jack,  motherhood,  Reality tv,  teens,  The Bachelor,  The Bachelorette

Crazy in Love

What’s Jack up to? He’s sending the DH on long walks for nothing then doing his business where he’s not supposed to. Oh Jack. When will you ever learn? Do I need this crap? Really. You’re lucky you’re so cute.

Teens Ugh!!
I know I’m not supposed to talk about ‘those who shall not be named’ on this blog, but some times a girl’s gotta vent. How can a woman feel like she’s already had a draining day at only 8:30 in the morning? Man. Then you look and a lunch is left on the table. And you’re not helping out. No way. The kid that left it stormed out after giving you a bunch of unnecessary attitude. Let said kid starve, you think. It will serve said kid right. But of course that doesn’t stop you from feeling guilty thinking your kid is starving out there which you know is not true. Ugh. Get over it! You’ve got a life and work of your own to do. Enjoy the few hours you have to do it because come 4:00 the fun will start again. Women gird your loins!

True Love?
So on to better things. It’s true love! Really it is. Stop laughing. I’m serious. Matt made his decision and after, what? 8 grueling weeks and 25 women he has found his true love and it was not Chelsea, but crazy Shayne! Why does that make me so happy. Those cagey Bachelor editors had me going and by the end of last night episode I was rooting for Shayne with her bleach blond hair and her big brown doe eyes all the way. I’m even hoping those two zany kids make it.
I’d be tuning in to watch Shayne take on London. All her wild mad antics around Buckingham Palace. What fun.

And they have quite a fan club over on Youtube there are even fan videos. Check out this one that will make you believe in this love story:


It was a sweet silly ending to a pretty boring season and now I’m ready for next week and DeAnna- The Bachelorette. Let’s watch 25 men make fools of themselves whining in limos talking about how they felt an “amazing connection.” Right. At least Nana will be watching with me.

Best,
Kwana