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1. Put iTunes on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 or so friends who might enjoy reading it and doing it for themselves :)


IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
When You Say You Love Me

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
So Here's To You

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
In Pictures

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Ain't Going Down 'Til the Sun Comes Up

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Blessed to Be a Witness

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken - Thanks!

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Do You Remember?

WHAT IS 2+2?
Love and Peace or Else

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND(S)?
The Iron Rod

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Witchcraft

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Let Me Fall

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Standing Outside the Fire

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Never Get Around to It

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Full Moon - This is funny :)

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Some Children See Him - Does that mean I'll marry a pretend friend?

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
One Small Miracle - Why?

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
The Phantom of the Opera - 2 Words....Gerard Butler

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
When She Cries

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Puppet on a String

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Shine On Me

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
High Speed - Maybe...I recently won a race.

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Not Fire, Not Ice

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Your Nervous Heart

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
For Your Eyes Only

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Oblivion

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
You Can't Hide Beautiful

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Yankee Doodle - I've always known it.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Mrs. Darcy - For sure, for sure, for sure.

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
You Need A Man Around Here - Yikes

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Wow


I tag whoever wants to try it!

the state that I am in

If I were someone who anyone would listen to, then January is the appropriate time for me to share my State of the.....Me, I guess. This was all brought about when a helpful young chap referred to "the state we are all in." Now, let's just talk about me.

I looked through the outlines of many State of the Union addresses. There I found the topics that, apparently, I should have opinions about.

Thanks you for joining me today for the "State of the....Me" Address. Tonight I will address the state of many things, including healthcare, the fight on tyranny, diplomatic tools, and domestic affairs. Tonight, I hope to garner the support of all who are in the sound of my voice. I will explain my new initiatives and defend my policy.

We face tough economic times. Many worry about debt and savings and the responsibilty of pulling businesses out of deep holes they dug themselves. Fear not. I have a savings account, a dependable vehicle, and a small disposable income.

Many fear that our globe is warming. I don't. I think it's a crock. Maybe it's even a part of a grander scheme of natural selection.

We hear much about healthcare and hear ridiculous, expensive proposals. I don't care. I have insurance. It's really good.

Educators and scientists believe in technology and scientific learning. I say....whatever. I've got a cell phone, lap top, the internet, an i-pod, a television, and a Wii. What more could I need?

Educators say we need more education. I say....no thank you. I went to college. I'm done. Educate somebody who wants it.

The fight on tyranny must go on. Good job getting the head of the tyranny guys. Good luck getting the rest of them.

Domestic affairs look grim. I haven't been on a date for months. Sometimes I slip and talk to the boys I have put "no contact orders" on. I have "date" perfume and yet to use it for a date.

International affairs seem to be more likely. I know people who found "the one" across seas. I will get a passport before 2009 leaves us. Unfortutely, it's usulaly the seas towards America. That turns this back into a domestic affair.

My new initiative is to spread myself thin. Thin between family, friends, Church, and hobbies. I've heard and read it's not wise to spread yourself thin. I'm going to anyway. What else have I got to do?

I will garner the support of my people by having fun and being happy. I will not hide in my room or cry in your basements!

I will defend this to policy to the death! Or until I just don't have it in me to do any more.

Good day!

For more information on the previous broadcast, please write or call the author. She has neither a P.O. Box or an 800 number. She prefers mail in the mailbox.

home, sweet home

Many years ago, in 2007, I bought a condo. Finding a home in my price range that was ghetto-free and had all the important house pieces (like a roof, back doors, etc) was a daunting task. On a Saturday afternoon I looked at the house and before the evening came, I put in an offer and it was accepted. Yea for me!!! Everything went so smoothly and I was so lucky to get the deal I did.

Fast forward......

The condiminium is called Nayon Heights. I'm in a homeowner's association. For the low price of $100 a month my garbage is removed, the lawn is mowed, my cooler is turned on and off, the roof is replaced, the building is insured, etc. Sounds good, right? Right. Please read the December newsletter to the right.

The newsletter is written by the HOA president, Sylvia Lynch. Periodically, she signs the HOA board members' names as well. But....she writes them all on her own. If you don't like the way January rubs you read on...

Who writes this? I'll tell you who. A nearly 69 year old woman, who comes across as maybe kind of mean. But it's just a funny letter, right? No! Okay, it is a little. It's a little funny because it's so out of control. The newsletters have always have some sort of inappropriate comment that have been humorous for nearly 2 years. Here's the deal...it's not very funny anymore. I meant to respond in December but got side-tracked by things like happiness, family, fun, and holidays.

But then January's letter came. I opened it late on a Saturday night. What the heck? Wasting no time, I gathered my letter writing gear....a piece of junkmail for writing on and a trusty stolen pen. Maybe I rushed into it. But to prove my self-control I held the letter for several days and did one to two edits. I do not represent the epitome of writers but "at least I cared enought to comment."


After holding my letter for a few days, I finally walked it over to Sylvia's house. I felt like the better, braver person for daring to deliver my letter right to her door. She didn't answer so I put it in the door. For almost a week, the letter didn't move. I was a little nervous about what I had coming. Don't think I've never had any run-ins with Sylvia Lynch. I have.

Last night, I was outside and saw her pulling towards me in her car. I was frozen. I didn't know if I should run, cry, or get ready for a battle fight. Yikes! There was no one around to witness either my death or my triumph. Luckily, I was on the phone. In a quick 60-seconds we accomplished: introductions, justifications, rebuttals, a little coaching, and ended with a negotiation! She drove off and I was stunned! I had just agreed to help Sylvia!

So here, I announce my intentions as a committee member of the esteemed Nayon Heights Home Owners' Association. Holy cow.

Life Lesson: Pick your battles. I could have been sucked in to the committee a long time ago if I didn't have the stamina to read, without responding, to 20 insulting letters.

don't upset my nature!

Let me paint you a picture....Practically every night, my dad falls asleep in his chair watching t.v. When anyone tries to wake him up his tourette's syndrome kicks in. It's always so funny!!! This began more than a decade ago when he was awakened by a rabbit slipper. Last Friday, I slept over at my parents' house and again my dad fell asleep in his chair. When I "tried to help" him wake up, he started yelling at me.

Joey whispering - "Mr. Rabbit's going to bed. Tell him goodnight."

Dad yelling - "Get the rabbit out of here! You've upset my nature!"

Like me, you may wonder what his nature is. And maybe you wonder how Mr. Rabbit upset his nature. Since this incident I have been reflecting on what may or may not upset my nature.

items that upset my nature:

1. moldy bread - ask Lisa

2. slow drivers in the fast lane - who do they think they are?

3. like my dad...being woken up by someone on purpose

4. barf...in any case

5. monthly newsletters from my HOA

items that don't upset my nature:

1. lunch away from work

2. sugar around the rim of my drink

4. text messages, emails, phone calls, voicemails, cards, letters, etc.

5. remembering something I learned

6. Gerard Butler