny and event planner, 5 chickies in sales/acct rep, 3 graduate students (2 of which are law), a news anchor, an esthetician, a bar manager and lastly someone in internet marketing. Only 2 girls are from Texas, which is where Chad resides and grew up (Livingston,TX). Both girls are from smaller towns, towns which are adjacent to major Texas cities, Dallas and Austin. Call me what you want, but if I was from Duncanville – I would say Dallas, not Duncanville, just to keep from explaining why at 26 I am choosing to live in Duncanville when I can live in Dallas, but whatever.

I hate that I can’t hear their voices, read their dreams, and assess about their personalities before I have to choose 15 that I think will be given the rose tonight. But I did, and I tried to mix it up based on age, hair color and smart looking…

Bettina, DeAnna, Estefania, Jade, Jenni, Juli, Kim, Kristy, Lindsey, Mallory, McCarten, Morgan, Natalie, Sarah, and Tauni.

There are some reasons for my madness… I left out the news anchor based upon her overload of make-up. I cannot lie - I chose Estefania and Tauni purely on their names. I left out the token black person. I just didn’t think that Riginia was going to move out of the first round, I might be upset with this position after tonight, but that is just me being honest.

I have faith that this season will be chock-filled with drama, tears, love-lost and love-gained and lost at the end.  I will try to maintain a fair recap shortly after I watch the episode, which I vow to make every effort to watch in a timely manner.

I am training for the half marathon. I will explain later. I was sick last week and was by no stretch of anyone’s imagination the picture of someone who is training…
And today was my day to get back into the swing of things. Back to this training that I keep at, even though I am not conmpletely sure that this body is actually capable of what I am putting it through. And, today, dear people, I ran the whole 3 mile loop at the park. Without collapsing, dying, or even thinking that I might actually die at the end.
One step so small for mankind, people do it all the time - One giant leap for little Dana.