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Monday, November 9, 2009

AWOOGA!

My friends & I all watch Keeping up with the Kardashians. At first it was kind of as a joke, but there is just something about that entire family that turned us all into addicts. Bruce Jenner and the way he gets continually disrespected for one... but let's not go down that road, because I really like Bruce Jenner. Turns out I also kinda like everyone else in that crazy family; while simultaneously wanting to tell them all to shut the hell up.

Of the 3 sisters, Khloe has always been my favorite. She's seemingly the most down-to-earth one of the entire bunch (with the exception of brother Rob, but he's a dude and is hardly ever on the show) and says exactly what she's thinking exactly when she thinks it. There was an entire show based around how she was convinced she was adopted, stemming from how different from the rest of the family she's always been. I think she could totally hang out with my friends & I, while Kim, Kourtney and their mom Kris go spend money at Versace, is all I'm sayin'.

Last night was the big 2-hour Khloe & Lamar Odom engagement/wedding episode. Lamar, if you don't already know, is an L.A. Laker.

I usually don't really care about people's engagement/wedding rings. I mean, I will compliment you on yours and will genuinely be happy for you; but I'm not moved by the size of the rock on your finger. I know too many women who wear pretty rings but have ugly marriages. That's real talk right there.

So, when Lamar proposed to her and the camera focused on the ringbox, I actually had an unexpected eye-popping moment:


I have never had that reaction to a ring. Other things*? Yes. Jewelry? No.


Judge all you want about the fact that they got married only one month after they met... the man can sure pick out an engagement ring:


AWOOGA!

I don't know if the marriage will last, but diamonds? Diamonds are forever! Or so they say.


*Ask me about my 25th birthday sometime. Unless you're my parents. Then, don't.

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