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Oy vey...

The mind can only process so much at one time. My mind has been trying to process moving into a new house, putting things in their proper place in the new house, finding out that the fridge is dead, getting my address changed everywhere, planning the GWO, dealing with a 14 year old daughter, working and my annual mammogram. Seriously??? I have reached the end of my rapidly fraying rope.

So what am I doing to not think about it? Watched the season finale of The Bachelor and seeing that drama unfold. I could put in my 2 cents but we all know what those will be. Jason is an ass for doing what he did to Melissa. Not because he broke things off with her but how he did it. I don't care if ABC told him to do it that way...he should have had the balls and stuck to whatever values and morals he has and said "No...I will not humiliate Melissa that way". Sadly...he didn't and he is now facing a serious backlash from the whole country. I would not want to be in his shoes at all. I really liked Jason and felt so bad for him last season when he went to propose to DeAnna and she stopped him mid-sentence. He didn't deserve that BUT...Melissa did not deserve what he did to her either. I know it's just a reality show and a lot of it is scripted but still...it was just wrong. There is one good thing about the Bachelor drama...keeps my mind off of things in my real life for a little while. The weekend of April 3rd is not going to get here soon enough. Holy cow I need the GWO in the worst way.

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