I wanna see this one game

Poor dog just wanted a beggin strip

Scariest Underwear in NEPA!

SCARIEST UNDERWEAR IN NEPA!!   CONGRATULATIONS TO JEFF DANIELS OF SWEET VALLEY!  HIS UNDERWEAR WON FRONT ROW TICKETS AND  BACKSTAGE PASSES TO MEET CARRIE UNDERWOOD! 

TO BE ULTIMATELY SCARED (AND GROSSED OUT!) CLICK ON THE PICTURE FOR THE *AHEM* FULL MONTEY!!

I was feeling pretty down today untill a freind sent this to me…Boy those Japanese sure know how to make odd commercials. Colorful too!

Ugh! Sure, we love Spring  but that also means swimsuit shopping is right around the corner – every woman’s dreaded nightmare. I began the search today and came across SPANX swimsuits. I figured this was genius idea until I saw what they look like (below)! YUCK! I was corrected, however… Some of them are really cute. What do you think of them? http://www.spanx.com/family/index.jsp?cp=3010014&categoryId=3985803&view=all

By the way, can someone please tell me what purpose a SPANX bikini serves? If I’m able to rock a bikini, chances are I wouldn’t need SPANX.

Two attackers attempted to set fire to an internet caf in the Moscow suburban town of Klin, but a brave security guard managed to thwart their plans. The video was kindly provided by the Russian news site Lifenews.ru.

     One of the reasons that I like the company of women so much is their amazingly contradictory nature. For instance: A woman will spend thirty minutes, minimum, to do her hair and makeup just to lie on the beach, she’ll go to a salon to get her hair cut because she’s “letting it grow”, but my true favorite is when a woman, who is by nature is more talkative than a man, will use the silent treatment to during an argument… wow!

    There are many reasons to use the silent treatment: to force an apology, to stop an escalating argument,  but if I had to guess what the true motive behind it’s use is, I’d say that the silent treatment is a tool used as a last ditch effort to dominate a situation, in the face of eminent failure.

     Growing up as an only child I will admit to having been spoiled, but I wasn’t a brat. I do however know a lot of brats, I also have dated my fair share of them, and one thing that they all have in common is the frequent and consistent use of the silent treatment.

     The evolution of human interaction from cave drawings to our now superior linguistics is staggering, and choosing not to use it on purpose is immature, insecure and should result in the user being treated as just such a person. Any smart woman, anywhere, need not use adolescent tactics in place of proper communication to provoke a successful end result.

     I will admit to having been the recipient of several doses of the silent treatment in the past and I can tell you that I no longer tolerate it. So, if you choose (incorrectly) that you don’t want to talk to me… I will gladly accommodate you, richly.

Best border closing video ever! Although I’m still not sure if they do this everyday, or why they do this…

      I will always remember the first time I saw my very first true love. She was perfect. She was an exact match to a naive teenagers imaginings. Within a few weeks we had met, dated, kissed, and began what turned out to be a decent 3 1/2 year relationship. Back then I  really believed in love at first sight… of course I also believed that “the check is in the mail” meant that it really was, and that infomercials were telling the truth, and Bert & Ernie were only just roommates!

      These days I still believe in a lot of things, but love at first sight is no longer among them. Catching sight of someone who “stirs” you is a great thing; it’s inspiring, to say the least, but it’s not love. Love is deeper, and harder, and ultimately better than all the stuff that you could ever get from a simple vision of someone. A friend of mine has a magnet on her fridge that reads: “Friendship is knowing everything about someone, and liking them anyway”, I think that describes love too. 

     The idea of love at first sight, is the belief in a vision of perfection… I don’t buy it, and furthermore if I ever did want that, I don’t want it anymore. The woman I will hopefully spend the rest of my life with will be (like I am): too angry and too young, too old and too happy, too dumb, and scared, too shy, and too bold and smelly, and grumpy… and so completely flawed that she’ll be exactly perfect! That woman I will love forever will be so much of a mess, as I am, that I will want to see her everyday because I will appreciate how imperfect she is, and ultimately I’ll need her in my life because of it.