Taking a break

To all my readers:

I know I haven't been posting long, but I'm taking a brief hiatus from blogging. I'm at a time of the year where things are a little rough for me, and I'm not in the mindset to blog everyday. I do have some great things coming. And trust me, they'll be here soon.

It's The Grand Pumpkin Millhouse!

This KILLS me!! Happy Halloween everyone!!

http://jezebel.com/5074928/its-the-grand-pumpkin-milhouse

Thanks to Jezebel.com for having the video posted!

When TV Theme Songs Attack

Doesn't it make you crazy when songs get stuck in your head and no matter what you do they stick? I've had various TV themes in my head for about a week and no matter what I listen to, they won't go away. Here's the list:

1. The theme from The Jeffersons (once the lyrics go, I have the end credits with just humming in my head for hours)
2. The theme from Three's Company (especially the twangy guitar part in the beginning)
3. The theme from Diff'rent Strokes ("It don't matter that you got, not alot so what! They'll have theirs, you'll have yours and I'll have mine...and together we'll be fine!)
4. The theme from What's Happening!
5. The theme from Sanford and Son

Now I haven't seen any of these shows recently, but the themes keep popping into my head! I think this is a sign that I've been watching a little bit too much TV for...let's see here...all of my life!!!!!!

Why must I cry

I don't know why this video cracks me up, but here he is, for your viewing pleasure, Ladies and Gentleman, Reh Dogg. And if any of you out there can please tell me why? Why must he cry? I would greatly appreciate the input.

My Oh Mylie...My feelings on the Cyrus Clan

Look at this picture of Noah Cyrus, courtesy of perezhilton.com. Am I the only person thinking "what in god's name is going on here?" I mean really, is this a Halloween costume, or is this the outfit this kid really wanted to wear? Is it just me, or does she look like a shrunken Lindsay Lohan?? This really leads me to wonder about the ENTIRE Cyrus family.

Who's parents would let their kid leave the house looking like this? Who on earth told Miley it was okay to dance on a stripper pole during the teen choice awards? Why are these Disney kids becoming whorey so much earlier in life?? I blame Billy Ray, he's like Jessica Simpson's creepy dad Joe, only a tad bit more subtle.

It all started with the unfortunate hit "Achy Breaky Heart" I had no idea then that this one hit wonder would spawn a family of "singers" and "actors" I will no hesitate to admit I have watched Hannah Montana and I HATED it. I know Billy Ray had his own "hit" show Doc on that one religious channel, but the man is the worst actor ever, how is he still getting work?? Miley's not so great herself with the singing or acting chops, yet kids all over the world are eating the broad up. I don't get it!!

This leads me to my Miley theory, I think that Miley is trying to out tramp Britney Spears, but I hate to break it to ya Miley, everything you're doing Britney's already done, more than once, and better than you! So you may as well find your very own K-Fed now and get knocked up at 16 if you really want to shake things up.

Then there's the weird brother that's in that group Metro Station, they had that one "hit" "Shake It" that was unfortunately catchy and had me as a fan until I realized it was the workings of a Cyrus. I have no idea what the kid's name is, so I just call him "The Weird Cyrus Brother." I don't know what it is about him but he's uber strange, and he doesn't look like any of the others.

I have so much more to say but I'm limited on time this morning, but trust me, as the blog turns, there will be another study of the Cyrus clan. I'm waiting for Miley's next big mistake.

Coming Soon....

Hello to all my readers, stay tuned, coming soon "My oh Mylie : My feelings about the Cyrus clan" Inspired by this photo of Mylie's little sis courtesy of Perez Hilton.

Two 40's and a Big Mac...

I've been chatting it up with my good friend Dee the last few days and we've been reminiscing over some crazy times had over the years. This is when we started talking about one of my funniest (Mis)Adventures, the story of Two 40's and a Big Mac. Since I haven't yet blogged about any of my (Mis)Adventures, I decided this would be the perfect story to start with.

I met this young man who we'll refer to as "Nofamine" at a bar (mistake #1) on my 29th birthday, now I'm not going to lie, I'd had plenty to drink that night, my birthday has always been a night for everyone to let loose and party, and what a party it was! Somehow, I don't remember, "Nofamine" and I exchanged phone numbers (mistake #2). Two days later while I'm grocery shopping, "Nofamine" calls to see if I'd like to go out, I figured what the heck and agreed (mistake #3). We decided to meet up a few days later in downtown SF for an after work cocktail.

We ended up meeting a few days later and we had a pretty good time. We decided we'd hang out again a few days later. I gave "Nofamine" my address (mistake #3) and that was that.

A few days later, "Nofamine" comes by and ends up having some beers and hanging out with me and my roommates. Halfway through the evening "Nofamine" gets huffy and decides to leave, he asks me to walk him to his car, a white Ford Bronco, the same year and color as the famous O.J. Simpson escape vehicle (and he was mighty proud of this...I should have run for the hills that exact moment). We get to his car and "Nofamine" is being whiny because he didn't want to hang out with my roommates, he just wanted to hang out with me. I'm like, "really, do you need me to call the wahhhhhhmbulance for you??." Here is where I made the ever so famous mistake #4, I agreed to hang out with "Nofamine" on the weekend. He said he'd meet me at my apartment at noon that Saturday.

Saturday comes and I'm sitting in my living room watching TV when the doorbell rings. I open it, and there stands "Nofamine" holding in his hands two 40 oz.'s of Mickey's and a Big Mac. The kicker here is I was dumb enough to let him in (mistake #5), and BOTH 40's were for him (not like I wanted one!!) and he offered me a bite of the Big Mac.

This encounter lasted all of 45 minutes. I gave "Nofamine" enough time to drink half of one of his 40's and devour his Big Mac before an argument ensued. "Nofamine" was under the impression that "hanging out" meant, "getting lucky" when I informed him he was sadly mistaken, I was referred to as a slut. Funny, I'm a slut because I'm not hooking up with you??

The 45 minute visit with "Nofamine" ended with the following:

Me: "Get your shit and get out of my house"
"Nofamine" - "Damn girl, can't I even finish my drink first??"
Me: "Finish it on the way to your car!!"

I escorted "Nofamine" to the door and threw him, his 40 and a half, Big Mac box, and his jacket out. I later did some research online and found that "Nofamine" had a girlfriend that he was living with. I sent her a friendly anonymous email letting her know what her "wonderful boyfriend" had been up to, and "Nofamine" was history!

The moral of this story : If someone (read: anyone) shows up at your door with 2 40's and a Big Mac, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!