If ya "wannabe" my lova, ya gotta git with my friends!

So, I was looking through all of my CD's this morning, and here are a list of CD's that I am embarrassed to say I own:

1. Jesse McCartney, "Beautiful Soul"
2. Spice Girls, "Spice Girls" (Clever title)
3. Enrique Iglesias, "Escape"
4. Backstreet Boys, "Black & Blue"
5. Reba McEntire, "Greatest Hits Volume Two"


But the sad part is...I still enjoy some of the songs! Ah!

Random or Known Facts (Depending on who reads this)

Here ya go Shelli:

Fact 1. I cannot dive, ski, roller blade/skate...and I never want to attempt any of these things.

Fact 2. I have traveled to Germany, Austria, and England.

Fact 3. I know all of the words to "Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid.

Fact 4. I played Madam Thenardier from Les Miserables in my high school musical.

Fact 5. I didn't learn to walk until I was 17 months old...my poor mother...

Fact 5. I was born in Kansas and lived there for 3 1/2 years, then moved to North Carolina for 3 1/2 years, moved to Minnesota and lived there for 13 years, and finally moved to Arkansas and have lived here for two years...does that add up to 22 years total?

Fact 6. When I was little, I once pooped on a rug at an oriental rug store. (My parents had me out of there quicker than you can say, "That's going to leave a mark.")

Fact 7. I really like Liverwurst (liver sausage), sardines, and boiled chicken parts i.e. the heart, liver, neck, etc. (If you'd ever like to come over for dinner, just let me know!)

Fact 8. I have a secret desire to sing "The Star-Spangled Banner" at a baseball game.

Thanks Troy

So, I was driving along this morning trying to find a plastic blow up "kid" pool. My sister and I wanted to buy a pool and then lay in it, hey, the days are hot, and times call for desperate measures. Well, after being told that the Walmart on 6th street was sold out of kiddie pools, I attempted to drive to the Walmart by the mall. It was hot, and by this time my hair was matted to my head, and sweat was dripping down my back soaking my shirt. As I pulled into the parking lot I heard, "thump, pud dump, thump", and immediately prayed, "Lord, please don't let that be another flat." (I had already had a flat tire a month ago.) Well, I parked the car, got out and checked the driver side tires, and then went around and checked the passenger side...and there it was...THE FLAT. Well, I called my mom...I've seen a flat changed before, but sadly I didn't know completely how to do it all by myself. My mom arrived within 10 minutes, and we both started to assess the situation. We hauled out the flat tire, the jack, and all the little gadgets from the trunk. We both were on our hands and knees trying to see where exactly we were supposed to place the jack under the car when we heard, "Wait ladies, stop what you're doing, I can help." A guy pulled in front of my car and hopped out. He was a smaller replica of Mr. Clean: short, completely bald, white shirt and blue jeans. He said his name was Troy, and that he was a mechanic. I swear I almost heard the angles cry, "Hallelujah!" It was like watching one of those mechanics during the Nascar races. What would have taken my mom and me an hour, Troy managed to change the flat in 10 minutes top! The best part was Troys humility, and joyful attitude the entire time. I mean, the guy was drenched with sweat and dirty by the end of it all, yet he was so helpful and pleasant. I was really blessed by Troy today. I hope to pass on/repay the help and favor to someone else when they need it. But more importantly, I hope I do it with a joyful and sincere heart.

Originally I Am From Atlantis...

Oh man...my side hurts. Okay, so I went to school with this guy before I transfered from Winona State; he's two things: crazy, and crazy funny. He prank calls people, and it's just genius and hilarious. If you want to laugh out loud go to this link and listen to "Bartholemuw, Son of Icarus", "Celebrity Merchandise" and "Kids for Sale". Trust me, you won't regret it!

http://www.purevolume.com/toadthetelephoneterrorist

Haircut Fiasco

This pretty much sums up my latest haircut fiasco. Oh, the humor that can be found in distress...

Dear Blog

I have never kept a diary, or a journal. Wait, that's a lie...when I was six I once had a little blue diary with a balloon carrying bear on the front cover. Inside the journal on the first page, I scotch taped a newspaper clipping of a picture of Macaulay Culkin (I actually used to think we were at one point dating). However, besides the picture of Macaulay, I pretty much wrote things in my diary like, "Today my sister hit me", or "Today I had pizza for lunch ." With this being said, I guess I have been hesitant to create a blog, because I always felt like I never had much besides ramblings to write about. Well, I am hesitant no more friends! Ramblings or not, here I come!