I’m in Rock Springs, Wyoming tonight. My knee is swollen to the size of my thigh. My head is killing me and the bed at the Quality Inn is sub-standard. But I’m here. I’m dedicated. I will press on through the pain and discomfort. Before I jump in and discuss last night’s AWESOME episode, I thought I’d answer some of the questions from the message board: Q: Are you writing
Work has called me to the Rocky Mountains. For the next week, I’ll be visiting Grand Junction, Colorado; Rock Springs, Wyoming; Dickinson, North Dakota and Billings, Montana. Oh Yah! Let’s hope and pray that I have a good Bachelor watching experience. More than likely, the post will be late on Tuesday night. I have to get up at the crack of dawn in order to squish as many rig visits
I’m going to go ahead and say it. I don’t hate Andy. Sure he’s a little on the dorky side, but his chachiness is in check. My boy can flirt, dance and is not afraid to blatantly tell the camera that mechanical bulls excite him. He’s not playing it safe and he’s giving every girl a fair chance by getting to know them. In other words, he embraces his dorkiness
The bull. The mechanical bull. Seriously? Seriously…
