I wish I had a dollar for every time I spent a dollar, because then, Yahoo!, I'd have all my money back

I was beginning to think that those Real World kids were shallow and weird until that Ryan kid got called back to Iraq & they all pulled together and gave him a journal with a personalized entry dedicated to him from each of the roomates. How nice. It really got me thinking & before you think I mean "about how we show appreciation for the people we care about blah blah,,," NO, that's not what I mean....whatI mean is, it makes me think about how every single season of the Real World continues to annoy the crap out of me. Well, not all of it I mean there are still aspects of the show that I enjoy. I think year after year I keep watching, waiting for someone to be cast who has more than two brain cells. After that, it becomes more like a train wreck than a TV show. I can't turn away....its too astounding that such a thing is happening before my eyes.. anyway, I'm sorry that you will never get that 3 minutes of your life back that it took to read this. Happy Easter, God is love, Rev Run..

What did you just call me?

WTF is with this Twitter phenomonen?? I mean really... I don't want to have to cave in to this..I already do a shitty job trying to maintain my BEBO profile whilst keeping facebook friends up to date about the kind of day I had...So far, I'm not on board, but I guess its important to stay tuned...

Oh you know what time it is...

So it's wedding invitation time. Holy crap, where did the time go? Long engagement my ass, there's no such thing...
So I think I'm pretty organized in this department. I got every one's lists, I got every one's addresses. I have fallen in love with http://www.theknot.com/ - which totally keeps me focused. I often find that highlighting things and sticking random post notes amidst all of my papers and list makes me feel somehow that things are getting done... I often wonder what people did when planning their wedding before the Internet. I asked my cousin who got married in 1992. I was really curious because I think this would be 10 times harder & more frustrating then it already is without good ol' Internet. Anyway, back to 1992. I was 12 years old and commodore (sp?) computers and 16 bit Nintendo were my recipe for fun and I was patiently waiting for December to hurry up and come so that I could obtain my copy of "Much Music's Dance mix '92" cassette tape for Christmas. My cousin said that she depended on referrals for wedding vendors back then. The video guy suggested the photographer, the photographer suggested the flower lady, the flower lady suggested a cake guy. Yowza, sounds more like some kind of a treasure hunt or a cult initiation then planning a wedding. Maybe I shouldn't bitch & moan so much about this whole deal, clearly I have it very easy compared to the ghosts of wedding pasts...

Totally unrelated, but I have to get this out. I guess with the introduction of MTV Canada, people no longer feel the need to watch Much Music anymore. Much Music did not get the memo that kids don't care about "music videos" anymore, they care about reality TV shows about C list celebrities doing embarrassing and stupid things. I happened to wander onto this channel a few days ago and I was very sad to see what it has become. I'm not going to lie, its pretty bad. It was boring and it sucked. The kid with the purple hair did nothing to captivate me or make me even the least bit interested. I'm pretty sure that the only reason he got the job was because he had purple hair. "Oh yes, you are different and rebellious, you got the job". Give me a freaking break. Someone put that channel out of its misery...

(But not Much More Music, because I really like the VH1 likeness of that channel)

Dance like no one is watching...OR dance like you're in an ipod commercial

So my lap top crashed....again, and I had to bring it to Best Buy....again. But this time there is a dark cloud of gloom hanging over this repair. I tried to be a hero (me? never...that's ridiculous) and I tried to do a "system restore". This resulted in utter chaos. Everything was gone. My thousands (yeah that's right...I'm a bit of a picture whore) and thousands of pictures...just...gone. Another thing that pisses me off about my failed heroic efforts is my itunes. Kev bought me a slammin' (does anyone even say that anymore? If not, I'm going to try to bring it back) ipod for Crimbo that is 16GB and pink and engraved with sweet words. I have spent countless efforts perfecting several aspects of said ipod. Music, audiobooks, podcasts. I have used 9GB of memory on this bitch and I'm told that this is a lot. So anyway, the geek at Best Buy (hey now, that's what they want to be called) and his squad told me that there is a 90% chance that I can get my precious memories and tunes back. But of course, precious memories don't come cheap. It would cost me $200 to purchase the special memories that I have spent with loved ones. Ok...just get me my pictures back. I'll pay anything. I'm sure he knew that though (the desperation in my composure probably gave it away). So today I called and he started humming and hawing about how this is a very difficult thing to do and that they have tried 12 things that haven't worked. They have a few more options that they want to try and they will probably call me back. Yeah... that 90% doesn't seem so realistic now does it. I tried to get some sort of reassurance from him. I asked him if he thinks that further efforts will be successful. He "didn't want to promise me anything". I'm really and truly going out of my damn mind right now.
So...in conclusion, I want you to learn from my experience. If your job title doesn't have: geek, squad, engineer, technical super wonder of the world support or Bill Gates in it... then don't restore anything. Just don't do it.
That is all...

Chuck Norris

So I think the single best thing to come out of the internet, are Chuck Norris facts. I think these are things we all need to know. I fully believed that I was the only one in the world to know that Chuck Norris invented water. I'm glad that there are people out there that I can relate to..
Thanks internet.....

No Blogging in the Champagne Room

Look at me I'm blogging?
Like I don't try to push my opinions on people enough?
Thanks for the encouragment Nik Nak and J Money...
To begin my blogging career, I would first like to share with you some words of a song that I find both insightful and wise. These words propel me daily into life, and help me to face any challenges that could possibly arise..

Ladies and Gentlemen of the G. E. D. class of 1999,
I have one piece of advice for you,
No matter what a stripper tells you,
There Is No Sex In The Champagne Room!
NONE! Oh, theres champagne in the champagne room
But, you don't want champagne, you want sex.
And theres no sex, in the champagne room.

Dont go to parties with metal detectors.
Sure, It feels safe inside,But what about all those thugs waiting outside with guns,
They Know You Aint Got One

If a woman tells you shes 20, and looks 16, shes 12.
If she tells you shes 26, and looks 26, Shes Damn Near 40

Take off that silly ass hat.

The ODB couldnt have possibly committed all those crimes.
Coolio did some of that sh*t

Young black men:If you go to a movie theater,
and someone steps on your foot,
Let it slide!
Why spend the next 20 years in jail because someone smudged Your Puma!

Cornbread-Aint nothin wrong with that


If a homeless person has a funny sign,
He hasnt been homeless that long.
A real homeless person is too hungry to be funny.

Heres a horoscope for everyone:
Aquarius-You're Gonna Die
Capricorn-You're Gonna Die
Gemini-You're Gonna Die TWICE

No one goes to Hooters for wings

If you've been dating a man for 4 months,
And you havent met any of his friends yet,
You Are Not His Girlfriend

Some of the things I said may not apply to you.
Some of the things I said may offend you
But no matter who you are,
You must remember this one thing:
No matter what a stripper says,There Is No Sex In The Champagne Room