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I'm not sure what is in the air at the moment, but all of my single friends are now in relationships. It's really strange. There were three of us that had serious commitment issues, Vagan, Slut Puppy and myself. Vegan has found a ginger of his own, Slut Puppy found a guy on the personals and you all know about my Ginger. I guess the cliche is true...when you quit looking, that's when you find someone.

Oh, I thought I would let y'all know...I spoke to Hoochie yesterday, AKA Banana, and she is alive and well. She and Mr. Hoochie are still happily married.

Until next time...

Single Girl

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I don't have much to say today, so I've decided to do a couple of quizes...

Your 1996 Theme Song Is: 1979 by The Smashing Pumpkins

Shakedown 1979 Cool kids never have the time On a live wire right up off the street You and I should meet

What's Your 1996 Theme Song?

Your Karaoke Theme Song is "I'm Too Sexy"

You're a total goof ball and a bit of a nut job. You don't take yourself seriously at all. And while you may not be the greatest singer, you're the first to volunteer for karaoke. You have a wild and unpredictable sense of humor that always gets people cracking up. Irreverent and rebellious, your humor knows no bounds or limits. You enjoy shocking people. You might also sing: "Like a Virgin," "Ice Ice Baby," and "Hey Ya!" Stay away from people who sing: "Sweet Home Alabama"

What's Your Karaoke Theme Song?

You Are Totally Addicted to Gossip

You love gossip - even when it's about you. You're up on the latest news about your friends and celebrities. In fact, people know to turn to you when they need the scoop. You don't feel bad about dishing the dirt. If you don't want to be talked about - don't live it!

Are You Addicted to Gossip?

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Lazy Cannibal. Where You Lived: Argentina. How You Died: The Plague.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

You Are The Moon

You represent the unconscious side of life, what happens in dreams. You are capable of great genius - but also of great madness. Emotions tend to be primal for you, both your fears and your fantasies. Your intuition is always right, listening to it is the difficult part. Your fortune: You are about to embark on a very important journey - and a very difficult one. Some of your deepest dreams will be realized, as well as some of your deepest nightmares. Follow your creativity and visions; stay away from your weaknesses. You are taking a voyage to the center of yourself, and you may be pleasantly surprised by what you discover.

What Tarot Card Are You?

Your Love Number is 8

Your confidence and passion draws people in. You've got a powerful personality, and you tend to take the lead in relationships. Protective and dominant, you like to keep a short leash on your sweetie. And that works out well for you, as long as you don't get with another strong personality!

What Is Your Love Number?

Here's the strange thing about this last quiz...the date of the party that I met Ginger at was December 8th. How strange is that?!?!?

Until next time...

Single Girl

Picture Survey

I saw this in a Myspace survey and thought it was kind neat. Here are the rules if you would like to play along...

1) Answer the questions below
2) Take each answer and type it into Photobucket
3) Take a picture from the first page of results and post.


1. The age you will be on your next birthday:

2. A place you'd like to travel:

3. Your favorite place:

4. Your favorite object:


5. favorite food:

6. Your favorite animal:

7. Your favorite color:

8. The town in which you were born:

9. The town in which you want to live:

10. The name of a past pet:

11. Dream Come True:

12. Your nickname/screen name:

13. Your middle name:

14. Your last name:

15. A bad habit of yours:

16. Your first job:

17. Your grandmother's name:

18. Who's your dream celebrity?

19. What's your favorite drink?

20. What's your guitiest pleasure?


Until next time...

Single Girl

Meeting the mom.

So, I met Ginger's mom and step-father yesterday. It went really well. They seem really nice. I am proud to report that I didn't trip on anything, break anything, fall over anything, and I got along with all four of her dogs. So, I have to say, really good first meeting!

The other parts of the weekend were pretty good too. We decided to stay in most of the weekend. I washed clothes and did a couple of things around the house and he drew quite a bit this weekend. (Did I mention that he is a very talented artist? If I ever remember to buy batteries I'll take a picture of something he's done and post it.) This Friday my family is going to watch my uncle's band play. It should be pretty interesting...Not only is Ginger going to meet some of my extended family, his father is coming to the show and Vegan is coming with his new girlfriend. Hopefully all goes well...but how could it not, there's a bar there!

Anyway, hope you all had a wonderful weekend.

Until next time...

Single Girl

I missed yesterday...

oops! So, I guess I have to post twice today. It's 4:30 in the morning and I'm up. I don't have any milk or half and half for coffee, so I'm drinking coke. That sucks! Anyway, the weekend went really well. I will discuss my meeting of his mother in the next post...don't worry, it went very well!

Until next time...

Single Girl

I almost forgot...

to blog today.

Not much to say, going to meet Ginger's mom tomorrow. Wish me luck!

Until next time...

Single Girl

WTF!!!

OK, I love Sex and the City! I never missed it on Sunday nights, I still watch reruns of it and still laugh like it's the first time I've seen that episode. But, I've often wondered what they were thinking with some of Carrie's outfits. I mean seriously! Miranda always looked great in her business suits, Charlotte always looked classic, Samantha was the epitome of slutty couture but I never understood some of the choices for Carrie's wardrobe. I was reading Dlisted.com this morning and came across this...

What the hell is this??? It looks like an enormous scrunchie! Why would anyone design and sew a hair decoration for your body. Is it just me, or does this look totally ridiculous? I seem to remember and episode where Carrie was talking to Burger about the book he had written and was teasing him that no self-respecting New York woman would run around the city with her hair pulled back in a scrunchie. Well, I'd rather see the hair in a scrunchie than that monstrosity that she's wearing in the above promo picture. Don't even get me started on those God-awful shoes!

Until next time...

Single Girl

A story from my past...

Today, I thought I might share with you a story of my very naive teenage years.

Let me start off by telling you about the cast of characters I ran around with...

Blonde Bombshell - 6 foot tall blonde with an obsession for Madonna and Motley Crue.
Scarlet - Very pretty brunette that was from a rival school, but we took dance together.
Gay Escort - Skinny, Hispanic gay friend that I didn't realize was gay until two years after I graduated from high school.
Model - The other gay guy in our group, I knew he was gay because he came out our senior year. He would use the hallway in my house to practice his "runway strut."

When I think about this group of friends, I always start smiling and sometimes start laughing uncontrollably. The thing is, the five of us spent every weekend together and we never did anything bad, just stupid stuff. Sadly, I was the ditsiest one of the group and would pretty much believe anything they told me. Here is the example I usually use...

Blonde Bombshell: Single Girl, do you know why they don't sell fireworks all year long?
Single Girl: No, why? (head cocked to the side, like a cocker spaniel)
Gay Escort: Because the fireworks scare the cows so much that they don't produce milk.
Single Girl: (Thinking about what I was just told) That makes sense.

And it did, it made perfect sense to me. I know, I wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box. Luckily, I've grown out of that.

Anyway, these four friends would spend the night every weekend at my house...to this day I'm not sure why, I had the smallest home, but I did have a pool so maybe that was it. One night we were sitting in my bedroom and I guess we were bored and Blonde Bombshell found an old, rusty safety pin. And the conversation went something like this...

Blonde Bombshell: Single Girl, let's pierce your belly button.
Single Girl: Uh, no.
Blonde Bombshell: Why not?
Single Girl: Because it would hurt!
Blonde Bombshell: I thought you might say that, but I have an idea.
Single Girl: What?
Blonde Bombshell: Well, I found this tube of Anbesol. We'll rub this on there and wait until it's numb then I'll pierce your belly button with this safety pin.
Single Girl: Do you think the Anbesol will work?
Blonde Bombshell: Hello?!?! It works on your gums, why wouldn't it work on your stomach?
Single Girl: That makes sense, OK let's do it!

So, I lay down on the floor and expose my belly button. Blonde Bombshell smears the entire tube of Anbesol on and around my belly button.

Blonde Bombshell: OK, let's let that set for a minute that way it has time to take full effect.
Single Girl: Sounds good.

(Five minutes later)

Blonde Bombshell: OK, are you ready?
Single Girl: Yeah, my stomach is tingling a little...let's try it!

Blonde Bombshell straddles my legs, puts her left hand on the bed and with the rusty safety pin in her right hand starts using stabbing motions to pierce the numbed belly button. I have no idea why she was startled when I started screaming...

Blonde Bombshell: What's wrong?
Single Girl: OH MY GOD!!! THAT HURTS!
Blonde Bombshell: What are you talking about? We put Anbesol on it!
Single Girl: IT DIDN'T WORK!!!
Blonde Bombshell: Fine...I need a cigarette.

So, I didn't get my piercing...I can't remember what we did the rest of the night. It was probably the same night she decided that it would be really cool to draw "sleeve tattoos" on both of my arms with colored Sharpie markers. She assured me that nail polish remover would take the ink off my skin. Nail polish remover takes off nail polish, varnish off your table, and dulls your Formica. Guess what nail polish remover doesn't remove...You guessed it! Sharpie marker off your skin.

Until next time...

Single Girl

Here is a Paw Paw update...

He's doing great! I went to the hospital last night and he looked fabulous! He was out of surgery and back in his room by 10am yesterday and, just like with his hip, they already had him up walking around. It's amazing. Last night was the first time in a LONG time that Paw Paw and I got to just sit and talk to each other. We talked about politics and I told him about Ginger. I told him that we would go to his house once he got home and was able to get around better. I really do need to spend more time with Paw Paw.

I think I've posted before about when The Mother divorced the sperm-donor Paw Paw built a house for The Mother, The Sister and me on my grandparent's property behind their house. Well, I was telling Ginger this last night and I was explaining that Paw Paw is usually really quiet. I know why he was always so quiet, on the acre of property that I grew up on lived...

Paw Paw
Nanny
The Mother
The Sister
Me
Cookie - a female miniature schnauzer
Gypsy - a female border collie mix

OK, look at all the names. Do you notice that he was the only male on the property. He's so quiet because he didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of getting a word in edgewise. Bless his heart, he was drowning in a sea of estrogen! I can't say enough good things about him...I wish everyone could have a grandfather like mine!

Until next time...

Single Girl

P.S. Rice Spice and I have decided to blog every day for a month. We realize this is usually done in November, but we don't care.

Needing more happy thoughts!!!

Ok people, Paw Paw is having one of his knees replaced this morning. Please send some happy thoughts his way!

I'll be asking for more happy thoughts in about six months when he has his other knee replaced...I already knew he was Super Man, but when they're done with him he's going to be The Six Million Dollar Super Man!

Thanks,

Single Girl

The name of my blog.

I received a couple of comments on my last post regarding the name of this little blog. Technically, I am still single (I still check the single box on forms that I have to fill out.) and even with a boyfriend there are still trials and tribulations. So, for the time being, I will still be Single Girl...just with a significant other. Believe me, I'm sure the best stories have yet to come...I don't think Ginger has realized the depth of my weirdness yet.

Until next time...

Single Girl

It's official...

I just looked back at Ginger and confirmed the fact that I am actually one half of a happy couple. I am a...girlfriend. Freaky weird, huh? I can honestly say, this is probably the happiest I've ever been. I should have listened to Movie Buff a long time ago. He's been wanting to fix Ginger and me up for years.

So, now that I've made that announcement, let me tell you about the awesomeness that was Saturday night.

Ginger, Doodlebug and I went to the 999 Eyes Freak Show. If this show ever comes back to Houston, you all have to go. It was CRAZY!!! The band was great, the performers were awesome, and the beer was cold. The three of us went with the thought, "This is either going to be really cool or it's really going to suck." Lucky for us it was REALLY COOL. The show started off with That Damn Band, which is a "gypsy, jug band" from Austin, TX. We saw, Lobster Girl, The Human Tripod, The Elephant Man, a sword swallower, and a human block head. The human blockhead was a tid-bit disturbing as she was hammering nails in her face and for some reason she was tattooed to look like a tiger. The whole time she was up there, I kept wanting to say..."Sorry Roger, you tiger now." I'm not sure what tiger stripes had to do with putting nails in your face, but I guess that's her thing. The three of us had such a good time. I can't remember the last time I laughed like I did Saturday night. It could have had a lot to do with the multiple shots of jager I had. I love the fact that I'm dating someone who appreciates jager as much as I do!

Apparently The Mother has decided that she is going to cook on Sundays and would like all of us to get together. I'm so glad that she has started this weekly gathering. I guess The Sister and I are actually grown-ups now. We can sit in a room and talk shit to each other and it doesn't end with a glass of water being thrown across the room. Being an adult is kinda cool. Anyway, so life is good...no, life is amazing right now.

Hope you all had a great weekend.

Until next time...

Single Girl

Xanadu!

But with much cuter hair!!!

Apparently, 2008 is going to be the year that I learn to trust people. Saturday morning I went to Hair Genius' house so she could fix the mop known as my hair. Earlier in the week, I decided since it was a new year, I needed new hair. I emailed her and booked her time. When she asked me what I wanted to do to my hair, I told her, "whatever you think is going to look best." I have never done this before. I usually go in and say, "I want an inch trimmed and PLEASE cut my bangs straight." So she emailed me a picture and the cut was SHORT! The shortest my hair has ever been is right at my shoulders, so I was a little nervous. I made her assure me that this cut would not make me look like a Bratz doll (you know, really large head.) and she promised that it wouldn't. So, I sit down and let her work her magic...and you know what, it's probably the cutest cut I have ever received. She told me that I was sassy enough to carry it off, and will say I feel pretty friggin' sassy! She called it a swing bob, it's a little shorter in the back (above my collar) and longer in the front (the bottom tip hits me mid neck) it's still very dark brown but with bright red and blonde highlights. IT'S AWESOME!!! So, I've already told her to be thinking about what she wants to do next time.

Saturday night, while Ginger was partying like it was 1999 with his friend bound for Hawaii, Doodlebug, Mother of Three and I went - are you ready for this...ROLLERSKATING!!! Yes people, we went rollerskating and it was SO MUCH FUN!!! So much so, that I think I'm going to purchase my own set of rollerskates. (Quads not blades) The reason I suggested this little outing is to make sure that a.) I still found it fun and b.) make sure I could still do it without breaking my face. About a month ago, Doodle and I were talking about my upcoming birthday and she asked me what I wanted to do. I thought for a moment and decided that I want a rollerskating party. How much fun would that be. An adult rollerskating party, complete with cake and party hats. You see, my next birthday will be 32 which is 16 years from my 16th birthday which was at, are you ready for this...Chuck E Cheese. Yes, I had my 16th birthday at the local Chuck E Cheese and let me tell you, it was more fun than any of the other parties I attended in high school. (As you can see, I've always been an enormous dork!) So, for those of you who know me, be prepared to receive an invitation in March for Rollerskating followed by drinking at a nearby bar...we will most likely need the liquor afterwards. But, let me get back to Saturday night...I looked up roller rinks on the internet and found one that was not only close to Doodle's house, but said they were having an 80's retro night! I started having flashbacks to Super Skate and skating around to Freeze Frame. So I made the suggestion to these lovely ladies and we were all excited. We get there and realize that there are NO railiings at this rink. So, we get our skates and all three of us hold hands as we step onto the wood floor. The first lap was a little scary, there were LOTS of balance checks! But by the third lap, it looked like we were doing ok. The only problem I was having is I couldn't remember how to stop! Luckily, there was a wall with four beams on the right side of the rink and I used that to stop my self. Sadly, one of the times I was trying to stop I missed the flat part of the wall and skated into a pole with my right boob...it's bruised now. But by the end of the night I was doing pretty good. I felt like I was going REALLY fast, my hair was blowing behind me. Ms. Doodlebug got paid back for laughing at me at the True Colors concert. She went to step up on the carpet where the benches were and ATE IT!!! Sadly, I didn't see this, but Mother of Three did. I was on the opposite side and looked over and they were both sitting on the floor laughing. Apparently, the fall resembled a baseball player sliding home...face down, arms in over head, sliding on her stomach! Bless her heart, she had carpet burns on her elbows. Luckily, that was the only fall that happened, I was a little disappointed though...Freeze Frame did not get played once.

Until next time...

Single Girl

I'm not freaking out!

So, it's been a minute since my last post...sorry!

I'm going to start off with is I am no longer freaking out...which is SOOOO not me. I am the queen of freak outs!

Have you ever met someone that you are completely comfortable with? Well, I have found that in Ginger. And I know what you're thinking..."It's only been a month!" But, it doesn't matter.

This past weekend, Ginger came over on Friday night and stayed throgh Monday morning...and he still didn't annoy me. (And I'm not freaking out!) Friday we went to Doodlebug's house and drank a little too much so we decided to stay over there. He and Movie Buff were in the house and Doodlebug looked at me and said she had never seen either one of us as happy as she's seen us in the past month. We got up the next morning and Ginger cooked breakfast for the entire Doodle family plus me and him then he took me over to my friend's house that does my hair, we'll call her Hair Genius. I was supposed to give him my house keys so he could come back here and take a nap while I was getting my hair done; but, oops, I forgot. And he didn't get mad! He went back to Doodle's house and was there for about 5 hours, which is about 2 hours longer than I thought it would take to get my hair cut and colored. And you know what? He still didn't get mad! He came and picked me up and took me home. That night he had to go to a going away party for one of his friends that moved to Hawaii and after he left the bar, he came back to my house. Sunday morning, as I was getting ready to go out for the day, he comes in my bathroom with the trash bag from the kitchen and says, "Let me empty the trash in here." Then he TOOK THE TRASH OUT! Here's the scary part, The Mother' cooked that afternoon and we were invited over for dinner and, are you ready for this...I FIXED HIS PLATE FOR HIM! You have to understand, that is not me. You could have knocked The Mother and The Sister over with a feather when I handed his plate to him. The Mother and I were sitting on the patio and she looked at me and asked, "So, what's the deal? Could this be the one?" I thought about it for a minute and said, "I don't know...Maybe."

Usually, when I start seeing someone new, I go into it thinking...Ok, how is this one going to disappoint me? I haven't experienced this thought yet, and I'm not freaking out. I'm going to meet his mother on Sunday, and guess what??? I'm still not freaking out!

Until next time...

Single Girl

I've been replaced.

I was informed last night that Thing 1, 2 and 3 have decided that they like Ginger more than they like me. They like him more because he's good at playing video games, Nevermind the fact that Aunt Single Girl buys the best gifts, takes them to the movies, lets them use her as a jungle gym...because I have crappy hand/eye coordination, I've been replaced. Last night, I asked Thing 3 to come and give me a hug and he told me NO, but Ginger just looked at him and there goes Thing 3 climbing up in his lap, touching his beard. What's up with that???

Ok, so enough about my nephews not understanding, "Blood is thicker than water."

I realized the other day that I am around the same age as the ex was when we first started dating and when we broke up he told me that I was going to end up exactly like him. When we first got together he was 32 and didn't trust anyone. It took him 2 years to even tell me he loved me. I realized yesterday, that he was right. I have become very similar to how he was when we first met. I don't trust anyone, I won't allow myself to open up and let anyone in, I freak out at the notion of one of the nicest guys I've ever met actually having feelings for me. I haven't always been this way. At one time, I trusted everyone, was everyone's friend and would go into a relationship with an open heart. Sadly, I have not made the best decisions when choosing people to date. I've been hurt, used, abused, etc... And because of these people, I have not allowed myself to really care about anyone outside of my family. But, for some reason I trust Ginger. As scary as this is, there is something different about this one. I was talking to Movie Buff yesterday and he told me out of all their friends, Ginger and I were the two that he always hoped would find someone. The strangest part of this pairing is that Ginger and I have actually hung out several times over the past 11 years. So, I have been asking myself...why now? Why didn't we ever exchange numbers before? But, I've decided to quit asking so many questions, quit freaking out, and quit making myself crazy. I'm going to go with it and let whatever is suppoesd to happen - happen.

Until next time...

Single Girl

Nine days into the new year...

and so far, not too bad.

On December 31st, I looked at The Mother and said, "I hope 2008 will be better than 2007."

I know it will be, I mean 2007 was better than 2006, so if the past dictates the future then 2008 should be pretty awesome!

I will start with Ginger. He is amazing! Last weekend I went to his apartment Friday after work, we hung out there for a little while then went to a couple of bars down the street from his house. I often like to do a "bar test" pretty early on when I start seeing someone. I look for these caution signals...

1. Do they have to have a hand on you at all times?
This is very important, I do not want to feel as if I am territory being marked. I can't stand it when you are with a guy and they have to touch you constantly, as if telling everyone in the place..."This mine, not yours!" (You have to say that sentence in a cave man grunt.)

2. Do they feel the need to stick their tongue down my throat in a public setting?
I HATE PDA!!! (Public Display of Affection) It makes me very uncomfortable to see two people making out like horny teenagers, I think it is probably one of the tackiest things a couple can do. Don't get me wrong; holding hands - ok, quick peck on the lips, cheek or forehead - ok, sticking your tongue so far in someone's mouth, like you are trying to taste their stomach - not ok.

3. Do they get belligerent once they start drinking?
I DO NOT want to deal with someone who thinks they can beat the hell out of everyone in the bar. Fighting irritates me.

Good news boys and girls...none of these things happened. He passed the bar test with flying colors.

Saturday, we went to IKEA with his brother then we came back to my side of town and went to The Mother's house so he could play video games with Thing 2. Then Sunday morning we were sitting on the couch and he started counting, "1 2 3..." I looked around the living room and asked him what he was counting. He looked at me and said, "The people at your mom's, let's go pick up some breakfast and take it over there." How sweet is that??? We picked up breakfast and stayed over there for a while, then we went to Target and came back to my house and watched TV then he left around 6p.

Ok, we spent the entire weekend together and he didn't annoy me once. What's that about??? Anyway, he's coming over tonight to hang out. I think I like him, which really freaks me out a little.

Until next time...

Single Girl

Rules for 2008

I received this in an email earlier today and really liked it.

Rules for 2008

Make realistic goals for yourself, write them down, and pray about them and try to achieve them!

Go through your cell phone, caller id, calendar, and email addresses and discard all the people and events that mean you no good or don't benefit your life!

Stop making excuses about your life and make changes!

If you are involved w/ a person, job, or circumstance that is doing more harm than good, do yourself a favor - LET IT GO!

Stop being someone's mistress; especially if you are aware that you are . You're better than that, and you deserve better!

If you are between the ages of 22-35 please start listening to more than Hip-Hop!

Take care of your kids and devote a weekend or two when you spend "quality" time with them. Who cares if you miss out on a "mix"! You can party anytime!

Get your debt in order! Eventually you'll want a nice home and car in your name .

Stop spreading senseless rumors and try to get your own life in order .

Listen more! Talk Less! Give without worrying about it!

Tell him / her no for once!

Tell people you love them before your hear about some great tragedy in the world or lose a close friend!

Speak clearly and not ignorantly! Anyone can be a fool.

If you are married, stop cheating. If you're guilty of this, ask God to forgive you and don't do it again! Remember the Ten Commandments.

Stop waiting on Tax Season and Save Now!

Eat what you need and not just because you can!

See how long you can go without checking your cell phone when it's not ringing.

Be more positive and stop being a grouch!

STOP HATIN! If you don't like my style, kick rocks!

Start telling your children that when you're having a "grown folks" conversation, they need to go play. (Remember back when)

Appreciate everyone. WHY do we put each other down for the most ridiculous things?!?

Men and women! Cry more! It's therapeutic.

Stop tripping about not being where you want to be! What have you been doing to get there?!?

If you aren't in a relationship, it's not the end of the world! Self love is more valuable!

If God delivers you from a messy relationship, friend or situation, why do you keep PULLING THEM BACK? Let it go!

FORGIVE! FORGIVE! FORGIVE! All of us have been forgiven for some low life things! So open your heart! Remember - God forgave you.

Men, stop trying to be so hard when it comes to relationships. Let those guards down before you lose the one that's meant for you!

Speak up for yourself!

Learn a new hobby! Broaden your mind.

If you're single, start going on more dates with different types of people. Don't just stick to the same type of woman or man!

Stop forwarding all the text messages you receive; everyone doesn't have unlimited text messages!! Stop replying to ALL!

Live like today is your last day, love like God taught us, and laugh like you've never laughed before!

Until next time...

Single Girl

I WANNA ROCK!!!

I am a dork. Did you know that? But, I think I out-dorked myself New Year's day. Santa Claus was extra good to my nephews this year and brought them a Wii and the evil Guitar Hero. I have never been a "gamer." I've never really understood the obsession with video games, until now. New Year's eve I tried this game thinking, "How hard could it be?" People, I was on the easiest level and got booed 1/4 of the way through "Welcome to the Jungle." The Sister told me to watch how it was done...she had had a lot of practice that day, so I watched her and the boys play and was envious of their talent. I went over there the next day and Thing 1 and 2 were playing some stupid Star Wars game and I told The Sister, "Go tell them it's our turn." So she did. WE KICKED THE CHILDREN OFF THE GAME SO WE COULD GET OUR GUITAR HERO FIX!!! How sad is that. So I had the guitar in my hand and saw that one of my favorite bands was on the list...Social Distortion, "Story of My Life." (I got half way through that one.)Then I decided to stand up and played Kiss, "Rock & Roll All Night" and I made it through the entire song. That was it...I was addicted!!! Every time one of us would play the other would scream, "HELL YEAH!!!" I got so good, on one of the breaks in the music I did a spin THEN while I played, I threw in the very cool guitarist kick. I so should have been a rock star. Is it sad that I'm 31 years old and want to buy a Wii just so I can get better on Guitar Hero so I can out-play my 10 year old nephew?

The Sister and I have already decided what the next purchase will be for the Wii...Dance Dance Revolution. Things could get dangerous.

Until next time...

Single Girl

HAPPY NEW YEAR &...

The one year anniversary of my blog.

2007 was a pretty eventful year. I have dated, changed jobs, moved and met one of the nicest guys ever. I have also become reaquainted with friends that, for some reason, I had lost touch with. And I met Vegan, who has become one of my closest friends and the person I go to for all of my dating advice.

I started this blog with three goals, two of which I did not attain. So, I will keep those goals and add a couple more things to my list...

1. lose weight
2. get organized
3. quit smoking
4. close at least two new accounts per month

So there you go, goals for 2008.

This blog has been so good for me. Before this, I didn't have an outlet to express how I feel or what is going on in my life. Don't get me wrong, I talk to my friends, but it's not the same as sitting down and typing all the things that go through your mind. I have done a lot of thinking about what I would do for this post. I thought about posting a picture of myself and the friends that I talk about on here, but I've decided not to. I like being somewhat anonymous. (Even though a lot of you know who I am.) I would like to take this opportunity to thank those of you who read this on a regular basis and leave comments, feedback, advice etc... you have helped me more than you know.

So, here's to 2008. Let's hope that it's even better than last year!!!

Until next time...

Single Girl