I am. I can’t believe I am sharing this. Virginity is something that is taboo to talk about, isn’t it? I feel like a freakin’ nine year old when someone says virgin. *Shhhh* That’s a no-no word. Why is that? Virgin, virgin, virgin. I feel so naughty.

Why did I open an entry with that you’re wondering, aren’t you? Well, I am a “Rent My Blog” virgin. I thought, hey, WTF, might as well give it a whirl; what harm could it do, right? Well, I’m about to find out.

Dawn at Tiny Voices In My Head popped my cherry. I got a couple hits and some bids in like an hour of posting. I read her blog and the first (okay, I think it’s really the second) I read made me LOL.
Sold.

So, go hit up my renter. She’s got some funny shit over there.

I am craving attention. I want to know just how much you love me. Even if it’s only a tiny tiny bit. Click here and vote for me! Then leave me a comments and tell me how great I am and why you love coming here.

It’s a cheap and easy way to boost my self esteem, and I need it (today); so if you have a heart, do it.

No pressure. Really. I promise.

Please, please, please, please, please!!

Such a shameless plug. I should be embarassed. Is it bad that I’m not?

*sigh* Great start.

I am a notorious snooze hitter. Mike freaks (if he’s ever in bed longer then me) because I constantly hit the snooze button. I set my alarm for 20 minutes early just so I have time to hit it. I am not able to function with just getting up as the alarm goes off. I’ve tried, I get hurt far too often; slipping, dropping things… I am a slow waker.

Today, I was really slow. I hit the snooze once, then never heard the radio come back on. I woke up an hour late after a strange dream of driving a transport and being stuck in the snow in an inspection station, WTF?? I attribute it to whatever they were talking about; it snuck in my subconscious while I was blissfully snoozing, or not snoozing, since I was sleeping through the snooze.

that’s my DVR. Yup. A slice of heaven. I don’t know that I could ever go back to “normal” TV watching. Not ever.

I was against them at first. I thought it was just a waste of money and they didn’t do anything my trusty rusty (read: VHS) couldn’t do. It tapes and plays back, what more could you really need? Well, boy was I wrong. Pause live TV, tape anything and everything by the press of one magical little button; and series recordings. Fabulous!

I think I spend less time in front of the TV now, but watch more. Does that even make sense, is it possible? I have everything and anything that I like scheduled and I can get to it when I have time for it.

I remember the day of recording using a VHS. Setting the programmer and then “testing” it to make sure that it was going to work; breathing a sigh of relief that you’ve got it set up and have notified the house that if they even remotely breath in the direction of the TV you will slaughter them. (Hey, I only got like that for Melrose Place.) Then only to rush home to a horrific scene of a VHS tape popped out of the VHS player (it’s been so long, I forgot that they were called VCRs, Thanks Brenda!); a sure sign that the tape was at the end. Crushed, you realize that you’d forgotten to rewind it. What a nightmare! Damn, I (don’t) miss those days. That’s a piece of history to share with Carter someday. “Back in my day …”

So, now I have a faithful DVR that rarely lets me down. I have everything I want to watch right there waiting for me. Now, I just have to find the time to watch it all; that’s the only part that is difficult about my watching schedule (or lack of). I can’t gossip (cuz we know I love that!) about what I watched last night since I am more often then not, about 3 weeks behind everyone else. I have to run with my ears plugged screaming wildly so I can’t hear them walk away so my precious shows aren’t ruined for me. I tell ya, I am still so far behind on America’s Next Top Model! What a sad, sad life I lead.

I think the only thing that could be a little more uncomfortable then meeting a co-worker (by accident of course) at the prescription counter of the local drugstore would be the pharmacist yelling out what you were there for. Great. That’s just fuckin’ great. Peachy. Needless to say, the conversation was cut short and will. Never. Be. Brought. Up. Again. Ever.

Why is it that when one needs a fix of celebrity trash, the best website is so damn slow and no pictures load? Damn, I hate that. Perez man, we need to talk. This is getting ridiculous. I need to know if Brit and Paris are still fighting with Lindsay. GAWD! I need to know!!

And Brit showin’ off her ta-tas and va-jay-ja all weekend. Ick.

What can I say, I am a gossip whore.

So a fellow blogger blogged about it. Funny, we watched the same movie this weekend, and it wasn’t even together! Hubby and I rented Click as per my begging pleading request. I loved it! I could carry on and on about how much I loved it. Very cute, with a great message.

You, Me and Dupree – not so much. I was very disappointed. I thought it was goig to be really cute and funny (I love Kate Hudson – as in someone I would love to shoot the shit with while finishing drinking a magnum bottle of wine.) but it sooooo was not. Maybe if I had a bottle (or magnum) of wine before hand it might have been.

I was never a person that needed coffee. I think I drank it socially for a number of years; I never required that shot of java in the morning before leaving the house, I used to be able to function like a “normal” human being on a drink of milk or OJ first thing. I could never understand the dependency on coffee that many were afflicted with until. I. had. a. child.

I got my very first coffee maker for Christmas last year. I never even owned one before. Can you believe it? It’s true. I swear.

But now. Wow. I think I need that coffee to make me human. I can leave the house without it still, but you don’t want me to. Trust me on that. It’s a must before I get to work, or those people would be a decapitated head on a stick most days. Let’s face it. I am a HUGE bitch. I can say it. I’m a bitch. I know it. Coffee brings out the better bitch. The somewhat likeable bitch.

So, now I am a java junkie. Just like the rest of you (as I sit here enjoying my Tim Horton’s coffee). Christmas cups are out now at Tim’s and I think I’ve had about 2 so far. What up wit dat?

I am so dependent, I take pictures of my beloved.

Please, affirm my believes that I am not the only one. Tell me. How much do you drink? It’s okay, we’re all friends here. You can share.

Join me! I am taking the Holidalies challenge to post something everyday between December 1 and January 1. Since I have no life and my traveling plans are limited through the holidays I thought this was a great idea!

All you have to do is promise (your first born) that you will post something everyday. It has to be about 50 words or a paragraph, but something everyday. I think I can do this. I want to do this. I didn’t commit to the portal idea because, well… I don’t know if I have that much commitment. I mean, those are die hard bloggers!

So… are you game?

But for those of you that come here regularly… (I think there are a least a couple… I hope. Please?) look forward to regular posts everyday, and they may get weirder and weirder if I start struggling with something to write about.
You’ve been warned.