Random randomness and then some tunes

“I think there should be something in science called the "reindeer effect." I don't know what it would be, but I think it'd be good to hear someone say, "Gentlemen, what we have here is a terrifying example of the reindeer effect." - Jacky Handy, SNL

I have a confession to make. Its a little embarrassing, and shows my real age, but here goes. I sort of have a crush on Howard Jones... or HOJO as I lovingly refer to him. I went to every single concert he ever played when I was growing up... once even with my Dad. That's how bad I wanted to go. I have every single album of his... and know the words to all his songs. My kids start to have epileptic seizures when I turn my pal, HOJO on in our car. Thing 1 rolls her eyes and moans. Moans very loudly, I might add, about how I am ruining her hearing ability by making her listen to this crap.

GASP!

Crap? Are you kidding me? Howard Jones is like the quintessential definition of The 80's. He was a major part of my growing up... the Diet in my Coke, the Rock in my roll, the Mac in my Cheese. OK. Not really, but you get the idea.

Well. Imagine my surprise when one of my mission companions messages me on FB telling me that not only is she now officially cooler than me, but I was going to totally hate her because HOJO was her new friend.

Sweet balls of fire! Are you kidding me? Wuh?

It has been hard for me to refrain from not driving to her house and repeatedly punching her... but I am pleased to say I have refrained. I just did the ONLY reasonable thing... I emailed him and begged him to be MY FB friend.

Do you think that's desperate?


I lost 2 followers recently.
I had a funeral. I mourned.
(You think we won't notice, but we do. Oh. We do!)

I've moved on now. It's all good.


Jefe came home with a shiny new car last night. His car has been dying a slow and painful death for the last couple of months, and we have been trying to bleed her dry. Yesterday, I guess Jefe was through trying resurrect her, and purchased some new wheels. When he told me, I was kind of perplexed. I know that I kept looking at him weird because he suddenly burst out: "You're Dad bought a sports car. At least I didn't buy a sports car!"

Ahh. I see. A mid-life crisis?! That's what this is?
Shoot.
I'll take this kind of mid-life crisis any day. ANY DAY, baby!

I have since been referring to his new car as the great "MLC of 09". He just smiles and says: "Sure. Whatev. It just deflects from the real one that's coming."
Uhh... Wuh?

As long as it has wheels and not legs I don't care.


If you have been reading me for any amount of time, you know how much I hate laundry. LOATHE it. If it would just fold itself and put itself away, life would be so much easier. But, it just keeps going and going and going... like that dumb bunny.
I hate that bunny.
I hate laundry.
Any questions?