Did anyone else see the road worker on Coal Street today picking his nose? He was seriously standing in the middle of the street in broad daylight digging for gold. Mid-twenties, sunglasses, short brown hair, no self respect – that’s him. Between that NFL player wiping a boogie on his benchmate the other day and this genius literally STOPPING TRAFFIC with his booger-play, I’m starting to wonder if the rest of society got a memo that I simply wasn’t privy to. Is this cool now? Since when is this behavior acceptable?

I would like all the flagrant booger picker guys to hook up with all the women who publicly dig out their wedgies. These people must unite. Then we can forcefully sterilize these weirdos and prohibit them from propagating the species. I mean, they’ll still be happy, having found their equally stinky-handed soulmates. Then they can ride off into the sunset together, wrist deep in orifices, madly smitten. It’ll be a modern day love story.

My friends, whoever told mature adults that this is permissible practice – they were lying. Men, quit picking your nose and staring at the findings. Women, quit picking your wedgies and doing that little “two step” til your undies realign. For cripes sakes, find a bathroom stall or an ATM vestibule or something. And if you MUST engage in this behavior publicly, immediately proceed to your nearest charity outlet or animal shelter and donate twenty bucks. At least then when the rest of us catch you conducting these delightful mini-cavity searches, we can rationalize it like “yeah, that guy’s disgusting, but a puppy just got vaccinated with his $20.” We’ll allllllll sleep better. Boogie down.

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It’s Justin Timberlake’s 30th birthday today. . . suddenly, memories of being 12 and completely obsessed with becomming Mrs. Timberlake have come over me.

Posters of my beloved Justin were hung all over my purple bedroom for YEARS right next to my Jonathon Taylor Thomas shrine, softball trophies, and growth chart. I would listen to NSYNC cd’s over and over and over again . . . even rotating in their Christmas cd, even during the summer months. Man, I loved him. 

Tiger Beat, Teen Bop . . . I wasn’t loyal to a teen magazine, just loyal to him. If Justin was in it, my babysitting money was buying it. This picture is way too familiar. I definitely slept with this next to my bed.

By the way – did you see the tattoo that T-Pain just got? He tweeted, “I get a tatt every time I come to Hawaii. I think this one is pretty sweet, unless facebook shuts down soon.”

Boyfriend and I spent the weekend like an old married couple, but it was really refreshing and we both needed some serious down time. I’m talking – we made dinner together, drank wine, watched Harry Potter, and fell alseep before 10pm on Saturday. Sunday, we got coffee and walked around Borders and the kitchen store in Tannersville. I bought DSLR Cameras and Photography for Dummies and he got some kind of buisness book. 1 year ago, if you told me i’d be so happy spending a weekend that way, I probably wouldn’t have believed you. That brings me to change . . . and a book about it . . .

I’m ALL about being independent and women being able to do things for themsevles . . . but yesterday I discovered a deep thankfulness for having a self proclaimed “Renaissance Man” kind of boyfriend.

I have my own tool box with electric screwdriver, (thanks to my mom) but I don’t always know how to use the tools inside.  Nor do I EVER bring those tools into my car.

Somehow, Boyfriend managed to not only suggest the perfect book for my mood yesterday (Who Moved My Cheese … it sounds stupid, but ANYONE can take something from it, especially if you don’t adapt to change well), but he completely surprised me when he told me he could dismantle the dashboard of my car and replace my car stereo. (Mine got stolen over Christmas) He told me I might want to stay inside and not watch him take apart my car because i’m prone to FREAK OUT when it comes to my car not being in one piece, but I chose to watch … and I did so in amazement. I’m sure tons of guys can replace car stereos . . . but I think I was so much more moved by him offering to do it, being so completely patient while the pieces weren’t cooperating (VW’s are a pain in the butt) and the way he was so composed and didn’t complain about how long it was taking or how cold it was getting.

Who Moved My Cheese by the way – great little story. It’s simple enough to read to your kids and the message can connect with all ages. How well we adapt to change and recognizing when and how change happens around us, to us, for us, against us . . . it’s all how we choose to live.

I just finished reading Lissa’s Blog about hecklers at comedy shows.  And now I understand why our night turned out the way it did.  She jinxed us!

We all went to see comedian Lewis Black @ the Scranton Cultural Center.  Lewis opened the show by hinting  that some people in the audience might not get his “act”.  This triggered a response from the jack-hole sitting directly in front of us. 

“What act?” the nimrod screamed.

Welcome to Scranton, Lewis.

I love when one idiot with a loud mouth tries to become the star of the show.  And the sad thing, Lewis had to call this guy out whenever he spoke up.

We came to see one of our favorite comedians, not listen to some obnoxious knuckle dragger.  And what made the night even more bizarre…the dung-beetle was there with his Mom!  I bet she’s proud.

I told the mouth that roared to keep it down.  That kept him quiet or a few minutes.  But the urge to be Mayor of Annoying-ville was too strong.  He yelled some nonsense again.  Lissa’s date then said something to the doofus.  Again, that worked, for a few minutes.

So Professor Dillweed,  thanks for spoiling a great night of comedy.  I’m sure Lewis Black will have fond memories of NEPA because of you.  Nice work.  Next time why don’t you stay home & watch Cops.  Maybe you’ll see yourself on TV!

Check out the video below to find out how to get qualfied! You and 3 of your friends could be headed to NYC in a Limo courtesy of Nasser Limo. Plus have your own catered dressing room! Miranda will even stop by and hangout before the show!! Remember to text the right answer and your name to 34235 Good Luck!!!!

79% of guys say they would date themselves.

I thought about that for a while this morning. I value the connections of the relationships in my life mostly because the people who love me are so tolerant of my ridiculously outgoing personality and quirky traits.

I’ll say it . . . I can be REALLY annoying. If I met me, I don’t know if i’d be able to date me.

I carry on conversations with strangers everywhere, anytime, for lengths of time. I’m impuslive. I’m extremely picky. Finicky. I listen to music REALLY loud. I love hugs, but I turn them into “hangs” and stay in that position for longer than most. (Seemingly needy for someone so independant, huh?) I finish other people’s sentences when they take a breath. I pick stray hair off of strangers backs. I interject myself into other people’s conversations whether the subject matter or setting welcomes it or not. I’m overly self aware and over analyze everything. I drink beer through a straw and . . . frankly . . . that’s not even the beginning of it.

I think that’s the beauty of feelings, connections, and love. The things, on paper, that would turn you off about someone can be totally erased with a connection. Me on paper, no way, couldn’t date that person.

79% of guys love themselves so much and are that secure that they would without a doubt date themselves???!  Maybe guys really DON’T realize how gross they can be? Haha

I’m planning on snow boarding tomorrow with Boyfriend . . . but this will be our first time going together and I don’t want to disappoint him with my lack of skill. I was JUST GETTING BY the last time I went and definitely still need a babysitting considering I DOVE off of the lift. So … yeah, i’ll hopefully live through it to be able to give a status update on Monday. Have a great weekend friends! XO