See you Tuesday?

I'm having an internal struggle that involves emotions to the extreme. It's a day of farewells. And although no death is involved, I feel like a big piece of me is dying. At least my TV skedje for Tuesdays. Two things that I typically dedicate my Tuesdays to are bidding adieu..

Dr. Oz's farewell on Oprah. This is significant because I LOVE DR. OZ. More than I could ever possibly articulate through a blog. I'm not ashamed to say I've read all his books at Borders when I was unemployed and would do it again in a Dr. Oz murmured heartbeat.

Also. Biggest Loser finale tonight. $#%$@%$! (that's me excited) Which means all of our nearest and dearest will all be gathering at Kentucky Lane to see if Mike 'hotter than Zefron' Morelli will take home the title..or will it be 'TAR-uh' ..or Mike's dumb dad, Ron. (can you guess who I want to win?) We all know it won't be Helen. Although she's lookin pretty skinny, I say she takes 2nd no matter who the winner is. and Kristin's got the at home winner title in.the.bag. (Lindsay says she's a 'shoe-in').

Which brings me to recognize something very important.

Biggest Loser is my sport of choice. If I had the option of watching the Twins in the World Series (I'm about to win a very important ebay auction relating to this and 1987), or the Biggest Loser finale..guess what I'd pick. And yes, I'm just as embarrassed as I should be, but it's the truth.

I know the stats. I know the players. I know the game. I know it all.

And now you all know who the real biggest loser is.

In other news, my Tuesdays are now wide open.

and I will be learning to bussle tonight. I don't know what it is or if I spelled it right, but I know it's happening at 6:00. If it's anything like the 9th grade hustle, I think I'll be pretty good at it. Ask any of the boys in Mr. Green's 1st hour gym class.