Listening to the radio....

Recently, I've been feeling my intelligence slip away as I listen to the radio. Specifically hip hop. I'm officially boycotting hip hop until, well until you guys say something worth hearing. No more, booty, booty, booty, booty, booty, booty, booty. WTF?!? I already think that I have a degenerative brain disease, I don't need music to support this feeling.

Double dog dare you

I went to the desert this weekend to get some sun into my skin. Ahhhh, so refreshing. I tell you this just seals the deal that I was a lizard in my past life. If any part of my skin touches the rays of the sun, it's over, that's it. I'm stuck with my head slightly raised and chin slightly tilted towards the sun, as if that extra centimeter aids in receiving greater amounts of UV rays. One of my favorite feelings...Soaking up the warmth. A cool 70 degrees set the mood for a nice hike to the abandoned gold mine on Lost Horse Mine Trail in Joshua Tree. On the way there we stop at a desert garden, where all around there are these amazingly spiky cacti around you. They've been nicknamed "huggy-bear cactus" or something like that. Very ironical as you can see from the picture.
You do not want to hug any part of this plant. This is where the double dog dare comes into play. The challenge was extended and declined by Dominique. So I extend the challenge to you guys. If you're ever in the area....I double dog dare you to pull a fear factor event and run through the field of cacti with out becoming a porcupine.
This old mine pumped out 9000 ounces of gold once upon a time!

Homage to Natalie...Love this chick!

I know, I know...But it's Friday ya'll...ya don't work on Friday, even if you are at work.

Must watch this, it's awesome!

...and yes, she's hugging a chimp. ;) She seems pretty surprised that it's happening. (Those are the funniest and most challenging moments...You know, the kind where you end up in a predicament and don't actually know how you got there --> think of that show Quantum Leap. But you always seem to snap back into it at the most awkward moments.)

I love Indie Artists!

This chick is badass! Me likey. Check her out here

No ice for me thanks.

Ick!!!!

Just say no to ice.


On another note....Happy St. Patty's Day. Pinch, pinch.

4 Ladies and a Gentleman

It's official....Boon, Millie, Jackie, Addie and I are running the 2006 Mud Run, at Camp Pendleton on June 17th. Yea...Its time to start training I suppose. If ya'll are interested you should join as well. We joined as a team and will be racing other teams....Any takers. If so sign up here. It should be a fabulous time. Hurry though, these shits sell out fast!

This is gonna be me

Almost done...

only three more boxes left. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Just a quick thanks for mis amigos that came out and helped with the move. You guys rock, and have no idea how much help you really were. It's all coming together finally. We'll have to have a nice gathering soon.

;)

I can cry if I want to damnit!

Haha

I received and email today from a friend of mine. Call it. Kinda stupid, but still funny.

Rejection line: If you are a woman/man and are constantly approached by unattractive or undesirable women/men asking for your phone number, give them this number:

Atlanta: 770-908-7383
Baltimore: 410-347-1488
Boston: 617-658-7083
Charlotte: 704-559-4169
Chicago: 773-509-5096
Cleveland: 216-556-0051
Dallas: 972-504-6270
Denver: 303-575-1696
Houston: 713-866-6249
Los Angeles: 310-217-7638
Miami: 305-460-3285
New York City: 212-479-7990
San Diego: 858-492-8002
San Francisco: 415-356-9833
Seattle: 206-781-3928
Las Vegas: 702-387-2619
Washington, DC: 202-452-7468

When the person calls this number they get a friendly message saying that they were rejected. Call the phone number. It's hilarious.

Slight change of location

I am moving...again. Is there anyone out there that has moved more times than me? Just curious? Dammit I hate the process of moving!! At least it'll make me get rid of some of this crap I've accumulated. Honestly, where did it all come from, and why I find it so difficult to trash...I have no idea. Oh shit! I'm becoming the crazy bag lady. Some of the shits are still in boxes from the previous move, and yet I still can't seem to let it go. I haven't even touched it in over a year. There has got to be an explanation to this...Maybe it's an illness that I don't know of. Does anyone have an idea? I know I'm not the only one who does this. Yet, I haven't met one person who can explain why we do this.