I don’t watch a lot of television.
But my DVR is set every Thursday night.
I am a Survivor Junkie.
I’ve watched Survivor ever since the very first episode aired back in 2000.
I remember sitting in front of the television, wishing wishing wishing that I wasn’t 7 months pregnant.
I know that sounds terrible, but seriously. Why didn’t that show come out two years earlier?
From that moment on, I’ve dreamed about being on Survivor.
I remember watching the season when the contestants were in Australia. People were severely dehydrated, their beautiful bodies became skeletal. A participant had to be evacuated because of injuries.
I still wanted to do it.
Each season has offered surprises.
There have been tribal swaps and fake merges. Sometimes tribes have been divided by gender; sometimes by age, once by race Sometimes both tribes have had to share the same beach. They introduced hidden immunity idols in Survivor Guatemala, and I thought: Freaking Brilliant!
I have watched contestants lie in an effort to win the big prize, and I have watched contestants struggle, trying to remain true to their morals knowing in order to win they would have to break their own personal code of ethics — if they wanted to win.
I have also watched contestants who have played for the love of the game. For those players, it hasn’t been about the money. It has been about the adventure.
Each season, I have thought, One day. I will be on that show.
I have applied before.
And I have been rejected.
My husband laughs at me. He says Survivor is played out. He can’t believe I still watch it. My son now watches with me, but he thinks I’d be voted off at the first tribal council.
The other day, I saw CBS was doing a casting call.
And I thought, My “baby” is 13 years old now.
I can do this.
I want to do this.
So I did.
I’d love to show you the video I sent, but I don’t know if that could get me disqualified.
But I’ll show you that I started out wearing this:
And then I ended up wearing this:
I really would love to know how I would do in such an intensely physical and mental game.
Right now, I am learning how to make fire without flint.
I’m reading up on all kinds of tips about how to survive out in nature.
Because I want this.
So cross your fingers for me.
Because, as dorky as it sounds, being on Survivor is my 13-year-old dream.
And I’d love to make it come true.
How do you think I’d do? And what ONE luxury item do you think would be wise to bring alone?
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Blogger Deb Bryan’s husband was on Survivor and you can be sure that when Deb wrote THIS interview, I sat up and paid attention! Ba.D, you better believe that if I make it through this round, I’m going to find you and ask for tips!