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Well thus endeth another season of Celebrity Apprentice, with some country singer I have never heard of until this show came on winning over Marlee Matlin. Kudos to John Rich for proving that country musicians are just as smart as anyone else (a fact I never questioned - see Trace Atkins from previous Celebrity Apprentice shows), but that many male country singers REFUSE to remove their stetson's. Must be the killer hat head or something. I mean come on now - do you sleep with it on too?

This is not the blog to recap the show - there are many others for that. Instead, a couple of random observations from the show.

- First off, what is the deal with Lisa Rinna's boobs? Literally every shot of the jury showed her fun bags in the background. You could not concentrate on anything anyone even said when all you saw was boob in the background. Heck, even my favourite fake boob person on this show Ivanka was jealous. Meat Loaf was crying over them. I was waiting for Trump to ask her boobs who he should fire.

- Where was Dionne Warwick? Now I am a child of the 60's and I love Three Dog Night. My mom played that "Joy to the World" LP (kids, these are those big round discs you had to play on a record player before tapes and CDs came into existence) endlessly. To see Dionne pull the me only stunt during the show put new meaning into her hit "One is the loneliest number" song. Then to not show up for the reunion. Unacceptable. Maybe she was helping care for Jose Canseco's mom.

Speaking of boobs again, anyone watch Survivor this past season? Maybe it was just me, but this season, I seemed to notice the camera angles of many scenes aimed at, how shall I say, naughty parts. Yes, we all saw Philips pink gonch. Erase that memory from my mind. But we also saw many upshots of the female hoo-haw from different angles. Butt shots, crotch shots, you name it. Yes there was always underwear to cover what would become an R-rated shot, but my gosh, I thought I was watching Girls Gone Wild - Survivor style.

Was I the only one who noticed this?

Wow, has it been that long?

OK, so I decided to take a nap back in November, then magically fell into this dream where I was an innkeeper for a cottage in Vermont, and there were these three brothers, two if which shared the same name...Darrel...

Enough of that. Anyone who did not recognize the above did not watch TV in the 80s, or was it 90s I dunno.

Well I am back, energized, ready, blog ready. I even watched a wealth of Celebrity Apprentice and Undercover Boss episodes, but we won't talk about that right now. Although Ivanka's boobs continue to mesmerize me.

I have one basic, somewhat rhetorical question. Who the heck brings their newborn kid to a playoff game, then complains that its too noisy? Maybe its just me, but perhaps the raucous crowd environment and crazed drunken behaviour is perhaps not the best setting for ensuring "bebe" can get some night-night time.

Chances are, these are the same people who decide to stand in the middle of the concourse to talk, despite the fact they have clogged access to thousands of drunken idiots wanting to take a leak - me excluded of course. I'm just saying.