Back to Back.

In Kansas City, my friends and I loved to watch the Bachelorette. And it is all Lindsay's fault. She didn't have cable when she moved into her apartment, and she would come to watch it at apartment 404. Erica and I tried to do our own thing, but we got sucked in to the hype. Soon, we also blocked off Monday nights to watch the Bachelor or the Bachelorette.

Last summer, it got a little out of control. When there were only 12 bachelors left, Abbey (a closet fan, we discovered), Erica, Lindsay and I "picked our ponies." I am not ashamed. We each had three bachelors that we rooted for till one found true love. It was Jesse, one of my bachelors.

Note: true love on TV rarely lasts. However, a win is a win.

This year, the game was back on. Erica got married and outgrew such mindless boy watching. We brought Lauren V. and Raegan into the circle, and five of us picked our ponies. Tara introduced us to OHCH's blog and all the behind-the-scenes gossip we needed. I made a color-coded google doc to keep up with all the action. I moved, and the fun continued.

Baby Finley and Rachel watched the finale with me tonight. Let me just say, thank you Ed Swiderski, for bringing me the trophy again. I may have stole you in the draft from Lindsay, but you were mine. I rooted for you when you left and when you came back. I always believed in you, and thanks for making me a winner.


Oh and yeah. I hope it works out with Jillian.