New Life Goal

I'm challenging myself to create 100 total Pandora stations. Challenge accepted!! I currently have 57. It's on!

Quoting G'ma

"My pimpin' is slippin'."

Some Of You Have Heard This Story

Let's set the scene: it was the beginning of a beautiful autumn day and Bernie and I were admiring the foliage and the sunrise as we took an early walk.  As we were heading home, I looked up because I heard the garbage truck. And I had to do a double take. I swear for God, the garbage man had just done a back flip off the side of the truck. Hold up. What a minute. That was the lift lowering the can back to the curb. What's wrong with me?

Topic Revisited

Since I've thought about it the requisite ten years (which is my way), I'm officially going to get my nose pierced again. I may go this weekend and follow through on the impulse. I can do it! But I lie a lot. So it's possible I won't.

Worst Conversation Ever

A lovely back and forth between Bob and I.

Me: I hate love triangles. They enrage me.
Bob: The shape?
Me: Really?
Bob: Huh?
Me: I didn't say I had a love/hate relationship with triangles. I said I hate love triangles.
Bob: Ok. Are you drunk now? Wtf are you talking about?
Me: You're the one being confusing. I'm making perfect sense.
Bob: You've said "I hate love triangles" twice.
Me: And the first time I said it, you responded with "the shape?"
Bob: Because it makes no sense. You hate love triangles? The shape? Or I guess the percussion instrument?
Me: Love triangles, Bob. As in one person in love with two people.
Bob: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Oh, text messaging.

I'm Back!

I promise, promise, promise to blog more often! Hopefully there is still someone out there to actually read this message...