it really makes me wonder...

1. Why did Mariah Carey marry Nick Cannon?
2. Why are my teaspoons from Ikea so ridiculously small?
3. Why does my son watch WWE on the internet?
4. What is the appeal to golf?
5. Why do I seem to always fall ill on New Year's?
6. Why does anyone care about Brad and Angelina?
7. Who the hell is Cash Warren and how did he get to marry Jessica Alba?
7a. Further, what's the big fucking deal with Jessica Alba?
8. If there are generics for medicines, who chooses to purchase the brand name?
9. How do I get all these stains out of my carpet?
10. Why do men say "we" when they really mean "you"?
11. Why can't I just inherit like a million dollars so I don't have to work?
12. Where are Carmen Sandiego and Waldo?
13. Why would someone with no job spend their days fishing instead of looking for a new job?
14. Why is David Beckham married to Posh Spice instead of just hooking up with me?
15. Why is it that now I have $30 in iTunes credit, but can't think of anything to buy with it?
16. Why does my iPod say it's 4:12 am when it's really 9:36 am?
17. Why am I still checking work email on my day off?
18. Do you have answers to any of these questions?
19. Is it just me, or does the new Kanye album kinda suck?
20. Does anyone really like I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry or does everyone just sing it because it's so damn catchy?
21. Why do I wake up every morning at 4 am on the dot..but only for about 3 or 4 minutes?
22. If termites eat wood, then why are there balls of wood left behind?
23. Why doesn't spell check on the computer recognize the word internet?

I was tagged a month and a half ago....

I've been tagged by Danielle! This means that I have to tell you eight random facts about myself and then tag eight other people. Yay! So, here it goes:

1. I've been avoiding Blogger for the past month and a half because I didn't get a good turn out for my internet BFF search and didn't feel like explaining it to anyone. Sorry.

2. I hate the Yankees. Hate them hate them hate them.

3. I'm currently on a mission to find a pink Nintendo DS for myself. Actually...I'd settle for any color except blue. But I really really want a pink one.

4. When I'm excited I don't just say yeah. I say yeah yeah yeah yeah. I didn't notice this until someone pointed it out to me a couple months ago and everyone in the room laughed and said that I do.

5. I am maybe one of the most impatient people on the planet.

6. My dream job is to be a "cut man" - scratch that - "cut chick" for UFC fighters. I want to wrap hands before fights and stick gobs of Vaseline onto fighter's faces in between rounds when they have 3 inch gashes on their foreheads.

7. I have recently realized that I don't really give a shit about anything serious that most adults care about. Meaning as long as my family and I have a roof over our head and food in our stomachs, that's all I really care about. I don't care if I own the roof or rent it hourly. I just care that it's there. You come into the world with nothing. You can't take it with you when you die, so who cares. Everything is replaceable. Material shit is just that. I think people forget that.

8. I love to eat fondant right out of the box. There's no need to put it on cake.

Now that you know 8 random facts about me, I want to know some about you! Here are the fellow bloggers I've tagged:

http://pmc40.blogspot.com/
http://hawk052.blogspot.com/
http://alwayschasingcars.blogspot.com/
http://chichiluv2.blogspot.com/

Ok, so the tag rules are as follows: Each player starts with eight random fact/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog post, you need to tag eight people and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’ve been tagged and to read your blog.

how fucking cool is this?

So here's the story. Way back in like..I dunno, March I think, James, his uncle Kenny, his aunt Lisa(who is a very good friend of mine) and I happened upon a hookah bar in Foster City. None of us had ever smoked hookah, so we kinda sorta ditched the family for a little bit to go check it out. We all loved it. Flash forward to August of this year when Sami, Debi, and Shawn all bought me a hookah for my birthday. I was stoked. And I freely share the hookah wealth.


I brought the hookah to a family gathering for Thanksgiving where Lisa and I chilled and smoked the hookah. I thought..how cool would it be to buy her one for Christmas? So I did. Then she emailed me a couple days before Christmas telling me that Kenny gave her an early gift and it's a hookah. Great. Just great. Then James says, "Why don't you just send one to Danielle?" Duh! Why didn't I think of that?

So I spread the good news to Danielle. And she's stoked. Today, she sends me a text telling me that she's going to send an iTunes gift card to me via email to thank me for the hookah because I refuse to let her pay me for it.


This is where the story gets cool.

Danielle sent it to the wrong email address. And the guy, who's name is Tom, was nice and honest enough to email her back and tell her he's not me. Even better, he asked her to have me email him because he's been getting my email for months.

I emailed Tom and thanked him for not being a total douche by not stealing my iTunes gift card. Then, because I'm so unashamedly nosy, I looked him up on My Space and realized that he just might be the male version of Danielle and me. So we chit chatted back and forth over email for a little bit and found out that there is a small possibility that we could be related.

How fucking cool is that?

so....the bff search

I'm over it. I only had two people volunteer. Thanks Temple and Angie. It's done and over. Moving on...

Flashback Friday on Sunday

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

http://sqa.fyicenter.com/Online_Test_Tools/Random_Date_Time_Value_Generator.php

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.

Gross.

I hated all of my girls for the rest of the night.

New Internet Best Friend Part II

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.

imitation is the sincerest form of flattery

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!!