So my Blogger friend Temple has this cool thing she does called Flashback Friday. I asked her if I could steal and and she said yes. Then I got lazy and didn't even do it. But she did it again, and that makes me officially behind, so OK. I'm gonna do it right now.
(I copy and pasted all of this from her.)
So, this is how the game is played, kiddos. Use the "random date generator" (seriously, this exists) at
to pick a random date (I limited my search from 1990 through today) and then I took the random date and plugged it in to Google with "top 40 hits" and voila, I got the Top 10 Songs on that date. The idea is to choose one of the Top 10 Songs from your random date and then have a "flashback"!
(end of copy and paste from Temple's blog)
OK, well I'm not as smart as her. I tried to do the google thing and there were way too many options. So I pulled my random date,which was December 8, 1990 and then I googled "December 8, 1990 music" and I found a link to Billboard. ANYWAY....my song is Because I Love You by Stevie B.
So here's the scene. It's 7th grade in Manteca, CA. At this particular point in time, I've got a group of girlfriends and we all run like a pack of wolves. Angie, Jennifer, Beth, Priscilla, Selena, Dana, and me. We rolled deep. We were at the winter dance that I had absolutely no interest in going to. At that time, I only danced in Angie's bedroom or in Priscilla's living room or in my room. I didn't want to take my dancing skills (or lack of) public. But the girls went to the dance, so of course I had to go.
Much like now, I had to be different. I wasn't the prissy girl, but I wasn't some freak of nature kid either. I just felt like if I was going to waste my time going to a dance, then something cool had better happen. Well, nothing cool happened. All the girls were holding up the wall on one side of the cafeteria and the boys were holding up the wall at the other end of the cafeteria. I'm not joking when I say that it went on like this for at least a half an hour. It was lame. Finally, Amy and Charlie (two people I have no idea where they are now) met in the middle and slow dance to probably New Kids on the Block or something. Me and the girls snickered. Priscilla knew I was ready to head for the door. So she dared me. Back in those days, I couldn't say no to a dare.
She dared me to dance with the nerdiest kid in school. I can't remember his name name, but he had read hair and he was super smart. And he kinda smelled like pee and he always had pink eye. So I told her I'd ask him to dance when the next slow song came on. And of course, it had to be Stevie B., Because I Love You. Ugh. So I asked him and he got all excited and said yeah. Great.
According to iTunes, this song is 4 minutes and 20 seconds. I can tell you that in 7th grade, this song is 37 minutes and 42 seconds.
The nerd kid was shaking while he had his hands around my waist and we walked in a circle for 37 minutes and 42 seconds. By the time the song was over, his hormones went into overdrive and he smelled of B.O. and I had sweat marks on my shirt from where his hands were.
I hated all of my girls for the rest of the night.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Happy Sunday folks. Here's an update and the official start of the bff search. Let me just say that I have a serious case of ADD and Danielle gave me a swift kick in the ass to get me moving on this. So, here it goes.
Every Sunday, I'll post a new "challenge" or request for something that I need you to do. Danielle will be THE judge. We figured we didn't really want to do something that requires a lot of work, because if you're like me, you're already bored too. Haha! OK, so this week I'm asking a very basic thing from you. Add me to your My Space and/or Facebook. The link to my My Space page is here and my Facebook is here.
All you have to do is send me a friend's request and let me know you're from Blogger. Then Danielle and I will scour your pages and next Sunday we'll let you know who is in and who is out.
Sundays will be the big days for the New Internet Best Friend. I'll post a new challenge every Sunday and also follow up on the week previous.
So what do you get for winning the internet best friend? I will pimp your blog on My Space, on Facebook, as well as here on Blogger. And if you really want, I'll send you a signed picture of me. :)
So this is officially the the start of Round One. Imagine the sound of a bell ringing.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
However, from this minute forward if you see something on my blog that you deem worthy of being on your blog, please let me know. Otherwise I kinda feel like you just ripped my tongue out of my mouth so you could speak. Thank you and Happy Thursday readers!!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I got this from a fellow blogger. She didn't actually tag me, but her blog invited any and all readers to do it too, and so I am. Maybe this will even come in handy for my potential new best friend.
Tidbit No. 1: I'm really white. So white that I don't tan. I just burn, blister, peel, and then I'm white again. One time in high school I tried using tanning lotion and turned orange. So after that faded away, I thought I'd use foundation to add some color to my legs. In case you are not aware, foundation should ONLY be applied on the face. Unless you want make up rings on your socks.
Tidbit No. 2: I'm really competitive. I've been that way my whole life, but have only recently realized it. It doesn't matter what's going on. I always have to win whatever game I'm playing. If I don't, then the game sucks and I'm not friends with whoever kicked my ass for at least 5 minutes.
Tidbit No. 3: I really hate when the window is open when I'm sleeping if it's less than say, 70 degrees or so outside. I wake up with a horrific sore throat every time. James and I have tried to find a happy medium, but the sore throat results in me snoring and then him rolling me around the bed to shut me up. I don't win that battle. So every night, I don't like him for at least 5 minutes.
Tidbit No. 4: I really really really hate it when clocks are set to the wrong time. Right now, my computer clock says 6:32 pm, so I can promise you that every clock in my apartment says 6:32 pm right now as well. I don't know where this comes from, but I really cannot stand it when clocks say different times. If every clock is wrong, that's fine. But they all need to be in sync (not like the boy band). I might be a little OCD and I'm totally cool with that.
Tidbit No. 5: I typically don't care what people think of me. I don't care if someone sees me out shopping with my hair a ratted mess, make up all down my face, and wearing sweats that are 2 sizes too big for me. But if someone doesn't laugh at something funny I said, I take it very personally. Call me ugly, call me lazy, don't call me unfunny.
Tidbit No. 6: I can fall asleep at any time I want to and anywhere I want to. Doesn't matter the time of day, what's going on, or who's there. Give me 3 minutes with my eyes closed and I'll be dreaming in 4.
Tidbit No. 7: Whenever Danny and James are gone and I have the apartment to myself, I always plan to watch TV, read a book, pluck my eyebrows, and other assorted things that one can think of to get done when no one else is home. But almost every time I have the time to myself, I sit in front of my computer and waste my day away on MySpace, TMZ and Perez Hilton.
OK, so there it is. I'm not tagging anyone though. It's not that I'm too lazy, it's that I don't know how. Alright, I'm too lazy to take the time to learn how.
It's your turn.
OK, two followers, one person I know who reads my blog but isn't a follower, and any and everyone else. I have an update. If you read the post that I did last night, you'll know that I was pondering what makes one qualify as a best friend. Damn Paris Hilton. I half jokingly mentioned maybe starting a BFF friend search like Paris Hilton. Minus the skanks and parties and MTV camera crew. However, I have received 2 comments on people who said they'd be down to do it. Danielle thinks it's fucking hilarious (I might have over exaggerated a little), so we're doing it. We were just talking on the phone and started throwing around some ideas to get the ball rolling. She said I need to make a list of things I love and things I hate. So off the top of my head, here's what I have so far.
Things I Love:
*Sex and the City
*bad music (bad meaning Britney Spears. If you're laughing, you're automatically DQ'd)
*The Real Housewives of (fill in city here, except New York. I hate those bitches)
*ok....most reality TV
And now on to..
Things I Hate:
*when clocks are wrong
*The Real Housewives of New York
*worms, slugs, snails - basically all things that have less than one leg (people excluded) and things that have more than six legs
Alright. So there's the rough draft of the list. I'm sure it will change a million times because as I previously mentioned, I'm really forgetful and I can't think of anything else right now.
Danielle and I also discussed what does it mean to be an internet best friend. Like, what does the winner get out of it. I was thinking big and thought that the winner can have an all expenses unpaid trip to San Francisco and we can have lunch (of your choice because you're paying). She thought that was cool. Then she said that maybe the winner can also have an autographed picture of yours truly. Insert obvious one liner here (Save it because it'll be worth money some day).
We also need to come up with a list of challenges that can all be done online. So no, I won't ask anyone to eat a fetal pig's no no parts. I might ask you to post videos. Ohh...that one just came to me! Maybe you can even do my homework! Happy day! I dunno. We shall see.
And as if all this isn't already cool enough, Danielle's gonna do it too! I know you guys are jumping off your chairs and screaming like you just saw Brangelina walk into your living room. It's exciting, I know. I'm stoked too.
OK, so there it is. The stupid Paris Hilton idea runs through my mind onto my fingertips and onto Blogger. Should be fun and definitely interesting. :)
One sunny day late in January 2009, an old man approached the White House from across Pennsylvania Avenue , where he'd been sitting on a park bench.
He spoke to the U. S. Marine standing guard and said, 'I would like to go in and meet with President Bush.'
The Marine looked at the man and said, 'Sir, Mr. Bush is no longer president and no longer resides here.'
The old man said, 'Okay' and walked away.
The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to the same Marine, 'I would like to go in and meet with President Bush.'
The Marine again told the man, 'Sir, as I said yesterday, Mr. Bush is no longer president and no longer resides here.'
The man thanked him and, again, just walked away.
The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the very same U. S. Marine, saying 'I would like to go in and meet with President Bush.'
The Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looked at the man and said, 'Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mr Bush. I've told you already that Mr. Bush is no longer the president and no longer resides here. Don't you understand?'
The old man looked at the Marine and said, 'Oh, I understand. I just love hearing it.'
The Marine snapped to attention, saluted, and said, 'See you tomorrow!!!!!'.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Despite my keen sense of adaptability (is that even a word?), I'm not really much one for change. I used to like Facebook. Until they changed the layout. But yesterday, MySpace launched this new 2.0 thing or whatever it's called. I took to it quite well. In fact, I kinda love it. And I took down my Barack Obama layout for something less political and maybe more cute. Not saying he's ugly..I'm just saying something different that the seriousness of politics. Anyway, I like my MySpace layout so much that I have now made it my blog layout. There's a gazillion layouts out www.pyzam.com if you're interested. Just don't use this one.
I wasn't planning on discussing this, but the TV is on for background noise. And Paris Hilton is auditioning people for a new best friend. So it makes me wonder, 1. WTF happened to Nicole Ritchie? 2. Why would anyone want to be Paris Hilton's bff? 3. Why do they just keep giving reality shows to any and everyone?
I'm thinking, what would the criteria be to find a new best friend? Do people actually go out and meet friends with a mental check list of what their friends should or should not be? What makes your regular friends different from good friends and different from best friends?
No, I'm not the girl that doesn't have any friends. I have friends. And I have my best friend. Who I didn't like when I first met, by the way. I'm just curious what makes people decide who is who and what is what.
And I'm thinking that I should have a blogger best friend search! How cool would that be? But Danielle, you can't play. Read the fine print. It's not for friends and family. You're already employed here.
I think that when I figure out how to pimp out my blog and get more than 2 followers (thanks for the pity, Brittany) maybe we can make a game and have new internet best friends that we don't know. Thoughts?
FINE PRINT: Danielle cannot play this game.
Friday, November 7, 2008
If you know me, you know that I have the worst memory ever. Truth be told, in my 30 years of life, I've been through more than most people at the age of 50. And I'm OK with that. The past is what made me who I am today. I'm writing this blog now to rant and to rave about a couple different things in no particular order. I know I warned you guys before about my bad formatting in blogs and whatever else I decide to write. But you're a smart person, you can figure it all out. Well, most of you are smart people. I won't name names....but you, you know who you are, you really are an idiot. No nice way to say it.
Back to the topic at hand, this week has been one of the most memorable weeks in my lifetime. And there aren't really many that I can remember. I remember the week my mom died, I remember the week of my son's birth, I remember the week my dad's life changed forever, I remember the week of 9/11, I remember the week I left Minnesota to come back home to California, and I remember the week that James and I became one. I know that's kinda cheesy, but we're not married and I don't want to say we starting going "steady" because that's even more cheesy. But this week we as a country made history. And I didn't think it could be done.
****For the record, I did NOT vote for Barack Obama based on the fact that he is black.****
I voted for Barack Obama because I want the troops to come home and stop fighting a war that is not ours, I believe that a woman has the right to choose what she wants to do with a fetus that is growing within her, I believe that we need to come together as a country and help each other to get ourselves out of this mess that Dubbya put us in.
I have friends that are Republican. I respect every one's opinions. I also like to tease and joke with people and people always tease me and joke back with me. On election night, a friend of mine and I had a bit of a political comment war on My Space. All in good fun. But then, Barack Obama was announced the projected winner. And then all the sudden, this particular Republican friend of mine was no longer in the mood for teasing and joking. Apparently, no Republican was in the mood for happiness or positivity of any sort. Poor John McCain trying to give his concession speech had to tell his followers numerous times to stop booing and be proud and to give support to the new president elect. McCain's speech gave me more respect for him because he was such a supporter for the country that he loves so much, he was just honored to make the presidential ballot and honored that he still has the opportunity to serve the country he loves. He was very gracious in his loss.
I wish I could say the same for the majority of Republicans that I've encountered who took the loss with him.
Within hours, I was seeing people posting My Space bulletins saying how the country is going to hell. Our president elect supports terrorism. If he's not white, he's not right. He's Muslim. He's this he's that. Every American that voted for him is an ignorant person who voted for him JUST BECAUSE HE IS BLACK.
It amazes me how people are. I can guarantee you that if McCain had won the election, there wouldn't be all this trash talking. In my disgust for the way people are talking and posting these bulletins chalk full of lies, I changed my status on My Space to "Tiffany wonders why people can't lose gracefully". This caused a bit of friction with my friend as she thought I was taking target directly at her. We went back and forth with a few messages and I eventually was indirectly accused of believing views other than my own are not of value. I never said anything like that. I just am really disappointed in the way this is all being handled.
I read an article yesterday on ktvu.com that really saddened me. A black family in Pleasanton, CA with a Barack Obama sign in front of their home, woke up to slashed tires and the front door spray painted with threats. Can anyone please tell me what year it is?
I am disgusted by the way people are acting. I didn't vote for George W. Bush in either election. I didn't act the way these people are acting now. No one did. So it makes me wonder, since you damn Republicans keep pulling the race card, would the loss have been softer for you if Barack Obama's name was Bill Olson, he was white, and a Bible thumping Christian? Because that's all you seem to talk about. Does his religion really matter? Since when did being Muslim make you a terrorist? Does that mean that every Pakistani, every Afghani, every Iraqi is a terrorist too? Of course not. And for one to think that way, you'd have to have your head so far up your prejudiced ass that you smell shit for a week. I don't personally know anyone that voted for Barack Obama based solely on the fact that he is half black. Half!! The other half is white! But that doesn't matter either. He could have been blue with orange stripes and silver polka dots and I would not have cared less. His race is simply an added bonus to the package. I am excited for and proud of our country for electing him president despite his race. I never thought I'd see the day when we would have someone of color (black, Hispanic, Asian, Indian, etc.) in the White House. And you should be proud too.
I cannot wait for January 20th.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
WOW! I am so proud to be an American. I honest to blog didn't think that in my lifetime I'd see a black president. I am so happy that we have come so far, even though clearly, we have so far to go. I've never been so excited for an election. This is definitely one for the history books. I literally have tears of joy. So to everyone, thank you. Everyone's vote counts. We did it. My faith is officially restored.
Monday, November 3, 2008
I was going to blog about it like 2 weeks ago and I never did. I forgot. OK. I didn't forget. I got lazy. Blogging can be time consuming. And I have the attention span of a 4 year old drinking Red Bull.
I completed the Nike Run Like a Girl Half Marathon in San Francisco on October 19th. How you ask? I don't know exactly, but when I find out, I'll let you know. I didn't really train for it. I went to the gym avidly for the first few months after I signed up for it (I signed up in like...I dunno. March). The last 3 months I drove past the gym, smiled, waved, and kept on going about my business.
Someone in that sort of condition really has no business trying to complete a half marathon. 13.1 miles is a looooong way. Especially is San Francisco where the hills are HELLACIOUS. But I did. And my total time was 4 hours 35 minutes and 21 seconds. I did not run or job a single step of it. However, I did get some pretty bad ass blisters on my feet and tendonitis. What's even cooler is that I got a Tiffany's necklace for completing it. That certainly was my motivation to finish.
As I was going through the course, I noticed photographers in random areas. I figured they were just from local papers. Oh no. I was wrong. Turns out Nike was "nice" enough to have photographers take our pictures so they could spead them all over the internet. Since I did not even attempt to train or lose weight or do anything to actually resemble someone that runs, I'm not exactly overjoyed by these photos. Perhaps I'm being overly critical of myself. Perhaps I'm not. I figured maybe I should post a few of the pics here so that if anyone is going to make fun of me, you have the opportunity to do so to my face via my blog.....and now I'm realizing that I can't post them. So here's the link.
Here's my mile markers to prove I did it.
My name was also on the window of Nike Town (sans phone number for a good time).