Thank You Easter Bunny! (Bawk Bawk)

This is by far my favorite Easter joke going around. The house rabbit society has a campaign called "Make Mine Chocolate". Visit the page to learn more about how many bunnies are abandoned after Easter, and how you can help. They are cute, and cuddly and may seem like great gifts, but they are living creatures, that require a LOT of care!! They have special diet needs, and housing requirements. They aren't always kept at shelters, because most places don't know how to care for bunnies or have the room for them. If a rescue group doesn't take them in, they are usually euthanized. You can help homeless bunnies, by buying a T-shirt, or pin at "Make Mine Chocolate" site. I proudly wear mine!!



It's my semi-Friday. I don't have to wake up with the birds tomorrow, but I have to work my second job. Bullshit. I am so exhausted today. CP went into work at 9 pm and got off when I was going into work this morning. I havn't seen him since Wed. morning to kiss him goodbye. Really, I havn't spent any time with him since Tues. Work blows a fattie! I didn't sleep all that well. I woke up alot cus he wasn't there. It didn't feel right. I use to not give a shit if I slept alone. CP has me all screwy in the head now! Love. Dammit all to hell!!!!



In my great searching of the soul, I think I'm going to start looking more seriously into buddhism. Religion is a touchy subject for me, because I have no faith. I can't believe in what I don't see. I don't believe we just appeared here out of nowhere. An example of my beliefs are when people say "I'll pray on it" that translates to me, as you are telling yourself you want something, and then you achieve it, and thank God for it. I believe we all have the power to do anything within ourselves, you just have to believe you can do it. Which means, trying, and failing until you succeed.



If you do well for others, it comes back to you, and many people do for others, and say God gives back to them. I believe it is all in us. The only spirituality that speaks to me is the buddhist beliefs. So, I'm going to read up on it. It also teaches tolerance of all religions. Which is more than I can say for most of them out there.



People get too serious about it, and try to force it on others. It's a personal thing. Like me telling someone they just have to use Neutrogena 60 second hair mask because I do. When there are lots of other perfectly good conditioners you can use. Lot's to choose from, and some work better for other hair types. For me, it's Neutrogena. I can't make anyone else switch to my conditioner. They can see what it does for my hair, but that doesn't mean they have to use it.



I still have to do my taxes. Your not in much of a hurry when you owe $600 to those cocksucking assholes!!! As if I don't pay enough every day. I heard yesterday on the radio, that Ohio has the 8th highest taxes in the COUNTRY! Nice! I believe that all of our industry is gone overseas too for the most part, so tax the hell out of us, fuckers. We don't care. We'll all work 2 jobs to survive while you have people to wipe your ass. Try to fix the election again, obviously we're a mostly democratic state! Sorry. I'm a little bitter about paying taxes. I work too fucking hard to owe anything. I pay them enough trust me! I also owe state, and city. So, when all is said and done, I'm into the fucking government for about a grand! Loves it!!!



Lost. Oh.My.God. Michael's back!? Can this get any creepier? Another person 'healed'. Which is interesting, because it seems to not heal mental problems. Like the crazy fuck 'others' and Hurley, and Libby! Bernard wants to stay on the island cus Rose can't leave. I dunno about all that. I might be leaving someone behind if we were rescued. But I don't think that's gonna happen. That crazy fake Henry Gale guy, is a sneaky shit! Maybe us true Lost fans, and by that I mean the ones who live and breathe it and figure out consiracy theories....should look into Sedona Arizona. I think that place has similar healing powers!
Kat sent this to me. It made me laugh hysterically, but if your at work be careful. It shows some penis. Not much of it, but you can tell what it is if someone walks by. Enjoy

Everything I Need To Know About Love, I Learned From My Pets....

Like I said yesterday, I'm delving into my issues with food, and trying to fix the real problem in my life. This is going to take a long time. I'm using "When Food is Food & Love is Love" By Geneen Roth. At the end of the program, she read the following peice, that made me bawl, each time I listened to it. And I'm not very emotional.

For me, I don't feel like I deserve love. This comes from a past of physical, and mental abuse from those I thought loved me, the men in my life. I turned to food, and I still do to this day, but I'm working on it. It's hard.

I often wonder, why it is that I am so connected with animals. I know the obvious is that they love unconditionally, and they do not hurt me, and the definately won't abandon me. I treat my pets better than most people treat their children. Anyone who knows me, can attest to that. They are a source of constant love and forgiveness. In this book, she read an excerpt from another one of her books "The Craggy Hole In My Heart and The Cat Who Fixed it" It's 'written by' her cat, Blanche, the day before his memorial service. It spoke to my heart, as I can hear any one of my pets saying these words to me:

You cannot see me splayed in the sun room looking as if I am surfing on a wave of light. You cannot see me lapping up the dripping water in the bathtub,
curled on the couch in the TV room, or snoring in the laundry basket.

This deceives you into believing I am not here.
But you're only looking with your physical eyes
Look again.

Look with the eyes beneath your eyes, the quivering life beneath what you call your life. As you are beginning to discover, it's what you can see with those eyes, that is most compelling.

It's time to begin living the shimmery, glimmery, sun-lit life you gave me, but havn't let yourself fully inhabit.

Everyone knows I had a better life and death than most people on the planet.
Between the acupuncturists, and the psychics; between being hand-fed and carried everywhere, having mice heads to eat, dogs to chase, fences to jump, and corn on the cob to nibble on, there was nothing the physical world didn't offer for my pleasure.

And who wouldn't want a death like mine; carried around in a cashmere snuggly, touched sweetly until my last breath with a zen preist, and a pearly godmother chanting softly beside me.

All that was good, but the pleasures of the physical world; jeweled collars and sparkly necklaces, white downy blankets and dried salmon flakes, were not the real treasure.

It was the love.
It was always the love.

It was the fact that you delighted every time you saw me. Every time for seventeen and a half years I knew, that just by walking into a room, your heart would fling out streamers of joy.

So I kept walking, so that your heart could keep flinging.
And I kept putting my paws on your face, so that your body could keep relaxing.
And I kept purring, so you would know there was safety in this world.
But it wasn't me, anymore than it was the jeweled collars.

It was you.
It was always you.

You use to mistake the symbol of the treasure, for the treasure.
The marker for the thing itself. The gift from God, for God.
As if all you could possibly hope for, was a thing you could touch.
A token, rather than all of shining existance.
Since you hadn't let yourself know that shimmering fully, you kept turning to what reminded you of it; glitter, and baubles, and sparkles.
As if having those, was having the real thing.
As if that was the best you could do.

It was time for me to go. I told you I would stay until you were strong enough to live without me, and I did. And you are. Until your heart spread like dragonfly wings, until you didn't need me to know you had a heart. As long as I was in the pysical body you relied on me. You believed I was the locus of that love.

Now you can find out for yourself, what is true.
Do not greive for me, I am in a place where tuna fish juice flows like water. Where I can jump like the wind, and every place is silky, and sunny.

If you must, greive for what you wont allow yourself to have.
Grieve for all the ways you separate yourself from this radience.
From laying down in a patch of sun at 2:00 on any old day, and from knowing you are beloved, on this earth.

It really made me realize, that while I see myself as un-loveable, and un-loving, it simply isn't true. I show my pets such love, and it comes back to me through them. They have taught me without my realizing it, that it is ok to love. And ok to trust. The connection we share, is out of the love that I am able to give. I am not really hiding, like I thought I was.

It's what Oprah would call an "Ah-Ha" moment.

Food Is Food And Love is Love....

I have been saying this for YEARS, but I read this story over at the plumbutt chronicles.

Men make you fat! Now, I don't mean it's their fault entirely, but they don't help! The funny thing is, guys don't seem to understand it. They get mad that women get fat when they are in a relationship. Well, I dunno how man times I've told CP not to bring the fucking nutty bars into the house. Or, why you need to have meat with every meal?? Or why does his liquid intake only consist of pop? He doesn't listen. (he also doesn't complain about my weight so let me stress that point right up front!)

When I met CP I was on the fast track baby! Doing my strip aerobics, jogging on the treadmill, working 2 jobs, eating 99% vegetables, with some meat here and there. I was 'the biggest loser' each month at work, making everyone jealous of me. Then the man started coming around, and wanting food. So why is it my fault? My self control consists of this.... if I don't have it at home, there is a 95% chance I won't go out looking for it. If it's in the cupboard, I hear it calling to me. I speak junk food. That's why I cut off communication with it!

Why is it that guys can seem to consume enough food in one sitting for an entire day, while I can only have 2 ounces of protein, and an entire plate full of vegetables just to maintain my weight. Blame that one on whomever put us on this great earth. But it is easy to eat right when you don't have someone sitting next to you chowing on greasy cheese covered yummies, and sugary sweetness!

...MMMM look at me eat these cookies at 12 a.m. right before bed with a big glass of milk. They sure are delicious. MMMMM. Oh, sorry, did you want some? Oh, you can't? Too bad, cus they are fucking good!...

So, men, the next time you want to be pissed about the woman that you are with putting on a few pounds after you start co-habitating, point that finger at yourself. Then, realize, it happens to most of us, and your chances of dumping a girl cus she's fat, and finding a thin one that will stay thin, are pretty slim.

On that note, I'm listening to a reallllllllllly good book called "When food is food and love is love". I got it from the library, and I'm glad I did. It's the first thing I've ever listened to about food that makes sense. The only thing that deals with other issues, and why you have issues with food. And, written by someone who has had issues herself. Which helps! Someone who's done all the crazy things I have! There are lots of meditations and reflections. But right now I'm just listening the first time through. Obviously I'm an emotional eater, I just have no idea what the emotion is yet. Or why I have it. If you have this problem, I highly suggest this program!

I don't really blame men for being overweight. But it doesn't help when you reallllly want to have something and they say honey, have some cake! This book is all about not depriving yourself, because it's when you deprive yourself that you want that thing more. Make all things a possibility to eat. Have what you want. Just have enough. It's all pretty deep, but you start to separate food and love.

The Root Of All Evil...

Work time already. I'm overjoyed. Bleh. It's gonna be 60 degrees today! Break out the bathing suits already! I got my lawn furniture out. I didn't clean it, but it's progress! Nevermind the fact that my blog looked retarded for a day. I didn't ever save any changes I made so I dunno how it went to a default template, that I never used before. All should be right now. Sheesh!

I spent my Sunday renovating the bunny condo. I took a foot of space from their home. The thing is so massive, it was 6ft wide by 3 ft high. All kinds of levels and spots to sleep. I've been letting them out into a penned area during the day so they didn't need that extra foot. It made a big difference in the room.

I also lost about 4 hours trying to learn photoshop. What did I learn in those 4 hours? I learned that I need to buy a friggin book if I ever think I'm going to learn anything. I read a lot of the help screens, but I need to start with the basics. It sounds like something I'd love to use every day for different things, if I could only get it to work. I gave myself 30 days to produce something worthwhile before I spend the $ on the program. I just downloaded a 30 day trial. I also got the Image ready program along with it.

I talked to my brother Saturday night. He is alive!!! I also broke my sweeper. Remember my fit of rage last wknd? Well it's broken for real now. I can't live without a freaking sweeper. 1 day and my house is over run with cat and bunny hair!!!! I can use the hose but it will only suck in the upright position. Ok, that sounded wrong.

Have an interesting question about money. If you are married and/or living with someone, how do you share the expenses? I feel everything should be split down the middle for living expenses. (rent, utilities, cable etc...) And then you pay your own bills on your own. (credit cards, car payment) And, if someone makes more than the other, should they have to pay more because of it? How is it fair for someone to pay 70% of the bills because they work harder, and make more money? I just wonder how other people do it. Chances are if you make more money you also have more bills, like myself. CP has no bills. I have a few, plus living expenses. My vote is for 50/50 fair and square. That is how me and CP do it. I think it's the only fair way that someone can't get mad that you spend $70 to get your hair done, or you want to blow $60 on candles!

I'm Just A Bill, Sitting On Capital Hill....

Has anyone been following the Cynthia McKinney case? A little background:

...Cynthia McKinney accused a Capitol Police officer of "inappropriate touching" on Friday as rumors flew around Capitol Hill that the Georgia Democrat would be arrested for her role in a bizarre physical altercation.
"This whole incident was instigated by the inappropriate touching and stopping of me, a female black congresswoman. I deeply regret that this incident occurred and I am certain that after a full review of the facts, I will be exonerated," McKinney said at a press conference at Howard University.
While McKinney asserted her innocence, her lawyer said she was "just a victim of being in Congress while black. ......

The full story is on Fox news. It's the hot topic on talk radio. (yes, I'm getting old) They played her interview on CNN the other day, where she did everything to deflect questions about what happened. She didn't want to mention that she hit an officer. Just that she was singled out because she is black.

She said, that she got a new hair 'do and didn't have on her identifiying pin to get into her job on capital hill. Regardless of why she believes she was stopped, I can't imagine what would happen if I, average Jane in Ohio, hit a police officer. That is the issue. We have terrorists in the country, we should all be glad that they stop anyone they do not recognize from going into one of our government buildings. I'd be happy if they stopped someone going into the shitter. I don't wanna die. Check my ID. I don't care!!! Yesterday, she apologized for making it a big deal. Can you say...trying to save her ass?

I think that anymore, we can't do anything, or say anything without offending people. There are also 2 schools that have banned wearing anything patriotic, including camoflauge, because it upsets other students. Um....hello, this is A-M-E-R-I-C-A. If it upsets you to see something patriotic, go somewhere that hates this country as much as you do. We need more patriotism here, I don't really see that as a bad thing. Things are just getting out of control anymore. We don't really have freedom of speech, or expression. Why? It's upsetting to other people.

TGIF! Job 2 was weird last night. There was 10 of us working. Use to be 23. They said more layoffs are coming. We lost a big job, and we are losing all the medicare that we do, which is two jobs. I guess I can thank George Bush for that one. Asshole. Total of around 30 people lost their jobs Wednesday.

Chelsea has turned into a carpet licker/muncher. While this is OK for those of the lesbian persuasion, it is not OK for bunnies. Like I really need her to get blocked up and stop crapping again? I dunno what I'm gonna do with her. She needs constant supervision now when she is out to play. KIDS!

I did something wacky to my shoulder this week. I think I slept on it weird. But it makes my entire arm go numb to my finger tips if it's sitting still. Who told me it was OK to start getting old and have aches and pains? Cus they need to be shot. Unless it's me.

Survivor's Guilt.....

Ever feel guilty because you got something when other people didn't? It should be a testament to my work ethic I suppose, but I feel like crap! At job #2 last night a lady told me right when I got in, that they laid her off. She'd been there a little longer than me, and it was her only job. They said there is not enough production, and her jobs been permanently eliminated. Next thing I know, my good friend comes to sit down and packs her stuff up. She got laid off too. Then, people start talking. Apparently, 7 people on my shift got laid off.

The first thing I thought was, well, I'll get to go back to the gym!! And have a life! Immediatly followed by, "how will I pay the government the $600 they are robbing me of for my taxes?" and then "how will I survive when I havn't been saving what I should be". If anything, it's a wake up call not to take my job for granted, and be prepared. I guess no one is ever really safe.

Each time someone got up, we would look to see if they were going into 'the office' to be let go. About 6:30 my supervisor came over and asked if they called me back, I said no, not yet. She said if I'm still there, I'm probably safe. They were doing layoffs at the beginning of your shift. So all night when people came in, they would be called in to the office, come out, and pack up their things. It reminded me of the last day of school, exchanging names, phone numbers, addresses. I guess I never realized how many people I actually liked at that job.

I heard that there will be more layoffs in September. I think it's only a matter of time. So, I put my nose to the grindstone. I have to make all the money I can while I'm there. I can't help but feel guilty. Some people needed that job more than me. It was their only income, and source for health benefits. To me, it's extra money to get me out of debt. I could survive without it. I guess keeping up my keying times, and not calling off had something to do with it. That is all I can think of. And, I've never been written up, and I don't complain. I go to work and do my job, and go home. Now, I don't know when I'm going to quit. I'll feel bad leaving next month!

P.S. My Edwin Cd is freaking awesome! A little different sound. The one that will be released "Babylon" is a little harder than his normal stuff, but not hard rock.

P.S.S. If you didn't watch LOST last night, WTF is your problem???? I read on the boards long ago people thought this was all in the survivors minds, that they were all in the mental hospital. It seems a lot of fans ideas get tossed into the show. I think they like to fuck with us.

It's Coming! It's Coming!...

I said IT'S COMING, pervs.

I tracked my Edwin CD, and it is arriving TODAY! A full 6 days before the official release! I am not taking my lunch break, until it has arrived, and I can go home and collect my goodies! I got a cute new girl T-shirt too. You gotta have them special for girls, cus when you wear regular T-shirts, and you got big boobs, it looks like you are wearing a tent. I don't need help looking like a tent, so I'll take my girl T-shirt thanks!

Yea, so everyone who didn't pre-order in the Edwin fan group, is pretty jealous now. They told us we wouldn't get it til after the release date. Who's laughing now, bitches?????

What else is coming? Employee appreciation week! It's in two weeks. We get a whole week at work to be appreciated by our managers. We have prizes and games, and a cookout, and a desert bar, and a raffel! How much fun is that?

Easter is coming too. All I want for Easter, is Starburst jellybeans. It's the only thing worth eating until you puke. Mmmmm. It's also a time for bunny advocacy, which I'll do in due time! Don't anyone run out and buy bunnies for Easter in the meantime. They are a ton of work, read my blog!

Speaking of bunny greatness, my Chelsea bear is doing perfect! She is a new bunny. Now, she hangs out in the living room with us for play time, vs. running in and out of their room. She also has taken to chasing the cats, which is hilarious. She scares them, and when they run away she's like "what the fuck? I wanted to snuggle!" And watching her run is hilarious on its own...she has floppy lopsy ears that bounce! She's rotten! But you can't get mad at a bunny, their too freaking cute!

Snow is also coming! It snowed a bit last night! April showers bring May flowers! Those showers include snow here in Ohio. Land of the 'you never know wtf the weather will do'.

And lastly, this weekend I am going with Kat to an open house for Bath & Body Works. We get to go early, have breakfast, and laugh at people who aren't allowed in cus they aren't cool! We also get some free stuff, and get to try out the new Spring line. I dunno how Kat is always in the know about these things, but she is.

Havn't had a stupid exhaustion story in a while so here goes. Last night I let the dog out, cleaned her eyes, put her ointment in them, gave her her 2 nightly pills, her treat, got myself a glass of water, and went to get a nice hot bath. *ahhhhhhh* CP came in about 15 min later and asked if I knew that I left my dog tied up in the kitchen. Uhhhh, no I didn't thanks! Her chain comes inside so while I did all the right things, I forgot to unhook her and let her free.

Anyone else screwed up by this time change? It happens every year, but it never gets any easier does it? It's also my first full week back working 2 jobs. No more nights off, and no more working a few hours. We're back on track, and it's really catching up with me!!!!

Catch Kenny Rogers on American Idol? Is it just me or did he look wrong? He had some work done!

The Art Of Greatness...

I got this Top 10 traits of a great girlfriend off of askmen.com:

How do you know if she really is the right woman for you? If she possesses the following 10 traits, you better hold on to her for dear life or, before you know it, a guy who already knows where it's at will get his hands on your "goods."

10. She's Independent.
Once in a while, like if she's had a rough day at work, it's great to be her shoulder to cry on, but if she can't seem to function without you and is constantly after you, she will eventually make you feel like you're suffocating, which is a surefire way to get you running out the nearest exit. If she has her very own personality and opinions, can stand on her own two feet, both financially and emotionally, and is able to enjoy time away from you -- while still missing you, of course -- then she must be a great girlfriend.
9. She's Intelligent
An intelligent woman will constantly surprise you and keep you on your toes. She won't let you get bored of her. Besides, it's nice to have something to talk about between all that chandelier-hanging sex.

8. She's Sexual
Of course, this doesn't imply that she has to know all the right moves straight away; it simply means that you and she have an undeniable attraction towards each other, and are able to communicate your desires verbally (or with physical cues). It is important that you please each other in the bedroom, or on top of the dryer -- whatever the case may be.

7. She's Beautiful
You have to be proud to have her on your arm and enjoy the sight of her in any light. And this doesn't mean that she has to be a Heidi Klum clone. Remember that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so if you think her full bottom or uncontrollable curls are beautiful, you're allowed.

6. She Respects You
A great girlfriend won't ever cause scenes in public or in front of your friends and family, and will always wait to discuss matters with you in private. If she respects you, chances are that she will behave in a tactful and diplomatic manner in most situations, which is definitely a good thing.

5. She Let's You Be a Man
She has to understand that men and women are different and should allow you to be yourself. Just like you wouldn't deprive her of going shopping with her best girlfriend, she shouldn't expect you to give up the guys for her.

4. She's Nagless
However, if you live together and you stay out all night without calling her, and she lets you have it, then you're setting yourself up for disaster. This is a situation that nobody would let slide -- not even a great girlfriend.

3. She gets along with friends and family
She'll actually empathize with your brother's getting dumped and suggest that you guys take him out to cheer him up. Not only that, but your friends won't roll their eyes and moan when you mention that she'll be joining you guys when she gets off work (yes, women like this do exist).

2. She loves you
Another way to know if she really loves you is by observing the way she looks at you and treats you on an everyday basis. If the sight of you doesn't seem to faze her either way, and she doesn't really seem to care about what you have to say, she's either playing very hard to get, or sees you as just some guy. But if a surprise visit or phone call from you makes her light up, there's no denying that she loves you.

1. She makes you want to be a better man.
Stop making that face... Any man who has a great girlfriend or wife will tell you that she makes him want to be a better man. She doesn't have to say or do anything; it just is that way. If you suddenly feel bad about how you treated your sister or find yourself trying to get your finances in order, you might want to think about your motivation for doing so. It could be love.

In conclusion, I find I'm a pretty good catch. Had I known this sooner, I might have played harder to get or something! Since we are in need of cash, I could possibly pimp myself out. Kinda like in Sweet November, only, I wont be dying. I can have a new man every month, but it'll cost him. No, not prostitution, cus I am not sleazing myself out, pimping....as in, maybe if you are gay and want to convince your parents you aren't. I'm the girl to do it! I've got the top 10 qualities needed!

The Week Starts With A Bang...

It's Monday. It started out fabulous, I got an email saying they shipped my new Edwin T-shirt, and CD today!!! The album comes out the 11th and I will get it a few days early! Yay Me! Then, it's CP's pay day so I checked his account to see he only made 1/2 of what he needed to make. It would be nice to have him make a SALARY vs. comission so we can you know, plan our freaking lives accordingly. It makes me sick!! I bust my ass working 2 jobs, and it seems we are getting nowhere!

I am sooo tired of money. Who ever invented the fucking concept of money to begin with? Why can't we all be equal and happy? Like how the future was suppose to be, according to the movies? We all wear the same clothes, and pass the pipe, and eat space food? Free sex and love wherever you go? What about that?

My great wknd plans consisted of eating too much food, and cleaning the house. I mean, I cleaned the sink handles with a toothbrush, that kind of freaking cleaning. Took apart the bunny condo and cleaned everything. The buns moved back in together, after a little scuffel Friday night, they are back in love.

I got the letters to spell out 'DREAM' for my bedroom wall and painted them, and 3 shelves. That is what work bought me for coming in for 5 years straight. I really like them. Tayray lured us over under false pretenses, she had to 'show' me something. Then made us do this disgusting shot, which she acted all cool about, until she tried to talk, and her eyes watered. 151 Bacardi. Talk about fucking disgusting. I just finished eating a turkey burger and smiley fries, and she made me do that nasty shit! We stayed for a beer, at which time my gut felt toxic, and I didn't feel right the rest of the night. Not doing that shit again!

Went to Bethie's little girl's first birthday. It was pretty funny to watch her demolish her cake. That girl made out like a bandit! She got all kinds of stylin' outfits, complete with matching sandals!!! Bethie saw my ex husband this wknd at a party. Small freaking world. He classicly introduced himself by first and last name, which is totally him. She told him that we're friends and we work together, and that I'm happily engaged and he said he was happy for me. Glad I didn't have to see him! That's for damn sure! It makes me nervous! But I give her props for at least tellin him someone is going to marry me. It only took damn near 10 years, but hey, you gotta take your time to find the right one, right?

I definatley have PMS. I want to rip out my hair today, and never eat again. On top of that, yesterday, I got fed up with my sweeper, that I have to shove a cat toy in to clean out each time I sweep (don't ever buy a hoover wind tunnel they blow, note blow, not suck!) to clean out the shit that didnt suck all the way up. So, I took it into the living room, and literally threw it across the room, and it broke into a few peices. BANG! Scared the shit out of CP. He's only witnessed my psychotic PMS rage once before. When I kicked a hole in the wall. Poor guy. I seriously think I suffer from that severe PMS thing. Cus I get a little nutty. Maybe if I weren't so overwhelmed with shit to do, I wouldn't get that way? Maybe I don't care cus it feel nice?

My sister made me do this. I hate NASCAR! She bribed me with promises of coming to visit me, so when she bails, lets all remember I sacrificed my reputation for her, OK? She said Dale Jr. placed 4th yesterday in some dumb race even though his car was smashed up. He was like the energizer bunny.

Let me say for the Momma, that it looks like Jeff is hot on his trail. (that's moms guy)