And to aaaall a Good Night...

Okay, in the next room my Dad is watching White Christmas, and I can't take it anymore. I love me some Christmas movies...but that one is so ridiculously corny it kills me...call me Scrooge, I don't care, just don't bring it around me. Anywho...on a more pleasant note, this being my last post for a while (*tear), I wanted to give you all a little something...b/c it's Christmas. We have 3 days left and some of you might still have a few ppl to shop for on your list. Well have no fear, I have compiled a list of wonderful gift ideas! Come take a look...

First off, we have a little something the singer inside of everyone can enjoy.





An LED light for your faucet



























I know a couple ppl who could use these, who would've thunk it?...the curve in the key is perfect for your caboose

This one is just flat-out funny...everyone knows she hates nuts













Now this is my favorite...saw this baby in action at the GA-FL game and, naturally, thought that it was a Gator original...oh no my friends, this thing can be bought and sold.

Well, I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday. I will return hopefully with some entertaining and, of course, informational posts from a faraway land called...New Jersey. Have fun and be safe!!

Consider this another gift...your welcome.



*All above gift ideas can be found at
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Ooo Baby Baaaby, Ooo Baby Baby

So sorry again for not posting, I will try not to make a habit of this. But...fair warning is going to be given now...between the dates of Dec. 25-Dec. 31...I will not be posting b/c I will be up in N.J. where I have no internet access. Neway, on to today...

Certain events have transpired in the past few days...I have celebrated a friend's birthday (Happy Birthday Sarah!) while also visiting w/my longtime friend Amanda b4 she headed across the pond to Europe, completed my necessary Christmas shopping, and...shockingly...Jamie Lynn got knocked up.

Did we honestly think it wasn't going to happen? I'll admit I was thrown off-guard...but how? She's blood-related to biggest head case (publicized, that is) of our generation, so c'mon. I'll always remember how I found out...my other friend Sarah (fellow celeb fanatic) texted me the news. That is how we do. Speaking of Sarah, I am brought back to the night we found out about Britney shaving her head. Fun times...with Spears tragedies. Oh how things are speariling out of control! I'll tell you what though, if she doesn't want that baby, I'll take it...cause you know it's gonna be cute.

For your viewing pleasure, I have included a fan video picture montage that someone made of Jamie Lynn and her baby daddy:

Lube Job

Today was a day of errands with my grandma, Fran, in the lovely town of Commerce. We had to go to the doctor's, do a little Christmas shopping, and...get an oil change for Foxy Noxy (what I call my car, she's a Chevy Equinox). The oil change place is located in downtown Commerce and is a lovely joint owned and run by very friendly Russians. I go there often to get my lube jobs, therefore, they know who I am.

Well, the son is the one who does the actual lube job. I'm standing there talking to him (I'm a talker)...he asks a fellow worker to find the towel he's been using. I notice it first and go ahead, grab it and hand it to him. I got some gunk on my hand and he noticed. He says something to the effect of, "Don't worry, that stuff will lube you up, it's very moisturizing. It'll stay wet for awhile."

After all the times I have gone there...never have I heard him talk like that. Granted my Dad usually talks to him and his dad, and he never really talks to me, but whatevs. I didn't expect him to just jump right in and talk to me like that. It intrigued me, and...I might have liked it, I dunno, the jury's still out - okay, they came back...I did, in fact, likey.

We talk a little more and he asks me what I'm studying in school...I say Psych...and after I said that, it felt like he took it to heart. He then starts talking to me about his past relationships, why he thinks they didn't really work out, yada yada yada. I wonder if it will be like this for the rest of my life...all ppl have to hear is "Psychology major" and they'll divulge their lives. Not that I mind, but...I'm not even licensed yet.