Twisted Family Antics

First of all, this may have been the best episode of The Office ever! 

Wait, I can’t say that because how could I cheat on my favorite episode where Michael put his foot on the George Foreman?  It gets so complicated.

From “Oscar Mayer Hot Dog Lover” to Pam and Jim’s romantic moments, this episode was perfection indeed.  I believe my favorite part occurred when Michael began questioning Phyllis about her girlfriend’s ability to fit into a rowboat.  Classic!  The entire vignette had me choking with glee.

Phyllis: Michael?
Michael Scott: What?
Phyllis: I have a friend who’s single.
Michael Scott: Oh.
Phyllis: Sandy. She’s gorgeous and she’s got a feisty personality too.
Michael Scott: Hmmm, feisty. So she’s not jolly or sassy? Not like a jolly, sassy opera singer?
Phyllis: Mmm, no.  She’s a professional softball player.
Michael Scott: Ewwooh… Catcher or in-field?
Phyllis: I dunno Michael.
Michael Scott: Is she a dress wearer or a pants wearer? Could we share a rowboat? Could — could a rowboat support her?
Phyllis: What are you asking?
Michael Scott: I think I’m being very clear, what I’m asking. Would an average size rowboat support her without capsizing? [long pause] It bothers me that you’re not answering the question.
Phyllis: No, all right?! No she can’t fit on a rowboat.
Michael Scott: Yes! I knew it. I knew it!

On to reality television:

I’m relatively shocked that they caught Ozzie snoozing on Survivor, voting him off while he held the idol in his bag.  Cirie is incredible and occasionally annoying.  The fact that she pulled this off makes me think perhaps she deserves the cash.  I really like the fan boys, but not the fan girls.  They need to leave immediately.

And, by the way, how in the hell did they hold their arms in the air for six freaking hours?  I did gain a bit of respect for Parvati, but I still don’t like her. 

James the gravedigger will always be my fave.  He’s had no luck whatsoever this season!  I wish he’d drowned Parvati when she scolded him for making too much noise while working, as the females slept.

On Big Brother it was certainly a happy day when Natalie’s ginormous and overwhelming breasts were evicted from the house.  My husband calls her The Professor.  Can you imagine, she didn’t know that pickles come from cucumbers?  I am always surprised by who makes it to the end, since so often they’re utterly devoid of any characteristics that are deserving of a spot in the finals. 

Baller is by far the most interesting, since he is a total wack job and entirely unpredictable.  His eyes look like they may burst from his head at any moment and roll across the floor.  I hope Sharon wins.  I could never support anyone who would willingly be a part of something called “Team Christ.”  I think Jesus would find it incredibly demeaning to be involved in something so ridiculous.

On a very serious note, I am disgusted that Bret Michaels chose the 78-year old woman with neck wrinkles over my favorite and adorable stripper chick.  I really felt devastated for her for at least 12 minutes.  Looks like the reunion show is going to be the best episode yet.

My daughter and I went and saw Prom Night in the theater.  It was one of the most fun things we’ve done all year.  I screamed at least 12 times and when blood began dripping from the ceiling on screen something burst from the air conditioning vent and pelted me in the face with a damp substance.  It was surreal.

And finally, last night we watched God Grew Tired of Us, which should be required viewing.  It’s a documentary and follows three men, who are part of a Sudanese refugee group called The Lost Boys, as they move to America.  I’m at a loss as to how to describe it adequately.  Just see it.