Let's get interactive.

I drove down to NC this weekend and spent some quality time with the radio. Oddly, I kept hearing the same songs over and over again, like 30 minutes apart on different stations. But they weren't even recent. They were songs like "Nothing compares 2 U" and that Fiona Apple song. Come on, we're not talking classics here. Although, if the mood strikes me I will bust out with a little Sinead O'C. while ripping up a picture of the popemobile. Not the pope-that would be disrespectful and god knows I always try to be respectful of religion.

And did my ears deceive me or did I hear a "new" Hootie song? And why can I identify a new Hootie song?

Anywho, here's the interactive part. As I was driving, a few songs came on that I immediately had to turn off because they are so heinous. Here's my list of songs I can't sit through more than 3 seconds of:

1. Daughters-John Mayer
2. Anything by Nickelback
3. That goddamn "I hope you dance" song by some country singer! Kate, I know you like it but it makes me want to shove tree branches in my ears

Alternately, I will search high and low (on the dial-nothing like radio humor) for the following:

1. Poison-Bel Biv Devoe
2. Sweet Child o' Mine-Guns 'N Roses
3. Iesha-Another Bad Creation (that one's for you Emma)

What about you? No need to limit it to three!

P.S.-Three days and counting until I leave for Greece! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

A few things:

1. I'm afraid my last post gave the mistaken impression that I was embarassed or ashamed about the whole "I was lying" statement. Actually, I was quite proud of myself. Also, it was so horribly truthful that both Josie and Anne-Marie were momentarily speechless which meant a brief reprieve from the yelling that was to come.

2. A big thank-diddle-doo (channeling Ned Flanders here) to Shannon (a.k.a Shacacca, Shannaford, and my favorite SHANNON (only in the mornings to wake her up)) for enduring a long car ride and even longer match to watch me play volleyball last night. I'll forego the comments on the actual game but on our way there for some reason, we both decided it would be a good idea to have random screaming sessions. It's super fun and I highly recommend it. Mine is a little more high pitched but Shannon's has a nice throaty quality to it. Listen for her in future horror movies.

3. Why is my mom watching movies like "You Got Served" and saying things like "holla back"? I fear we've lost her to Generation whatever-they-are-called-now. I'm scared.

4. The fabulous Emma (E-bo) is coming up to visit me in about a month and we're going to eat at Ethiopian restaurants and pretend we're in Ethiopia. The good part of Ethiopia, not the riot/famine plagued part. What? There are totally parts like that! However, I have to call her out for saying her favorite Soloway is MY MOM! In the words of Gob Bluth, come on!! We've been friends for years and I come in second place? Not cool Emma, not cool at all. Just kidding, this is really just bait to lure Emma to comment on my blog. Hint.

5. I fear this blog is too text-heavy and needs a little visual spice. Here are some fun pics from Anne-Marie's bridal shower in Vegas (yes a year ago-shut up):

This is the beginning of the trip















And this is the end

Since my last post containing an actual story as opposed to my incoherent ramblings went over so well (11 comments-a personal best!), I thought I'd give you all another fun nugget. I've got a million of them folks-I could do this all year. Plus I've got 20 minutes left before work is over and it's either setting myself on fire or this.

This story revolves around me (of course) and the fabulous Josephine. Senior year in college, there was a big ice storm in North Carolina over the winter break so we were basically trapped in our apartment. Luckily for us it was an awesome apartment-warehouse ceilings, exposed brick...I digress. Anywho, to pass the time we decided to do one of those humongous puzzles that takes forever and has a gazillion pieces. After too much time, we were down to like 5 pieces we had yet to place and Josie quickly tried it in a spot and proclaimed that it didn't fit and took it back. Being the obnoxious brat that I am, I thought she hadn't been careful enough to make sure it didn't really fit and beseeched her to try again. She declined. After much back and forth, I finally told her I'd give her $20 if she would hand me the piece so I could see if it would fit.

She did, and I tried and sure enough it didn't fit.

Now, I don't know how your families work but I've never paid off a bet in my entire life and didn't plan to start then. Being an only child, Josie was unfamiliar with the idea of welching on a promise and the remarks from Anne-Marie on the sidelines weren't helping my case. Apparently they keep their word. Whatever. Finally, after a lot of "but you said..." from Josie, I bust out with "I WAS LYING!" It's not flattering but it's true and to this day I'm still $20 richer.

Things you should take away from this story:
1. If I bet you money and I lose, I will not pay. However, if you bet me money and you lose, I will expect payment immediately.

2. Josie is still bitter to this day. Seriously. Tell her "I was lying" and her face will turn red. It's pretty fun.

And no, I'm not telling this story now because both Josie and Anne-Marie are out of the country and unlikely to read it. And if you guys are reading it, STOP!! Go sightsee! Love you!