Sisterly Conversations on: My Week with Chandler & Brit Brit

It's the most wonderful time of the year!!! No, not that most wonderful time. I'm referring to the other wonderful time of the year...the Fall return of all my favorite T.V. shows! Now, I've purged my DVR of all our old summer Olympics recordings, although it will be a bummer not to re-watch Tom Daley and his fantastic... dives (that really is what I was going to say)....You can check out our earlier Olympics posts for more on that. 

SO...the DVR is cleared and ready to let the Fall T.V. shows take over! After each week of the start of all my favorite shows, as well as some shows that I will be checking out for the first time, I will let you all know what I think. Which stars are trying to make it big again? Are some of these shows worth watching or not? (See last season's disaster show "Whitney" if you want to know about a show that was NOT worth watching. *Cough cough* annoying *cough*).


This week consisted of two of my favorite things: therapy and BRITNEY SPEARS.


NBC's Go On (Tuesdays at 9/8 PM) stars the always hilarious and sarcastic (me? a fan of sarcasm?) Matthew Perry. Now my friend, Cristina, also known as Xtina to those of you who know and love her, recently got me to sit down with her and watch at least 8ish episodes of Friends from the very beginning. In the past, I was never able to get into the show. But, I am telling you, that Chandler Bing is HILARIOUS. Ok, I know I am stating a fact that everyone has probably been aware of since the 90s, but his undeniable wit is sooo attractive and has allowed me to look past his vests and parachute pants from his Friends years. 

Needless to say, so far so good with Go On, as he seems to be carrying on the sarcasm, biting jokes, and dark humor. The show has some good substance and lessons to it: Matthew Perry plays Ryan King, a sportscaster who recently lost his wife when she died in a car accident due to texting and driving (a nicely planted PSA from the celeb: DO NOT TEXT AND DRIVE... In order to return to work, Ryan must attend 10, yes 10, sessions of grief group therapy. That is a lot  of sessions in the therapy world...unless you're a Freudian. Then 10 sessions is pretty much the Cliff's Notes version of therapy (sorry, psychology nerd coming out). Ryan thinks he's too cool for school and just wants to breeze through the sessions and not participate, get to know anyone, or let out any of his emotions surrounding his wife's death. He comes to the sessions and tries to shake things up, much to the dismay of the therapy group leader (who, by the way, isn't even a licensed professional! Ethical dilemma...Yow-za!). Anyways, there are many hilarious, yet touching moments in the first two episodes. This show portrays the main character as having a tough shell, covering up his pain with humor, but in reality he cares about getting to know and helping his fellow group members. It's funny but quite touching...I even got a little choked up at a couple parts and I. Never. Cry. Check out this short clip from one of my favorite scenes so far! Like, I said, Ryan comes in trying to shake things up and because of his contradictory approach to do something different in group therapy and judge who has the most depressing story (kind of an actual therapy technique in real life) the group members love him! 

I'm excited about "scary" Anne...because she is scary. And funny.

Now, prepare yourselves...prepare yourselves to witness an obsession. When I was in middle school, I recorded the 2000 MTV Video Music Awards, on VHS, so that I could watch Britney Spears' rocked out rendition of Oops! I Did it Again. Oh, and watch it I did - over, and over, and OVER. I have never been very well coordinated when it comes to choreography, but I was determined to learn this dance. After I figured out that I would never be able to do it because the camera cut away during key steps of the routine and it was too difficult to rewind and pause the video tape, I then became determined to get abs like Britney Spears. See below video for life inspiration:

Needless to say, 10+ years later I am still working on getting that six pack, but hey, I may actually have a better body than Britney does now (post birthing 2 children and having a psychotic break). Who cares...she is still a goddess. But this time, in the first two episodes of the X Factor, I want to be Britney's best friend not because of her body and killer dancing abilities, but because she is a badass who doesn't take nothin' from no one!  You see, V and I have this look that we give people when we are annoyed or not amused that we like to call "The Straight Face." It comes from this commonly used emoticon   :|  or another form of "The Straight Face" emoticon -_- . Of course, the nation has also adopted another popular version of "The Straight Face" from another one of my heroes, McKayla Maroney:

Really McKayla's is more of a pucker, but either way not impressed/unamused.

Throughout the X Factor, Britney gives her facial rendition of complete and utter lack of amusement and disgust through what will now be called the "Britney Face" (take note, V). Britney makes this face when she pretty much wants a contestant to get their sorry self off her stage (no, not the X Factor Stage, her stage). She even gave the "Britney Face" to a male contestant who helped her sing a duet on her very first album! Cold as ice that Britney. Britney likes to change it up a little with her signature face, so take your pick of how you would like for her to look at you if she ever heard you sing. Hey, at least she would be acknowledging your presence on this Earth. What more could a person want!?

Britney: Not Impressed.

Britney: Not Impressed mixed with confused (see, I told you she likes to change it up!)

I will always and forever be a fan of Brit, even when she makes some of the biggest screw-ups of all time. And what is even better, I am becoming more and more of a Demi Lovato fan. Now, as if you haven't already judged me enough for obsessing over Britney Spears, you can continue to judge me harder for loving little Demi. She, like Britney, has also made some mistakes in her short, Disney-star turned wild-child life. Perhaps it's the therapist in me having a heart for the likes of Britney and Demi. Demi's got it all, eating disorder, rehab and hospital stay, plus she was bullied a lot when she was young(er). What I saw on the X Factor  was that Britney and Demi have emotions. Britney seemed genuinely upset after her former duet partner shared about his struggle in coming out, and Demi broke into tears and later hugged a contestant when she talked about being bullied herself and sang quite an emotional version of "Who You Are."...Man, I would LOVE to do a group session with Britz and Demz (maybe I could write them and we could create our own version of Go On...I'll keep you posted.)

Stay tuned for reviews of next week's shows: NBC's  Revolution (Mon. 10/9pm) & Up All Night (Thurs.8:30/7:30pm) ! 

Sisterly Conversations on: The Secret Language

Hello out there! I know it's been a while since I've blogged. I've been out living life (aka: going to school and work) and have also been stuck in a mild depression after that last blog entry. Jeez, Alanna, way to be inspiring and also really, really depressing at the same time. I'd have to agree with most of the sentiments of that last entry. I don't want this to turn into a deep and depressing rumination on life, so we'll just leave it at that. I will admit that I, too, do some of my pondering of life's darkest mysteries in the car. Or the shower. In those moments as I'm silently cursing my creepy neighbor because he used up all of the hot water, and I'm left with a pissy little stream trickling out of the shower head, I think about what I would say to people if I had the chance to relive certain situations. I think about what my life would be like if I did some things differently. But mostly I ponder what my life would be like if it was a movie. Shut up, you do it too. I've decided that my final scene would end with me totally content with life, driving off into the sunset on a nice, breezy fall day. This is the that song would play me out as I drive off and the credits roll. 

Clearly, I've done a lot of shower time.

Anyways, moving on to the subject of this blog entry. I was listening to Pandora a little while ago and I thought "Hey! It's a Thursday. I like to be a little crazy. I'm going to make a Miley Cyrus Pandora station." Come on. Don't judge. You know you like the anticipation and anxiety that comes along with hoping the song that comes on next is Party in the USA. And there's a good chance that it will be. Because MyCy Pandora plays. a. lot. of. Miley. Cyrus.

I mean who knew she had that much music?! Not me. Otherwise I would've never made the damn thing. Anyways, at one point, one of the songs that came on was "Should've Said No" by Taylor Swift. 

Now, this song holds a special place in mine and Alanna's heart. We often like to make up words to songs or sing them in strange voices (her rendition of "Boyfriend" by the Biebs in a country accent is particularly fetching). On one such occasion, Alanna came up with some alternative lyrics to "Should've Said No." In this particular version, Taylor's man-friend said yes (which....isn't that the point of the song? He DID say yes......). Anyways, her alternative version was "should've said yes, then....." and because nothing rhymes with "yes" the word "sexed" seemed apropos. So, I was going to write on her wall "should've said yes, then.......sexed" but then I realized that without some background story, people were going to read it and think we were freaks.

Which is when I realized: WE ARE. We have this weird little language that I'm pretty sure I'll regret decoding for you, but which I am going to do anyways, below:

"i'm scared (seth cohen voice)": used to tell the other person that you are, in fact, frightened. the (seth cohen voice) denotation could be added if you were texting the other person. otherwise, it's just said in the seth cohen voice. example: 

me: the lights just went out at my apartment complex. i'm scared.  

source material: only the greatest show ever. i'm actually really devastated because i can't find the video on the youtube uploader to embed it, but just click on the link below and fast forward to 1:05. or watch all 4 seasons of The OC and maybe it will pop up somewhere. i won't tell you which episode. either way, you won't be sorry.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIALKOiJuDs

"(insert verb here) on the Barry Gibb Talk Show": this one is relatively new to the language. it's basically an alternative way to say you're doing whatever the verb is. example:

1. alanna: i'm at a bar and i'm flirting it up on the Barry Gibb Talk Show with Johnny Johnson.

2. me: i'm going out to party it up on the Barry Gibb Talk Show with my work friends!

source material: i mean really? you don't know this already? shameful. well here it is if you've been living under a rock, or have bad taste in humor and have never seen it before.

"hiliary clinton/hilz clinton/hiliary": used in place of the word "funny". example:

1. me: you should read my newest entry in the Sister Blog!

alanna: it's hiliary?

2. alanna: The Hangover was Hilz Clinton!

source material: alanna and i went to what can only be described as a pep rally in Robstown when Hillary Clinton was running for president and some lady, in true Corpus fashion, had a sign that said something about Texans for "Hiliary". Yes, Hiliary. needless to say, it sounds like "hilarious". because it is. 

oh here's a photo of me and my friend Jordan from that day for good measure.

"rude boy/calling you rude boy/rutabaga/rudyard kipling": all various euphemisms for the word "rude". example:

1. me: i finished watching The Bodyguard without you.

alanna: rude boy!!

2. alanna: i'm going to Harry Potter world.

me: rutabaga bush!

source material: i don't know. anything that has the word rude in it? any word that looks like it could have the word rude in it?

"like such as the Iraq": perhaps the most difficult to define, much like the video from whence it came. usually used to cut someone off before they can start listing things. example:

alanna: when are you coming to visit me?

me: i don't know. i have a lot to do this weekend, like....

alanna: like such as the Iraq?

source material: it needs no explanation.

anyways, there are many more complexities to the sister language that I don't feel like explaining. it's probably for the best. i mean i doubt we have any friends left after they read this. hey, but we have each other right?! and you....if you think you can master the language.

Sisterly Conversations on: The Mushy Gushy Stuff

So, in the last few (ok all) posts in the Sister Blog, things have been humorous, sarcastic, and fun! Just like the Sisters you know and love. But in my time spent traveling the long, lonely roads to visit family and friends this summer, or even just to grab some groceries at the HEB (a.k.a. H-O-E, hell on earth), I have done some really deep thinking. I usually tell my Lil Sis, V, everything, from boy drama, to work drama, to our occasional analysis of Lifetime movies. But sometimes, when I am alone in my car, listening to my Ipod, I think of some pretty serious stuff. So I thought it would be a good idea to share some of these thoughts with my sis (and anyone else who cares to read them). However, the only way you can continue to read on and hopefully get a sense of what I am feeling when I am deep in thought is to play the below song, one that inspires my best thinking, from M83. First of all, this band (one guy or more, I'm not sure) is A-MAZING. Second of all, this song was on the MTV Britney Spears documentary, therefore it can make anything anybody says or thinks seem profound and existential. Please, press play, and read on:

I think about how far I have come since leaving my hometown and going to grad school. I think of the people I have met and the people I have separated from, but who still support me, and the people I have left for good. It weirds me out to think how I have had some type of relationship with everyone I have encountered in my life. In one time span, they may have been the most important thing to me, and now I don't even know what kinds of things they like to talk about or do anymore.

I think about the places I have been and the things I have done in the past few years. When I am able to get out of my daily routine of work and school, I can't even believe that life exists outside of these things! Today when I was driving home from dinner, I saw what I assume to be a Somali woman (due to the neighborhood) walking down the median of a busy intersection carrying her groceries in a bag...balancing on top of her head!!! I mean, come on! You never see that...unless you are watching the Discovery Channel or some M.I.A. or Michael Jackson political music video. It just made me think about how much bigger this world is than what we each have going on in our own little sector of the city. I feel like wherever I go, the things I do and the people I am with can make it the most important place for me to be. Then I think about how everyone probably feels this way. So doesn't it make sense that everything going on in the world is important and meaningful?

I think about the future of course. Look how far I have come in just a few years, I tell myself. I have met people I can't picture living life without, I have explored new things and developed new interests that seem to make my life so much more enriched than it ever has been. I wonder what more will change in 4 or 5 years from now, when I am done with school. What will my boyfriend/husband/children look like? I'm praying to have at least one of those. If not, I hope I am having a lot of fun, with a lot of close friends (preferably not friends in the convent) ! 

I think about God. A LOT. My relationship with Him is so strange...like a roller coaster really. But not a crazy one that makes you feel sick at the end. More of a calm roller coaster that goes at a pretty good speed, but has a few twists and turns in there to keep life interesting. But I think I like this type of relationship with God the most. Of course, I usually wish it were easier and that I had all the right answers, knew what was going to happen next, and could make others see God and change their lives. But that never feels right to me.  What feels right is being real with people. Just knowing them, doing what they like to do, and appreciating them for who they are. So, if you've been by my side throughout my spiritual ups and downs, thank you. I also apologize to you if I ever made you feel bad about not being closer to God. You know God in your own way and a relationship and experiences with Him are more real than what any person could ever tell you to do.

What I think about most these days, when no one is with me and my brain has time to slow down and be quiet, is of a wonderful friend I had. Her name is Lucy. If you know me, you already know how big of an impact this woman has had on my life, and how much I still think of her today and model many aspects of my life around things she taught me. I have written a lot about Lucy: memories, tributes, advice she used to give me. Also, if you know me, you are probably used to me writing so much about her and you probably think you already know what I will say! But I am probably going to say something you have yet to hear from me: death sucks. It is the most unfair, confusing, and harsh experience those of us who are still living will ever go through. I can't figure out why, I can't have that person back. Despite all the memories I have, I can't relive them. Each time I try to remember Lucy's voice or laugh, it gets a little harder, and it scares me. I can think of all the things I would have, should have done or said, but none of it seems right. The one good thing about death is that it gives you hope and passion for life. Since Lucy's death, I have done more and more everyday to push myself. Not only have I pushed myself more physically and intellectually like Lucy used to influence me to do, but I push myself spiritually the most. I have never felt so close to God as I did right after losing Lucy. I literally felt like I was in His arms and they were both comforting me and doing amazing things in my life for months after she was gone. That is a feeling that cannot be topped by much.

Relationships, God, death; all the main points of this post, and all the most profound experiences we have as humans. I think that Lucy, and probably anyone else who has every passed away, was probably terrified at first. But I believe there comes a beautiful moment, one that I know my friend experienced, where all three of those things come together and life on earth and life in Heaven connect and make sense. 

This post isn't meant to motivate anyone to do anything, to give advice, to make people happy, sad, mad, etc. It's just meant to make you think like I think (and to take off some of the burden from my sis to not have to be the only one hearing stuff like this!) And to allow you to take a step back and evaluate what makes life beautiful and worth it to you.

Love,

Alanna

Sisterly Conversations on: Hotties of the Games

Good day Olympi-fans! As you all know, today marks the unfortunate end of the 30th Olympiad, otherwise known as the Summer Olympics of 2012, otherwise known as the thing that has been literally sucking up my time for the past 2 weeks. I don't know what I will do now that they are over, but they have left many special moments to reflect back on. 

There were many olympic highs and lows for me. Most of the lows involved me sitting on my couch after a long day at work, quietly shedding tears into a Lean Cuisine while watching Michael Phelps on the medal stand for the last time, Missy Franklin reuniting with her adorable parents after she won gold for the first time (thanks for the spoiler, Today Show commercial), Aly Raisman clinching gold for the women's gymnastics team, Lolo Jones' devastation at not medaling in the hurdles, OneDirection (who Al Michaels affectionately calls "One-D") performing in Olympic Stadium on the back of an 18-wheeler flatbed trailer, commercials like this: 

and generally crying anytime other people cried/showed emotion. Seriously, this was me every night:

(Gus is a "sympathetic crier" and I sympathize with that)

Despite the many emotional lows I (along with everyone else in the world) experienced, there were also many emotional highs. Many of them were mentioned in the previous post about the faces of the games. Well, not that mummy guy. I mean seriously dude, these are the OLYMPIC games, not the HUNGER games. I think you can afford an eye patch. Or at least a clean bandage. However, some of the highest of the highs came from watching what I refer to as........

THE HOTTIES OF THE GAMES!

I mean come on....did you think I would forget? Or that I wouldn't include pictures? I'll let these speak for themselves. You're welcome.

 Andy Roddick, American tennis player

  Cameron Van Der Bergh, South African swimmer (although less attractive now that he admitted to cheating during his gold medal race in the 100m breast stroke).

 Chad Le Clos, South African swimmer (his dad provided me with another emotional low after he openly wept on camera after Chad beat Michael Phelps in the 200m fly)

Cristian Savani, Italian indoor volleyball player

 David Beckham, all around British hottie and Olympic torch bearer

David McKienzie, American indoor volleyball player

James Magnusson, Australian swimmer 

Louis Smith, British gymnast

Marcel Nguyen, German gymnast

Mitchell Watt, Australian long jumper

Nathan Adrian, future lover. I mean what? Oh...American swimmer.

 Oscar Pistorius, the wonderboy South African runner who is a double amputee! And certified hottie.

Phillip Boy, German gymnast

Ricky Berens, American swimmer (and former Longhorn!!!!)

Ryan Lochte, American swimmer/I imagine America's #1 douche lord

Tom Daley, British diver (yes, he is 18. I checked)

Well fellow Olympi-fans! That's all! The olympics are over, but the hotties remain and can luckily be seen year round. Apparently they compete in other things throughout the year. Who knew? But consider me the world's biggest diving, gymnastics, swimming and track fan because of it! What's that you say? You want me to close out this blog with more photos of Nathan Adrian? I'd be happy to oblige.

Whatcha doin' to Natalie Coughlin there, Natey? HANDS OFF.

Sisterly Conversations on: Olympic Photos from a Smartphone

2012 Summer Olympics. What can you say really??? The past two weeks have been a series of sporting events that have been in a class of their own. If you've been living under a rock, specifically one that does not receive Wi-Fi or cable television access, you haven't seen the Fab Five U.S. Women's gymnastics team win gold, or witnessed Michael Phelp's "last race" (even though the Sisters are pretty sure he will be pulling a Brett Favre and will come out of retirement for the 2016 Olympics), or learned to love and hate Usain Bolt at the same time for his mix of cockiness and humility (is that possible?) each time he sets a world record. I also feel bad for you living under that rock because it's probably pretty uncomfortable...and dark.

...This Olympiad is different. We can relive the moments through YouTube and NBC.com. There's DVR to slow down and freeze epic moments, such as Tom Daley in his post-dive cool down in the shower (just as a completely random example). NBC really has a way of capturing the U.S. population's attention. The combination of seeing 18-20-something-year-olds winning their first Olympic medals after decades of practice, photo and video montages set to inspirational music by American Idol one hit wonders, and Proctor and Gamble commercial dedications to moms of Olympians have touched many of us. If you had been one of the patrons at the wine bar I was at the night David Boudia ran into the stands to hug his mom after winning gold in diving, you probably would have been concerned about my teary-eyed reaction (I only had one glass)!

So to catch you up on many priceless Olympic moments, here are some freeze-frame shots of the "Faces of the Olympians." Six months from now, after all the tourists and crazy fans have left London and Mustafina and all those other cry baby Russian gymnasts are being punished in their homelands for failing to win gold, these pictures will be worth all the memories!

Yes, you're a stud, and yes you are excited to be winning...but you shirt says BRA, dude.

Get down with your bad self! This Kenyan runner seems to be celebrating by getting his Stanky Leg on.

Whoa! Rachel Dratch, when did you start playing volleyball for Brazil?!

If I was his opponent, I'd forfeit. YOU WIN, Mummy Man. Just...stay away.

Recipe for making Alanna cry: put an Olympic runner on the stand to be awarded a gold medal after he won his race as a tribute to his grandmother who passed away during last Olympics. Gets me every time. Good job, Mr. Sanchez!

Mick Jagger? Umm...what?

Ahhh, such a classic juxtaposition: triumph vs. defeat, pride vs. sorrow, poise vs. poor-sport/get over yourself/you can't be the best at everything even if NBC says you are

Sanya! One classy lady. Bet you didn't know you had a fan club. As of right now there are only 2 members. Can we be your best friends?

And of course, the people you can never forget: Aly Raisman's parents. Man this must have been what my mom looked like during all my Spelling Bee & Choir competitions. Yep, I kept her on the edge of her seat of the same emotional roller-coaster that threw Mr. & Mrs. Raisman for loops each time their daughter landed a double back tuck back hand spring!

Well Olympifans, 2012 has been a summer to remember. So everyone have fun joining your local gym to use the swimming pool to improve your breast-stroke and reducing the time of your 15-minute mile, only to realize that you would probably feel a lot better if you just spent your time Googling pictures of Nathan Adrian or Alex Morgan. 

Signing off from London, Cheerio mates!!

-Alanna

Sisterly Conversations on: Olympic Sexual Innuendos

"She has three snatches, and they all look really good."

Good day, fellow Olympi-fans!! We are back at you live from London 2012! Really though, we're in Alanna's living room. Pity.


Today I will be discussing the inadvertent sexual innuendos that commentators often come up with in the heat of competition. The quote that begins this post is one of them, coming from some men doing commentary for women's weightlifting: a truly majestic and delicate sport. I'm not too sure what a snatch is in terms of weightlifting (or really why we are even watching weightlifting, other than the fact that we. are. dedicated.) but the remarks about her three snatches were my inspiration for this blog.


As you can imagine, many sexual refs come into play in the sport of volleyball. For example, there were many gems tossed out during the US women's match against South Korea. I almost said North Korea, but I've heard they get really angry if you mix them up. Or is that North Korea that gets mad for being confused for South Korea? Whatever. At one point, the rather attractive announcer let the whole world know that "Kim got stuffed".


........nice.


Of course there were various references to hitting, killing and spiking balls, all which sounded equal parts painful and hilarious.


Perhaps my favorite came in the women's breaststroke where Rowdy Gaines (the only person whose name I can remember....because it's Rowdy) commented on how good the female swimmer's breast looked. Of course, he was talking about her stroke (I hope) but he should take the time to add the word "stroke" afterwards next time, just to be on the safe side. Unless he really was talking about her boob.  I mean, I don't know what he likes. 

That's all for now, lads and lassies! I'll leave you with the diving Brit that just appeared on my television screen.

Ohh Tom Daley. So glad you're 18.

Sisterly Conversations on: The XXX Olympiad!

Hello Sister Blog fans! It's been a while...and we are live from London 2012! OK, we aren't really there, but they should have let us go. We've really started to embrace the culture: using British accents, watching Harry Potter in between commercials, and driving on the wrong side of the road (that didn't work out well). Day 2 of the Olymps and the Sisters have become quite the commentators. So far, we have recorded and watched approximately 20 + hours of Olympic coverage. We've seen everything from Her Majesty parachuting with Daniel Craig, Mr. Bean playing the piano, Croatian basketball players (is that an oxymoron?), and of course our favorite so far, the U.S. Swim Team performing "Call Me Maybe."

Move over Bob Costas, we'll tell you all about our faves/key players to watch so far:

A special swimmer has really caught our fancy. You may think we are referring to Michael Phelps - the man, the legend, the Subway avocado spokesperson. Really it's all about the Lochte though. Ryan Lochte that is. I mean, what is there to say, really? He's good at propelling his body through the water...umm, he can hold his breath pretty good...and of course he has lots of other aquatic talents. But there is something else about this supreme Olypian that really impresses us. We aren't really sure what it could be. What do you think?

Heyyy-oooo...

We have also become comfortable with having girl crushes on Olympians. It is completely normal and healthy (12 out of 13 psychologists approve). Take me (Alanna) for example. I've developed quite an admiration for Natalie Coughlin. I'm convinced that if I had been an Olympian/swimmer/athlete of any kind, I would be like Natalie: she is classy, sophisticated (wears pearls when she swims  !! ), and choreographed the above referenced CMM (Call Me Maybe - thanks for the abbreviation Sarah Pace!) video. *Sigh* My Hero!!

Who's a bad-ass?...THIS girl!

V has also has a girl crush/slight obsession with her old pal from UT, Destinee Hooker (yes, that is the name her mother so graciously gave her). She says she hopes that Destinee Hooker and Kevin Durant, another UT athlete/Olympian (in case you've never heard of him) get married and have ridiculously tall, attractive, superhuman Olympic babies. What I think is that she will be jealous and really wants D. Hooks to be her BFF for life.

Real conversation/commentating between the Sisters during the Olympics Women's Indoor Volleyball game:

Alanna: There's D.Hooks! You were friends at UT?

V: Yep, I stood in line next to her in the cafeteria. I was like [looks 5 feet above her in awe as if trying to see Destinee's face].

We've also been using new "Phrases of Destinee" while watching volleyball:

"You can't escape Destinee."

"Destinee is in control!"

"Don't fast forward! You can't rush Destinee!"

What V looked like standing next to Destinee in the UT sandwich line.

That's all for now, our fellow Olympi-fans! Check in with the Sisters later in the games for more of our opinions on sports, muscular physique, and tea and crumpets!

Too-da-loo, mates!

We. Love. You.