11 minutes of your life that you'll never get back

Anyone else feeling a weird Barbra thing with the fingernails?  Or is it just me?

I Have a Thing for Men with Rippling Backs

I had this on a cassingle, My shame knows no bounds.

Really? A month?

I can't believe that it has been over a month since I last posted.  It's surprising--if I'm talking, you can barely get me to shut up.  And here, in blogville, you would think I would ramble on and on with glee.  Not sure what my problem is because I certainly have plenty to ramble about. 

I'm at work right now trying to avoid obsessive compulsively hitting refresh while I wait for a file to finish processing so I can't write a whole post now but I will leave you with the two questions that have been really bothering me:

1.   What kind of good excuse can I come up with for not blogging?
2.   Where the hell was Elton John at the Olympics?

I Should Have Posted This on Father's Day

Because my Dad actually does have a gun!

Prom Night Shmom Night

Yes this was my prom song.  And I love it.  And the seemingly topless woman in the blue hot pants at the beginning of this makes it my favorite version!

You can replace the word "rock" with a lot of other words.

I picked this horrible tinny youtube version because this it what it sounds like when I am rockin' out to Walgreen's radio.  Honestly, the only that's more fun than embarrassing myself in Walgreen's is embarrassing my mother in Walgreen's.