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Mothers Day

Had a nice breakfast at Luby's this morning. Food sucked but the company was good. The mother and brother in law also brought my birthday gifts. Got a nice golf shirt and the ol' Best Buy gift card. Can never go wrong with the gift card. I believe I will use it to buy the Survivor: Season One DVD.

After breakfast we went to my sisters to see my mom. It's amazing after all the events of this year that I actually considered not going over to see her. I had more important things to do. What does that say about me as a person. I went, but the fact that I considered staying home troubles me a bit. She's looking good and getting better every day. This was a special mothers day, even if it took me a bit longer to realize that fact. We had steak and baked potatoes. Can't go wrong there either.

Of Survivor and Such

Well, the big finale was tonight, ordered Dominoes and settled in for three hours of reality TV heaven. So what Im a Survivor whore. I can admit that. After watching the finale and the listening to most of the jury climb their pedestals and preach morality, I wondered to myself when this became Sunday School. I mean, were they delusional enough to think, while playing against against (arguably) the best players to put on a buff, that there would be morals and considerations of friendships involved here? To play the "I played the game with morals" card and preach "I hope you can live with yourself" sermon really invaldates what, if anything they had achieved. Hell, if you actually expected to get far in the game with the "Moral and Class" technique, why not just stay at home and let another, more deserving All-Star take your place.

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