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Weekend Wrap-Up

Susan came over on Friday night and the family hung out at the house; I love nights like these.

Saturday, Susan and I got up early and went to Gainesville to audition for the CBS reality television show, Big Brother 10. We had a few stops to make along the way (one of which was for breakfast) and arrived at the Gainesville CBS studios fairly early and a tater tot food fight ensued. Our appointments were in the 11 o'clock bracket; but according to the first ten or so people in line, there was no such thing as appointments, and we also should have brought out passports and birth certificates. Riiiight.

It's all right though, because being in line gave us the opportunity to pick out all the crazies who were auditioning. And that's just what we did. By the time 10 A.M. rolled around, we knew who had what strategies, who would portray which personalities, and so on. It was, at the least, entertaining.

When the lady in charge came out and said anyone with an appointment would be seen first, those first ten or so people went ape. Apparently they didn't know there was such a thing as pre-registration.

Personally, I think I flopped. I did well conversing with the CBS people and mingling with the others who were auditioning, but when they put me in front of a camera and told me to give them two minutes worth of reasons why they should pick me, I froze. I can't sell myself very well. I'm not blessed in the department of large egos.

But it certainly was fun. Susan won a door prize (shot glass) and on our way out of the driveway, I stole the Big Brother casting call sign out of the grass. Delightful. We both got a lil' something to remember the day by.

We swung by Susan's apartment to play with the kitties for a few minutes and then we headed home. We took the scenic and extended route back home though. Many of the small towns in the McIntosh / Micanopy area are participating in the Spring Paint Out, and I wanted to show Susan. So we went through Evinston and Boardman. And we drove west of 441 in McIntosh so I could show Susan the camels. But they weren't there. But we did get to participate in the McIntosh Spring Extravaganza!

Then we went home, we all got changed and ready to transplant Cooney ferns. But all four of us were tuckered out and uninspired, so we went back inside and had family time indoors instead.

Then Sunday rolled around and Jeff, Kelly, and Grandma came over for family BBQ day. I mean, this day couldn't have been more fun. We listened to great music, I baked some brownies, grilled out on the deck, watched Eddie Izzard on television (hilarious!), ate, ate, ate, laughed and had a genuinely great time.

Truly, my weekend couldn't have gotten any better than what it was. It's been awhile since we had a day like that at my house; and I realize now (not that I ever didn't realize) that I want days like that at my home all the time -- friends, family, love, laughter, and food. That's the best combination. Oh, and we hung my jolly roger from the house and it's large enough to see from the street! So, take that!

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