When I had a car and could drive everywhere I would turn to "the radio gods" to make decisions for me..."Do I go to this place or the next place, hmmm why don't I see what song comes on next is awesome, if it is then I'll go to this place...if it is a crapy song then I guess I'll go to the other place". Then I'd let the radio be my guide.
Today while getting ready for work I was listening to the radio and they played Was Not Was "walk the dinosaur"
When it came on the radio I stopped brushing my teeth looked at myself in the mirror and thought "today the radio gods are smiling...this day is special".
Then I spit out my toothpaste and joined in with a little "Boom boom acka-lacka lacka boom".

I have never had allergies before...and I don't know if I do now.
What I do know:
I have a little cloud in my head and it likes to stuff up my nose and itch my throat. It also makes me exhausted.
So after speaking to people about it I've been told these are allergies.
I have tried taking Claritin, Benedryl, and Allegra. Allegra is winning so far although it makes me feel goofy and a little like I'm on something I shouldn't be on.
Benedryl has given me crazy dreams and Claritin didn't do it for me.
All in all, I think that these "allergies" may be something too crazy for me to handle. I am a grown up after all and not used to parading around in broad daylight all cracked out on meds.


I think I'll go make some prank calls to make me feel better.

I went to the beach this past weekend and on my way there I drove through a town called "little heaven".
While driving through the tiny town of trailer parks and motorcycles I noticed that the most jumping spot in the town was the liquor store.
I then made the assesment that they must have been joking when they named the town that and appriciated the chuckle on my drive.
Directly after we reached little heaven's boundaries I noticed a sign pointing toward "slaughter beach".
Seriously....people go swimming in SLAUGHTER BEACH.
I laughed and decided that it was the WORST name that someone could name a beach. I mean who lives in slaughter beach?
I figure that must be where all of the monsters and mean guys from the movies must live.

Thank god I made it out of there alive, Delaware is kind of a scary place.

It's happened!
There are 7-eleven's in the big apple.
In support of this phenomenom I will share with you all my one of my favorite terms.
"7-eleven feet"
In Florida we use this term to describe bare feet with black bottoms. Basically they look as if you walked around barefoot in 7-eleven.
Which if you don't know....many redneck's can be seen doing on a daily basis.

When I saw my first NYC 7-eleven I said two things
"I need to get a slurpee, and I need to do it barefoot".
Part of me feels as if these "NYC 7-eleven's" are going to be neglected of their redneck right up here in the north.
I feel like it's my duty...as part 50% white trash...to dress in cut offs and a t-shirt that says "get her done? get ME done!" while I chew on dip and talk to the employee's about how all the mexicans are taking our jobs.
(note: this conversation would happen even if the employees are mexican.)
I'd call myself Justine and then after talkin for a bit to the register guys, I would stand outside and just stand there watching people go in and out... all day long, barefoot and bored.
Cause that's what they do at 7-eleven's in some parts of Florida...
something tells me that they won't be doing much of that here in NYC.

Somehow my email knows I'm a dork.
Today I recieved an email telling me that Air Supply and Billy Ocean will be playing together in concert this summer.
Just to make sure we are on the same page...I am NOT on a mailing list for either of those bands. I am NOT involved in a fan site, or myspace friends with either of them.
But for some reason my email decided to make me aware of their soon to be touring existence.
How?
I mean I keep my music to myself...when on the subway I go out of my way to make sure no one knows I am listening to "Sweet Dreams" by Air Supply, or "Caribbean Queen " by Billy Ocean.

I DO plan to try and go to this concert with the hopes that they all team together and sing a medly of "get out of my dreams and into my car...making love out of nothing at all...when the going gets tough the tough get going...and all out of love".
Question: How could I NOT go to this concert?
Although the bigger question at hand is: How did my email know this?

Big brother is watching...indeed.

Ever been to Indian Rocks Beach?
I have spent many a week on that beach. My favorite memory though out of all of them came on my last trip to the beach.
My mother and her girlfrriends rented a place on the beach for a week to get away and relax, I happened to book a flight home at the same time and was invited by default to join them. I thought at first....YUCK, go to the beach with my mom and her friends? This is going to be SOME vacation.
We got a great room in a sweet super swanky hotel, then spent everyday eating shrimp cocktail and blackened grouper, sunbathing and shopping, laughing and of course drinking. It ended up being one of the best weeks of my life.
One afternoon my mom suggested we all go to a beach bar get pina colada's and sit and watch the sunset to see if we could see the "green flash"

For those of you who don't know what "the green flash" is here's a brief explanation:
"Green flashes and green rays are rare optical phenomena that occur shortly after sunset or before sunrise, when a green spot is visible for a short period of time above the sun, or a green ray shoots up from the sunset point. It is usually observed from a low altitude where there is an unobstructed view of the horizon, such as on the ocean." -wikipedia
Supposedly it brings you good luck.

So we all went and set up camp at a beach bar and waited for the flash. I remember commenting on how empty the place was considering how amazing it was outside.
Then out of nowhere all of these old...and I mean OLD people came wheeling and waddling in to get their spots good and ready. They all crowded around the edge of the bar to see the ocean from the best possible view...it was as if they came off the "cocoon" tour bus and were directed to stand right in front of our table.
They acted like the closer they got to the table, the longer they might live.
If this weren't bad enough out of nowhere they started to play the 2001 space oddessy theme. As the sun got closer to set, the music got louder.
All of these old people then got very quiet, listened to the music and waited for the sun to go down. You couldn't hear anything but that drum and horn...BAH BAH BAH BUDUDHDHD.
Then out of the silence all I hear is my mom go
"Damn it, I didn't get to see it!" and old lady with a gigantic hat turns around and says "SHHHHhhh, you will ruin it for us". My mom then replies "Oh get a life lady".
My mom and her friends then all start laughing...triumphant against these old biddies who are taking their veiw from them.
I then watched the lady's husband wrap his arm around her and whisper "you've got a life, couldn't get much better could it?"

I remember thinking...that's it.
That's what it's about.
I hope that when I am being wheeled around, or on my way to spoon-fed land I have the smarts to make it to the 2001 space odessy sunset bar with someone I love, and I get to try and see that green flash for the rest of my days.

Being that it's Friday I've decided to adopt an animal.
Today I became the proud foster parent of Timi.

Timi, is the 75th orphan chimpanzee at Tchimpounga sanctuary. His mother was shot for bushmeat.

I supposedly will get a picture of him and info on how he's doing in the mail. I can't wait!
If you're sitting around deciding what kind of an animal to adopt on your Friday afternoon I highly endorse checking out The Jane Goodall Institute. All proceeds go directly into getting the chimps medicine food and whatever else they may need to continue to live.

I was trying to think of one of the most embarrassing moments of my childhood and I was having trouble...
I had a lot of little ones, but nothing that was highly traumatic...
Except I do have a weird fear of reading on the toilet.

When I was in kindergarten I was really into reading (my mom is a teacher and was very pro-reading while raising me).
One day during free time I started to read a book.
All of the sudden the teacher exclaimed that free time was over and we should all go back to our desks.
Well! I wasn't finished with my book, free time couldn't be over...so I looked around for a good place to hide and finish reading.
I decided that I would go to the bathroom and bring the book with me so I could read the rest of it without getting into trouble.
I tucked the book I was reading up in my skirt held it between my legs and waddled over to the bathroom. I remember waving my hands in the air in an effort to divert attention away from my legs.
I walked up to the bathroom turned the "Green light Go" sign to "Red light STOP!" on the doorknob, sat down on the toilet, and began to finish my read.
It seemed to be the perfect place; I could go to the bathroom and read at the same time, and all without the interference of the rest of the class!
I had found a perfect place!!
Well, somewhere between the toilet paper, being in heaven, and the end of the book I dropped the book into the toilet.
THIS WAS HORRIBLE.
Not only was I missing from the class, but the book was as well...and not only that but if I wanted to finish the book I would have to fish it out of pee water.
YUCK!
After much contemplation I decided to do what any other smart 5/6 year old would do.
I quietly snuck out of the bathroom. Let the door shut WITHOUT switching the "Red Light STOP!" sign.
I then spent the rest of the day watching a bunch of little kids stand outside that bathroom...squirm around and eventually after they couldn't hold it anymore go to the next door classroom.
I never told my teacher, never finished reading that book, and still to this day you'll never see me anywhere near a toilet with a book.