My Guilty Pleasure

I have to say, though I am embarassed to admit, that I love to watch shows where people fall, get hit in the head, slip, or smack into a tree. That's why I get such a kick out of America's Funniest Home Videos. I know, I'm probably the one person who still watches that show, but when I am flipping through the channels and see it on ABC Family, I stop and check out the trainwreck. What is it about me that enjoys seeing other people fall all over the place? it must run in my family because I can still hear the sound of my sister's laughter as she would watch AFV in her room and you could tell when someone took a dive because she would break out and couldn't control herself.

So, last night my parents came over for dinner and afterwards we were hanging out in my living room waiting for the premiere of BostonMed which is actually pretty riveting. Anyways, this show called Wipeout comes on and it's right up my alley. This show has "contestants", a term I use loosely because they are just crazy people who want to be on tv, who go through obstacle courses which are specifically designed to throw them all over the place. I love it. Honestly, seeing some of these people go flying into the water after bouncing off the big red balls or getting punched in the face as they try to scale a wall, it's priceless entertainment.

So, that's my guilty pleasure. It may not be high brow entertainment, but it's enough for me!!!

You Can't Cry Over Spilled Milk

But you can certainly cry over spoiled milk in my opinion!!! So, this morning I was making my breakfast and I grabbed the carton of milk I bought just yesterday. For some reason I always smell milk and I open it and so I did so again this morning. It smelled a little "off" so I decided to give it a little taste. I live alone, so no harm in taking a swig straight from the carton. I immediately knew it was so very wrong and made a scene as I spit it out and used a paper towel to wipe my tongue clean of this awful taste. When I then poured the milk out, it was clear and then chunky. Yeah, revolting. I wanted to vomit. And now, all I can think about for the rest of the day is that I drank that nasty stuff and I'm now going to have major trust issues with milk going forward. I will be tortured by the "Got Milk?" ad campaign and it's going to take some serious time to recover from this. Will osteoporosis set in due to my lack of calcium? I hope not. Wish me luck my friends, I may never be the same.