OK, I hate to admit this, but�well, if I can�t admit it in my journal, where else can I come clean?

Had you been at the Rad Pad last night at around 9:55, you would have found me in tears. Why? Because the lovely Sara was booted from America�s Next Top Model. The fact that I obviously take this show far too seriously aside, it was an unfair decision. While Camille did better in the dancing competition leading up to last night�s decision than she has been doing in previous weeks, in all she is the weakest link remaining. The fact that Sara went before her is a true injustice. I even said to Sondra earlier in the day that if Camille didn�t go home last night, it would only be because they figure her craziness makes for good t.v. Everybody else who is left is just great; Camille is nowhere near as attractive, nor does she take anywhere near as good photos. Plus, she is just a wackadoo. I felt very bad for poor Sara, who burst into incredible tears after the announcement that she would be going home.

That said, once Camille is gone I really have no idea who I want to win this competition. I like everyone who is left. And Camille had better go home next week because this is just absurd now.

And I think someone should really start an ANTM support group.

Of course, I also cried Sunday night, both during and after the Sex and the City finale. Not much to say there, except that I was happy about the return of Mr. Big and that I will miss the show�well, I will miss what the show once was anyway, which was great fun.

So the ikss has a date with the Hunky Drummer on Thursday! Woo-Hoo! :) I am actually nervous about it, if you can believe that. I�m so silly. I don�t know why I�m nervous. I mean, yes I like him. He seems to be a genuinely good person, which is a disgustingly rare find. Plus, he is just�well, hunky. He reminds me of Dave Grohl.

Eyah. That�s what I�m talking about.

Anyway�don�t know why I�m nervous, since I still don�t hold out much hope that this is going anywhere. But there you have it.

I will probably be going up north this weekend, to visit with John and the Elephant Seals. The seals are in town to both mate and have little seals. There is a state park up his way that has guided tours to one of their mating areas. Since it looks like the rain may actually stop for this weekend, I will probably go up there to check them out.

In other John-related news�the Hunky Drummer called me on Sunday afternoon. I was in the kitchen, washing dishes or some nonsense, and didn�t even hear the phone ringing, so he left a message on my machine. Well, I think John must have heard the message, since he was in my bedroom at the time (and that is where my machine is located). It�s not a big deal to me, but still � could have been an uneasy situation. John showed no reaction, though, so apparently he doesn�t care much. Of course, he knows I see other people, but I don�t think he�s ever had to actually listen to a message from someone else before.

John and I went to the mall on Saturday. I bought two new pair of much-needed pants and he bought some Easter bunnies for his grandkids. We also did an enormous amount of window-shopping, followed by a stop at Olive Garden for a pitcher of Sangria (say what you like about the generic nature of Olive Garden�s food; they make some yummy Sangria).

My mom was rushed to the Emergency Room after passing out on Sunday�you would think this was big news, but she went home the same day and is apparently fine. She had the stomach flu and I guess it just took too much out of her so she passed out. Thank God she had my dad there. This turned out to be nothing, but I am always afraid for these old folks who live alone. Passing out, even for little reason, can become a huge deal when you�re by yourself.

Speaking of which�Cathy�s dad was recently diagnosed with Parkinson�s and is deteriorating rapidly, it seems. He is now seeing bugs crawling everywhere. He found out this is a side-effect of the medication he is on, so he basically has to continually remind himself the bugs aren�t really there. So when he sees them crawling all over his food or whatnot, he just has to tell himself they aren�t real and eat anyway. Of course, that�s when he remembers to eat in the first place, which I guess is becoming a problem. Now he is also seeing people who aren�t there. The poor, poor thing. I feel so rotten for him, and for Cathy of course.

Which brings me to Sondra and Lou�it turns out their fight last week was a much bigger deal than I thought at first. I�m not going to get in to it right now, and may never. Believe it or not, I feel I shouldn�t write about their business here (I know, I write about everything else, what in the world is keeping me from writing about this?). Suffice it to say that they are headed for counseling and that I can�t even talk to Lou right now, I am so angry.

One would think my sister being married to my friend would be great fun, but in truth it often puts me in an uncomfortable position.

Guess that�s it for now. Hasta, kids!

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