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Reality TV Junkie

I LOVE reality TV. Coach gets so tired of it, so I generally have to watch my shows by myself. I think I got this obviously inherited trait from my darling Father, who could watch every episode of Storage Wars 100 times each. That's OK. I could do the same with the Moonshiners (Oh, Tickle), so no judgement here for whatever shows your obsessed with, even if it is Married to Jonas (OK, you caught me - I love that show too).

Well, the 14th season of Big Brother has come and gone yet again. Can I tell you how obsessed I am with that show? As soon as summer rolls around, I know the new season will start any minute. And this season was no let down. In case you live under a rock and don't watch it, allow me to give you a super quick rundown on BB14!

The season started with 4 coaches/past all-stars. Each coach selected 4 'super fans' to be their team. After some time, the coaches were given the option to join the game and they did. Blahblahblah, it came down to Dan (former coach) and Ian to win BB14, and my favorite Ian won. Side note: my other favorite, Frank, won Favorite House Guests. How'd you like that, Dan?!?!

I was super disturbed by how Dan played the game this time around. More than once, he made promises on his wedding band, on his wife, on the bible, and finally on his grandfather's gold cross necklace. And he broke every. single. one. of them. I hoped during the finale last night, they would show him going to hug his wife and she would slap him across his face. I hoped that she would made him sleep on the floor of their garage in Dearborn, MI. For a year. With no blanket or pillows. What a shady cat.


Anyway, my other favorite show, The Voice is back!!! Let's take this moment to talk about how fantastic Adam and Blake are. I love that they are in a bromance and a quite beautiful bromance that is, amIright ladies? I hope this show never goes off the air. Evereverever.

I am, however, ecstatic about Christina leaving after this season. She is just so negative, and her 'goods' take up pretty much the whole screen when they show her. Last week, Coach said to me "She gets big in all the right places!" Hahahaha, true that babe. I'm pretty upset about Shakira taking her spot, although I think this may help my case for getting Coach to watch it with me on a regular basis.. Ceelo leaving stinks too. He's pretty fun to watch with his dinosaur arms and baby hands. I'm pretty pumped to watch the rest of this season though, it's by far the most entertaining singing show on. Take that Brittany!


That's pretty much sums up my two biggest TV obsessions currently, but give it about a week, I'll have about 4 more. Feel free to send your favorites my way too!!





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