Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous

So....


What'd you all think of the Bachelorette Finale?!?

Come on girls, our lives don't get any better than this reality TV gold!  Let's talk, talk, talk, talk TALK!

My thoughts:
- The break up with Arie was painful.  And not just for Arie.  For all of us.  Cut to the chase already, Emily, you're making a lot of people suffer through this!  You're really going to let him put fake love potion all over your arms?  STOP THE SUFFERING! I BEG OF YOU!
- Bringing Arie back during the After the Final Rose was even more painful.  Really, Emily?  Telling the dude to leave his journal at the door and then never reading it?  Ouch!  Good thing you've got Jef to call Arie for you and give him some closure.  Jef, you're my hero.
-Best moment of the show- Jef somersaulting into the pool wearing pink goggles.
- Loved the proposal speech.  I don't care what you say, Jef is golden and I'm happy they're together.
- I am disappointed that they didn't get married today, even if only to say to all of you that I was right when I predicted it here.
-I want to go to Curacao.
- Chris Harrison is so obviously in love with Emily it's gross.  I don't know if it's harder to watch his heartbreak or Arie's.
-Arie for next bachelor?

Now... on to bigger and better things. The most exciting thing ever happened to me this weekend! There I was, eating lunch at the soup and salad joint in town. Hubs and I were just getting up to leave when a boy came over and said, "Excuse me, are you Bonnie?" In those few seconds, my mind was racing fast trying to figure out how I knew the kid. I studied his face, I racked my little brain, but ALAS, nothing was coming!!  In less than two seconds I had determined that I had never seen this boy before in my life.

"Uh... yes... I'm Bonnie."
"Oh, my friend, Madison, over there. She reads your blog and she recognized you. You should go say hi."

So I did. Hubs and I went and said hi. There was a whole group of young uns chowing down on their clam chowder. I didn't really know what to say, "So... you read my blog, eh? So I guess that means you know I'm a reality TV addict and that I steal underwear from Victoria's Secret? Cool.  Welp.  See you later." Of course I didn't say that.  I don't know what I said, I just know that I was extremely awkward and weird and didn't know what to say or do.  Then, do you know what that sweet thing, Madison, said to me?!? She said, "It's so cool to meet you!  You're like famous!"

DID YOU HEAR THAT?!? I'M LIKE FAMOUS!!

Madison, if you are out there, reading this somewhere in the vast universe, know this. I love you. And I love you for saying that. With all my awkward little heart.

As soon as we were out of the restaurant, I couldn't help but jump up and down, "I'm famous, Hubs! Did you hear that? I'm famous!" Hubs rolled his eyes and said not to let it go to my head.

TOO LATE!

I was living high for about 24 hours, getting used to the life of a famous person. Wow, I thought, this is how old Kim Kardashian must feel like! I'm going to start having to go out in disguise so the paparazzi doesn't pummel me!  Soon people will be asking for my autograph! Good bye to my days of casual public dining!  This life of a celebrity is certainly going to be difficult.

Then. This afternoon, my Uncle Glen brought everything back down to earth for me. "I hear you've got a blog, Bonnie?" "I do," I replied. "Yah, people tell me I should read it. But I just never do."

Nothing like an honest uncle to put you in your place, huh?

And so, my friends, I guess we have all learned a valuable lesson here today.  Everyone's days of fame and fortune must come to an end.  One day you're in the limelight, the next you are falling into obscurity.  My fame was shortlived, but boy, was it awesome.  Thank you, Madison, for this incredible journey you have taken me on.

I will never forget you.

I have a theory!

Come one, come all, to the fabulous dumping of pictures!  It's been a busy week for Bon and Hubs and I guess we could say the painting job has been all but neglected.  

Oops.

But that doesn't matter because I was having fun with Hubs!

Also, while we're on the subject of Hubs, he is requesting that we all refer to him from now on as "Sir Hubs."  What think ye fellow friends?  I said no because he is not a sir and he said he is because he was knighted but, Hello, I think we all know that is a lie!  When would Hubs have had time to get knighted?  Then he suggested Captain Hubs and I said that's way too cheesy even for me. He came up with Private Hubs next, but then he shut that one down himself, deciding that it might open the door for too many dirty jokes.

And so he's back to pushing for Sir Hubs.  Please, for my sake, tell him he must give up on this idea!!  I don't' think I would be able to live with myself if I referred to my husband as Sir Hubs.  And I'm pretty sure you'd all stop reading this blog.

Before I dump endless pictures of you, I've got a suspicion about Sunday's finale of The Bachelorette.  Hear me out on this one.  Emily is going to marry Jef.  On Sunday.  Instead of The After the Final Rose ceremony they are going to shock us all with a live wedding.  Except me.  I won't be shocked because I followed the clues and cracked the code like the true detective I was born to be.  (Also, Hubs has the audacity to say that I am "obsessed" with Jef.  Rude!  It's not like I ever talk or write about him!  Only here  here here and here!)

Reasons I believe Jef and Emily are getting married on Sunday:

1.  The finale is on a Sunday, not a Monday like it always is.

2.  Emily and Brad had wanted to do an on air wedding instead of the after the final rose ceremony, but Emily still had too many doubts with Brad so they didn't.

3.  At the Men Tell All Chris H. said, "I'd ask how you're doing with your man, but no, everybody will just have to wait until Sunday."  If it were a normal scenario, why wouldn't he just ask her?

4.  Emily loves attention and loves spotlight and she seems pretty fond of money so it would totally be just like her to have ABC pay her to get married on TV.

5.  The premiere of the finale was edited to indicate that Emily chooses no one.  But she seemed so gosh darn happy at the Men Tell All.  The woman was practically emitting butterflies and rainbows!  I think we all know the season didn't end badly for her.

6.  They edited the premiere to look like Emily chooses no one to throw off smarties like me from figuring out that they are getting married.  But I am much too wise to be deterred by those ABC editors.  And on Sunday, when Jef and Emily DO get married, you all owe me $100.  Deal?

And now.... PHOTO DUMPING...

I went down to the Shakespearean festival in Cedar City with my mom, sisters, and sisters-in-law.  Conversations included all things that only women would enjoy talking about.  I kept thinking some man was going to barge in and make us change the topic because he was bored, but no man was there!  So we talked on and on and on about all things that women love.  We talked three hours down, three hours back, and even stayed up until 2 am just chatting!  Sometimes it's just good to be with the girls.  Although, heavens knows, I did miss Sir Hubs.

Only one little mishap in Cedar City- a dead battery.  We stopped a stranger to help us and later found out it was my sister's husband's brother.  SMALL FREAKING WORLD!

Back from Cedar City and up to the cabin to celebrate Hubs' birthday.  The old man turned 24.  Here's my birthday tribute to him if you missed it.

He makes this face when he pretends he's blind.  Please don't take offense.

I got Hubs a new wedding ring for his birthday because the old Sir Somebody lost the first one, but I won't embarrass Sir Somebody by saying his actual name but I think we are all following, right?  Now I can once again establish Hubs as MY TERRITORY.  Isn't that what wedding rings are for?

Gearing up the fishing poles.

I caught a couple of fish myself but had to stop because I was inflicting too much pain on the innocent things.  Somehow I always managed to catch the fish so that  they swallowed the hooks.  Getting a hook out of a fish's stomach while its bloody guts come spilling out is... oh you want me to stop?  Ok.  But I think you get my drift.

The highlight of the week was this morning when my best friend, Akasha, stopped by with her three little kids in tow.  They are moving from Pittsburgh to Los Angeles and stopped in Utah to say hi.  These are her two youngest kids- they are less than a year apart.  Now Hubs is in a mad fit of baby hunger and I have no idea how to cure it.  Ideas?

I know what you're thinking.
"What is going on with your hair, Bon Bon?!?"

I wish I had an answer for you, I really do.