The Next Survivor Series

I got this e-mail from my friend, Emily Christensen, and thought it was very cute -- this is a reality show I might actually watch:

The Next Survivor Series

Six married men will be dropped on an island with one car and 3 kids each for six weeks. Each kid will play two sports and either take music or dance classes.

There is no fast food. Each man must take care of his 3 kids; keep his assigned house clean, correct all homework, and complete science projects, cook, do laundry, and pay a list of 'pretend' bills with not enough money.

In addition, each man will have to budget in money for groceries each week. Each man must remember the birthdays of all their friends and relatives, and send cards out on time. Each man must also take each child to a doctor's appointment, a dentist appointment, and a haircut appointment.

He must make one unscheduled and inconvenient visit per child to the Urgent Care. He must also make cookies or cupcakes for a social function. Each man will be responsible for decorating his own assigned house, planting flower s outside and keeping it presentable at all times.

The men will only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all chores are done. The men must shave their legs, wear makeup daily, adorn himself with jewelry, wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes, keep fingernails polished and eyebrows groomed. During one of the six weeks, the men will have to endure severe abdominal cramps, back aches, and have extreme, unexplained mood swings but never once complain or slow down from other duties.

They must attend weekly school meetings, church, and find time at least once to spend the afternoon at the park or a similar setting. They will need to read a book and then pray with the children each night and in the morning, feed them, dress them, brush their teeth and comb their hair by 7:00 am.

A test will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will be required to know all of the following information: each child's birthday, height, weight, shoe size, clothes size and doctor's name. They will also need to know each child's weight and length at birth, time of birth, and length of labor, along with each child's favorite color, middle name, favorite snack, favorite song, favorite drink, favorite toy, biggest fear and what they want to be when they grow up.

The kids vote them off the island based on performance. The last man wins only if . . . he still has enough energy to be intimate with his spouse at a moment's notice.

If the last man does win, he can play the game over and over and over again for the next 18 to 25 years, eventually earning the right to be called ‘Mother.’

Something New

So, I decided to start wearing make-up. I know that’s probably not a big deal for most of you, but whenever I’ve worn make-up in the past it has only been eye shadow and mascara, and lately I haven’t worn much of anything most days. The other night, though, I got invited to a Mary Kay party at my friend, Marcela’s, house, and the girl who came let us try samples and showed us how to use the make-up. Although I thought they had good products, I definitely couldn’t afford any of the Mary Kay stuff, so I went to Wal Mart the next day and got make-up in similar colors that was a lot less expensive. I got up this morning and Michael got the boys up while I got ready. Almost an hour after getting up, I had gotten dressed and put on all the make-up – I’m sure it will take me much less time to put it on after I’ve done it a few times. I really liked how it turned out, and Michael said that he liked it too. Now, I’m not committing to doing it every day, but I thought I could at least start with Sundays and other days when we have activities going on. I went to a baby shower this morning, and one of my friends said that my eyes looked very glamorous – which was pretty fun to hear. It’s kind of nice to be able to get a little more dressed-up when I feel like it.

I had Michael take my picture this morning because I felt cute – you can’t really see the make-up that much in the photo, but kind of.