Why does every reality show contest have to have a nasty judge, and nine times out of ten they’re British. It works with Simon Cowell because he’s the original, but it seems like every reality show has to follow that formula now, America’s Got Talent, Dancing with the Stars, America’s Next Top Model. The list just goes on. Is it me or is that formula of the nice judge, the judge no one understands and the hateful judge, getting boring? Maybe I just watch too much television.

While the Freedom Fighters struggle to shape the resistance into a fearsome military force, Sydney and Jack are still bumping heads. Jack knows Sydney’s the woman for him, but Sydney has her doubts. Still, their passion burns hotter than ever.
Jack and Sydney aren’t the only ones with flaring tempers. Holly and Chase too must overcome their differences before they can provide a united front to their team.

As the resistance gains strength, preparing to overthrow the Cyrellians, Earth’s future hangs in the balance.

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Since January I’ve been trying to get in shape and go to the gym regularly and eat healthier. There are way too many health issues in my family and I want to nip it in the bud before I join the ranks of having medical issues as well. Anyway, here are some of my observations at the gym.

Why do people wait for the close up parking spot? Isn’t the point of going to the gym to get in shape. Why not walk the extra ten feet. Sheesh.

And to that one aerobics instructor who kept rolling her eyes because some of us couldn’t keep up with your complicated moves, F you. Not everyone will get the moves the first time. It takes practice but with your attitude you don’t have to worry about me messing up in your class again because I’m not coming back. It’s no wonder why your class is so small, because you’re a bitch.

And to the aerobics instructor who teaches cardio kickboxing thanks for your patience and encouragement. I will be back to your class. Although I was quite surprised you were playing DMX during class and not the clean version. I wouldn’t have expected that of you. *g* It was funny hearing the f word every time I did a squat.

I hate those super intense people in class who seem to get off from adding power to every kick and grunting like they’re having sex. It makes me want to punch you in the face, especially when I can barely breath and it feels like my lungs are about to explode. I hate you all.

And to the guy who was kicking really high in the red shorts, dude, invest in a jock strap. I saw your balls.

I do not want a personal trainer so stop trying to ambush me when I walk out of aerobics class. Lady, don’t you see me sweating already. Do you want to kill me?

My breasts are too big for jumping jacks. (ouch)

To the little guy in the biker shorts with the leathery skin, no, I don’t want you so stop flexing in front of me, you’re what? 5 foot nothing? What the hell do you think you could do with me?

To that tall drink of water who looked like a young Denzel, Michael Jordan hybrid, I’m married, but if anything happens to the hubby, call me. ( Just kidding, I love my husband. Hey I’m married, not dead)

I can’t take spin class anymore because those bikes hurt my special area.

I am really out of shape.

Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone, and remember spread a little love every day instead of one day out of the year.

For goodness sake, please take down your Christmas decorations. It’s February for godsake. Come on, that’s just plain lazy. You know who you are.

It seems like every year for the part 10 years I say I’m going to live a healthier lifestyle and every year I fail miserably. By the end of Feb I’m stuffing my face and making excuses not to go to the gym. This year, I’m taking a new approach. It’s my one day at a time. Before when I had a bad day, I’d just give up, but this year, if I have a bad day, like eating something I’m not supposed to or not going to the gym like I should, I’ll just get back on the wagon and keep trying. Someone once told me, that every destination begins with one footstep and living a healthier lifestyle is a marathon, not a sprint.

I am officially over American Idol. I used to live for this show, but I think I started losing my joy in watching it starting with Season five when my favorite Chris Doughtry came in fourth place. Granted he’s gone on to become one of the most sucessful contestants, but it still nagged the hell out of me. And then season six, call me crazy but I actually liked Sanjaya. Sure he was a trainwreck, but he was entertaining. He kept me amused. After he was voted off, my interest began to dim. I decided to watch this season, because I like watching from the beginning to see if there’s anyone I’d like to cheer for. No one really caught my attention, and the bad auditions didn’t amuse me, but they sure as hell annoyed me. The thing that used to be great about the bad auditions were for the most part the people really believed they had talent and then found out otherwise. Now, it’s a bunch of people who know they suck but only want their 15 minutes of fame. I guess I’ll continue watching this season, but I think its may be the last season I actively watch.

I am always the last person to own the latest technology that everyone already has. I still had the blue brick cell phone when everyone was getting camera phones, I finally got a camera phone when everyone had razors, and I still have that old camera phone even though everyone else now has flip phones, and keypad phones. So finally, today, I purchased an Ipod. Yes, I finally own something the rest of the world probably already has, lol. Next, I’ll work on getting an upgrade on my cell phone.

Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas!!

I must admit, I was watching old Jackson 5 video’s on You Tube and got a bit teary eyed. Michael Jackson was soooo adorable and so talented. But then when I think about what he looks like now, I can just weep. What the hell have you done to yourself Michael? Where’s the cute little kid? No matter what I’ll always think of him as that cute kid full of hope and promise instead of the white woman who likes to spend way too much time with little boys. Thriller is still one of my fav albums though.