Life lessons from me to you...

Don't buy a $300.00 washing machine.
Don't eat nachos with cheese in your car.
Don't assume that the asshole who has his indicator on is actually going to turn.
Especially when you have cheese sauce with the lid off in your car.

And in other news...

I went to buy some food. I saw a rather unhappy looking guy. I walked past him. He turned around and said "SEE YA WHORE, SLUT, BITCH." I thought how weird. Then I saw a girl that worked there and she looked VERY uncomfortable. So I realized I was not who he was referring to as the whore, slut, bitch. Then I saw him PUNCH this guy behind the deli counter. Then I saw him throw something at the deli boy. Then a REALLY HUGE guy (like 6'5") that must have worked there came up and told the psycho to leave. Then the girl that looked uncomfortable started crying. Then I did my shopping. Then when I was leaving there were two cop cars and an ambulance outside. My jeebus.

You scored as One Intellectual Individual. You're a thinker. You see things from a very different perspective than the rest of the world, and probably find release and self-expression in music, painting, sculpting, or any other form of art. People see you as a deep person, full of knowledge that they don't understand. People are attracted to that, but there's a good chance you don't care.

One Intellectual Individual		100%
New Age Hippie		63%
Original Hippie		63%
Earth-Child		50%
Not a Hippie		25%
Pothead		13%

Today when I was driving to work a guy in a car beside me was blowing me kisses.

Nice way to start the day I'd say.

I guess it's all in how you look at it and how desperate you are for affection.

"NEW YEAR JACKPOT.

Sir/Madam,

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That's right bitches I won. Don't bother contacting me anymore.

Why are lawnmowers so loud? I mean seriously, can't we as a species come up with a way to cut a lawn that doesn't cause deafness? Also the trucks that beep when they back up? WE CAN HEAR THE TRUCK WITH THE HUGE ENGINE COMING TOWARDS US CAN'T WE? Who are the beeps for? Not deaf people. Not little kids because little kids would have no idea what the beeps meant and would be more likely to SEE the truck backing up towards them and move. And where the hell are their parents anyway?

Ha speaking of kids...I was walking in to a store yesterday, okay the liquor store, why must you always judge me? Anyway, this dude and his son were coming from the other direction and we all made it to the door at the same time. The kid walked in, then the dad and I looked at eachother and he said "After you." like the sweet gentlemanly type men that live in this area of the country always do (do they do it where you live? - It's AWESOME huh?) Anyway, I say "thank you", smile and walk in. The kid who was ahead of me hangs back at this point to wait for his dad, and as I walk away in a voice that was soft enough that he wasn't trying to let me hear the dad says to his son "Where was the little gentleman?"  Isn't that precious? They are raising a whole new generation of these dudes.

Moral: Life isn't all bad, except for the loud noises..

Something is wrong with my gum, where I had my tooth extracted, but two days ago when I went for my post-op check-up it was fine. Damn.

I talked to a couple of OLD friends tonight. We are going to get together. Yay.

Sometimes you don't answer the phone, that makes me sad. I hope when you need to talk somebody answers. Actually, my hurt makes me want you to feel the same thing I do, so I hope nobody is there to talk to you when you are lonely or scared, then you will know what it feels like.

Sad that I think that.

Had a tooth extracted. Tooth number 26. And then they drilled into my sinus cavity. Good times. But now I can go out and not be afraid to speak in someone's direction. The sound and feeling of a tooth coming out of your mouth is not the same as you remember as a little kid. It's louder, and much, much grosser. I can't even explain it. It's like a bad nightmare.

Oh and then last night I woke up and I was NOT breathing...I jumped up and started running around the room gasping for air like a goldfish out of water. Or I guess any kind of fish out of water. It was INSANE. I couldn't turn the lights out again afterwards because I was worried I would fall asleep and it would happen again. I think because the doctor told me to sleep with two pillows I inhaled spit while sleeping, you know when something goes down the wrong way? Yeah I think that happened while I was sleeping and then I woke up right at the gasping for air moment. SO freaky.

So anyway I fell back asleep eventually with the lights on like a little baby. Got up in the morning, all was well, or so I thought. Went to Tim Horton's to get a coffee before going to work and there were customers at both cashes so I waited in line. When one of the customers had finished and proceeded on with their coffee the cashier did not look at me or say "next", so for a 30 second period before the other cashier looked at me and said "What can I get you?" I thought I was actually dead from the not breathing incident.

I am SO not joking.

Also I spilled bleach all over my pants and my kitchen mat.

Dear Universe,

I think I am due for some good loving and boating karma now.

And now for your viewing pleasure (okay mostly mine) stolen from Momtheminx:

Memphis Steve said this about me:

Robin Alexa of A.K.A. Binsk - She's so easy going, and so artistic, you can't help but get caught up in whatever she's doing. She can throw on a pink wig and sing to a CD while videotaping it and you'll find yourself watching it over and over. She's the best friend you wish you could get back in touch with, the girl you tried to date but never had the nerve to ask out, the neighbor you had a crush on, and the quiet girl you had a class with who went on to appear in Playboy and shock everyone. Her writing is just whatever is on her mind, and if it only needs one sentence to say, then one sentence is all you'll get. Other times it's a paragraph about life or a book she loves or her dog. Whatever she has to say, every word is hypnotic. And did I mention how beautiful she is? Wow!

How cute is that? If he was single and Canadian, I'd do him. :)

Okay A, you know that commercial where the blondes and the brunettes dis eachother? It makes me want to find the fucker that wrote that and tear their hair out piece by piece. What the fuck kind of garbage is that? For anyone who is confused, i.e. people that don't leave their basements, women don't generally judge eachother by the colour of their hair regardless of what some pathetic people in advertising attempt to make us believe.

And B, the media asking whether South Koreans are concerned about a backlash from what a mentally ill person did is like asking redheads if they are worried about the way the Chuckie doll made them look. FUCK OFF.

Gimme an - L

Gimme an - A

Gimme an - R

Gimme an - R

Gimme a - Y

Vimy Ridge 90th anniversary

It is said that upon learning of the victory at Vimy Ridge, a soldier from France exclaimed, "C'est impossible!.", and upon learning it was the Canadians who had won it, replied "Ah! les Canadiens! C'est possible!."

That quote makes me want to cry and do karate kicks all at once.

Ooooh...I like this one.


"There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost." Martha Graham

I'm a Lotus Elise

"You believe in maximum performance and minimum baggage. You like to travel light and fast, hit the corners hard, and dance like there's no tomorrow."

Facebook is like so much fun and stuff. It makes MySpace look crappy(if it was even possible for MySpace to look crappier).

YouTube is still full of people crying and fighting and whining and being silly - I can't get enough really.

So you can see the reason I haven't been blogging is because I don't really have time to be obsessed over so many different things and do my job and other things that I have to do.

But I still love you. Well...not you, but the rest of you.

What's new with me?

Well I had the worst bout of pms this last month, I have been pretty good lately but this last one almost killed me. The best part was when I went to the dentist and he was about to fix my broken filling and I started crying and said I had to come back. This was the first time I had been to that particular dentist, which could have added to my nervousness, but also I'm sure made such a great impression. I have NEVER done that before. I have always been able to sit through a dentist appointment like a big girl.

Speaking of. This letter is good if you haven't seen it yet. It sounds a little like me. I wanna find this girl and be her best friend.

MR. JAMES THATCHER,
BRAND MANAGER,
PROCTER & GAMBLE

Dear Mr. Thatcher,

I have been a loyal user of your Always maxi pads for over 20 years,
and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard
Core(tm) or Dri-Weave(tm) absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback
riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up
and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has
to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company
smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be
aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month
knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from
"the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of the month" is
starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces
violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my
body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to
call "an inbred hillbilly with knife skills." Isn't the human body
amazing?

As brand manager in the feminine-hygiene division, you've no doubt seen
quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers'
monthly visits from Aunt Flo. Therefore, you must know about the
bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood
swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize
it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend
Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles
into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's
Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy! The point is, sir, you
of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal
maniacs in capri pants.

Which brings me to the reason for my letter.

Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to
reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi
pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words:
"Have a Happy Period."

Are you fucking kidding me?

What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really
think happiness-actual smiling, laughing happiness-is possible during a
menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit
pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of
sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything "happy" about a day
in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock
yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local
Walgreens armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your
life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull your head out,
man. If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad,
wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent,
like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong"? Or are you
just picking on us?

Sir, please inform your accounting department that, effective
immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have
chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will
certainly miss your Flexi-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your
brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep.
Always.

Don't read Jann Arden's journal on her website when you are feeling hormonal or you will end up a big blubbering mess.

I love that chick so much. She is wiser than Buddha. Okay maybe not Buddha, but she's pretty fantastic.

Her wise words make me weepy. <----(repeat that 5 times fast without screwing up)

Remember when I told you about a book called The Secret WAY before Oprah did?

Yeah well it's become SO huge it has overtaken the newest Harry Potter book on the bestseller list. Problem is, when something gets this big a whole bunch of people try and attack it which is exactly what is happening. I'm telling you this book (or DVD) is worth taking a look at if you haven't yet...don't listen to the naysayers that are stressed out that they could never write a book that would sell this well. Fucking naysayers.

Yeah I did it again.

You know how sometimes people fuck with you?

And you know how sometimes (or maybe most of the time) you know they are fucking with you? (depending of course on how much you pay attention, or how much you CARE that they are)

And you know how usually your first reaction is to get angry, or hurt, when you figure out that they are purposely trying to fuck with you?

Well I have a better way.

Fuck with them back. But not in a way that they will be able to figure out that you knew they were fucking with you first. In a very subtle 'they don't know where it's coming from and they can't figure out what is up' kinda way.

Serves them right, right?

P.S. Am I the last one over the age of 14 that didn't know this?

My Oscar thoughts...

Robert Downey Jr. is getting hotter and hotter. I didn't even know he was hot until tonight and now he's like magma hot.

Ellen is still funny.

George Clooney is still delicious.

Will and Jada Pinka Smith's son is adorable. I didn't see that movie so I have never seen him before.

I need to buy more pretty dresses.

And thus ends my completely superficial review of the Academy Awards.

*bow*

I think I have developed Blog ADD.

I visit, but if the post is over a sentence or two I can't stay focused.

I guess I need a break or something.

I know I said that already.

But I think I mean it now.

Or maybe not.

So my gas box, or whatever you call the thing that brings gas in to your house was COVERED, I mean COVERED in ice. And I didn't know this. So I drive in to my driveway and a nice man all dressed in orange coveralls carrying a Tim Horton's coffee jumps out of his truck as I am walking in to my house and says "Hi there, the meter reader called and told us that your gas meter is encased in ice, I haven't looked at it yet but maybe you could get your husband to build a little shelf over it so it doesn't happen again." So I say "Oh okay thank you." And then before he comes around to the back (he's still parked out front in his truck finishing his coffee) I run out back to look. The thing is not encased in ice, it is A CHESTERFIELD OF ICE, or SOFA OF ICE or whatever you call it in your neck of the woods.

IT'S HUGE.

Anyway my point is that I think it's funny when men come up with little projects, like building a gas meter shelter, for other men that they don't know. Especially when these little projects are for imaginary men like my husband.

Also I would like to thank my awesome internet friend for the Valentine's Day card I received today in the mail.

It's so cool.

And my imaginary husband isn't even jealous because he is very secure in our relationship.

So somebody named Catnip wrote this really nice tribute to smart female Canadian bloggers and I got mentioned as a smart blogger. Well yeah.

(Just kidding I don't brag about my brilliantosity too much, except for in emails to Sassy.)

AND I got mentioned in the same sentence as Raymi, which is always good.

They referred to Raymi as edgy and me as YOUNG. (Well actually they said that my YOUTH and Raymi's edginess DEFY stereotypes.)

I think my youth defies stereotypes because I have pretty much run out of it.

And I have no idea how to spell edgy. Is that right? It doesn't look right. I could look it up, but you know I'm young and can't be bothered. I've gotta go talk on the phone or something.

I think that invite only feature could be fun. There are a lot of people that I don't want invited to my net party anymore. Not you guys, you guys are aces.

I know we are all over Anna Nicole's passing by now. It's been three days for crying out loud, and we didn't even know her personally, and there is an upcoming President to talk about. Yawn. Anyway I'm not over it. I just left this comment on Rilah's blog. She posted that she was disappointed by all of the people that made fun of Anna Nicole. Me too. And not just after she died.

"I am quite broken up about it and said so on my blog. I think it has something to do with jealousy and insecurity on the part of the people who attacked her. If these people you speak of didn't have have their own insecurities overwhelming their judgement (and their mouths) they would see her as a whole person, who had her share of problems but also brought a lot of good to the world. I think it takes a bigger, more intelligent person to see her decline as just plain sad. She had a lot to live for, a tiny baby for starters. She was beautiful no matter her size and she did things her own way. It's very unfortunate that the people around her didn't do more to straighten her out. I only hope that if I got that messed up the people that care about me would help me. I am sincerely saddened by her death. It's a waste."

Yes I called Rilah and myself bigger and more intelligent than the people that mocked her.

Oh and that fucking jerk Zsa Zsa's husband who said some shit about how the baby could have been fathered by up to thirty different men. Why the hell would we listen to you? You are telling us that you cheated on your wife and you are making extremely derogatory statements about somebody who can no longer defend themselves. Why the fuck didn't you make this claim when she was alive? Oh because you are a LIAR. Fuck if somebody tried to slander me like that after I died I'd fucking knock a tree over on their fat ugly old noggin. And I'm sure it'll be extra specially nice for that little girl to read your slanderous quotes when she gets older. Way to go fuck face.

I didn't dye my hair really blonde, so this is my tribute.

Oh wait, I just read that her daughter is in the Bahamas. She's five months old and her mother left her there and went to Florida.

Okay fucked up on drugs or not I wouldn't even leave my dog alone in another country.

The country of his birth or not.

My baby was born in the Bahamas too.

Okay really, I'm done now.

There is a big controversy over in YouTube land. That diet coke and mentos fool shot to fame because he was a moron and now everybody knows about him and he is saying really stupid things and they are all shocked. Like somehow if you become famous your brain regenerates or generates, whatever the case may be.

My favourite quote:

"...I'm not sure what colour he is, I think he's Canadian."

Baaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaha.

If you want to see the controversy for yourself go to Renetto's video "Where are all the black people?" He is such a mope. And EVERYBODY of EVERY colour is telling him so. Fun times.

Tomorrow I am going to dye my hair really blonde in honour of Anna Nicole.

I am truly bummed.

Is there anyone else out there on blogger that has not been made to switch to beta or is it just me? It's starting to scare me a little.

Anyway. I have been thinking of running away from this blog for a while now. But I just can't yet. Maybe it's because of all of the totally awesome people I wouldn't know if it weren't for this little space right here. So I will stay for now.

Kathryn wins for best comment of the day.

"i like you and think you are pretty."

tkkerouac, also known as Raymi's mom, or Jack Kerouac's niece (or something like that) left me a question and since I am at a total loss for what to say on here lately I thought I would try and answer the question even though I don't quite understand it. Makes it more fun that way I'd say.

"I'm just visiting wondering what your all about, can you tell me more about your self help discovery?"

I am all about:

Johnny Depp, my dog Charlie, my family and friends, finding a new boyfriend that makes me laugh a lot, having at least one kid, vitamins, natural remedies, photography, beer, being happy, crossword puzzles, change, reality television, blogging, YouTube, seafood, euchre, singing, plants, road trips, Indian and Thai food, Muskoka, buddhas, spirituality, candles, Big Brother and Eminem.

I am so not about:

people who put on airs, watching the news, predictablity and routine, politics and the boring pointless discussions that come from talking about politics, women who speak in annoying "I am so sexy" voices on the radio, any morning radio show except for Howard Stern, football, guys that are really into sports (except hockey, that's okay), turnip, freezing fucking cold weather and snow, people who break promises or plans over and over, religion, insensitivity or wood panelling.


Okay my self help discovery...hmmm...

I have read many, many self help books. Is that what you mean? The latest one I read is The Secret and it's my very favourite because basically all you have to do is believe that good things will happen to you and they will. Oh and you should make a board with pictures of all of the things you want and really visualize having them. I haven't done that yet. I blame the cold.

SURELY you will be posting SOMETHING in your blog about the Superbowl half-time show…tell me you saw Prince perform in what can only be the best half-time show I've ever seen.

Holy crap, he did "Purple Rain" in the rain! And the stage was lit up all purple! And someone here is trying to tell me that he wasn't really playing the guitar, just because it was electric and everything was wet and all. RIGHT! I told him to shut it. (In my head, I mean.)

This is from my buddy that I have known since we were 12 or 13.

We used to watch Purple Rain over and over again. And Flashdance.

My 3 year old Goddaughter said to my friend the other day "Mommy I want a new Fairy Godmother because I never see mine."

Ooops...I better go visit soon, and bring bribes.

First I have to find my wand and my tiara.

Hey Robin, how are you?

When I was in Mexico City recently I had a dream about
you.

You and I were at a house party and Josh Duhamel (or
however you spell his last name, guy from that show
Las Vegas) was there.

He was hitting on you and I asked him if he was dating
Fergie from Black Eyed Peas.

He was evasive. He really liked you though and then
admitted that he was dating Fergie but since she is in
show biz she is cool with his dating other people.

Hmmmmm...it sounded good until that part about Fergie.

Heya.

Charlie is having an awesome birthday. Thanks for all of your nice birthday wishes. He got an email today from Dogster (his webpage) and TWENTY FIVE BONES!!!! Okay they are cyber imaginary bones, but still it's the thought that counts. AND he had half a raw steak (the REAL kind). I have learned that feeding dogs raw meat is very good for them, even though it sounds totally stupid in our "dog food culture". Actually "dog food culture" can be used to described most of the food we eat too. AND I just coined that phrase two seconds ago so I want props if it goes big, even posthumously, even though I plan on living to 106.

Also I did my own American Idol video. I was singing Ben by Michael Jackson. When I listened to it back it sounded like I was being strangled. I think this should be recommended therapy for all people that think they can sing.

My puppy is one!

Here are some birthday ideas we have come up with:

Bacon, meat, cheese flavored bacon, bacon flavored meat, peanut butter flavored cheese, and bacon flavored bacon suggested by Shadowdog. Assorted animal poop and small half-decomposed forest creatures for him to run around with, and a nice mix of cat poop for an after roll aperitif suggested by Madame D. A beef shank from the butcher suggested by Mike. And treats and a ball or something suggested by Marianna. And the ball that he has to move around in different directions so it spits out a treat suggested by Sassy. And a girlfriend suggested by Hedy.

Actually he'll probably just get what Marianna said with a side of Sassy, the rest are too hard for his mommy to deal with.
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Apparently everybody is being forced to be a beta blogger. This has not happened to me yet. Do you think maybe blogger forgot about me or something?

Speaking of, when you switch to beta blogger do you still get that little yield sign with the exclamation point and the dancing circle of bricks around it???

If you don't I'm suing.

Charlie is going to be one year old on Thursday. Every time I see him I say "Hi almost one year old!!!" Don't even try to imagine the excitement that is my life, it is beyond comprehension.

Anyway if you have any good ideas for what one year old dogs like to get for their birthdays let me know.

Speaking of anyway...yeah we were, go back and check...does anyone else want to punch holes in walls when people say ANYHOO??? ANYHOOOOOOOOOOOOO. ACK!!

How about ACK?? No, I think I like ack. It's very descriptive and silly. Perfect mix.

Went out with Sassy and Mr. Sass on the weekend.

We had a lot of fun though I think I was a little "please be my shrink and answer my ridiculous questions" at one point.

Okay maybe at three points.

Dear 69dude69,

Don't send me messages anymore because I'm not gonna respond.

Even if you looked like Johnny Depp I would have a hard time replying.

69dude69 as an "internet handle" is sorta like kryptonite for females.

Like my fargging gawd have you ever been out of your house before?

Why did I put before at the end of that sentence? It sounds weird, but at the same time oh so familiar.

Tell me what cartoon character you are. I'm Charlie Brown. 

Everyone has a personality of a cartoon character.

Have you ever asked yourself what cartoon character do you most resemble?



1. Which one of the following describes the perfect date?

a) Candlelight dinner (4 pts.)

b) Fun/Theme Park (2 pts.)

c) Painting in the park (5 pts.)

d) Rock concert (1 pt.)

e) Going to the movies (3 pts.)

2. What is your favorite type of music?

a) Rock and Roll (2 pts.)

b) Alternative (1 pt.)

c) Soft Rock (4 pts.)

d) Country (5 pts.)

e) Pop (3 pts.)

3. What type of movies do you prefer?

a) Comedy (2 pts.)

b) Horror (1 pt.)

c) Musical (3 pts.)

d) Romance (4 pts.)

e) Documentary (5 pts.)

4. Which one of these occupations would you choose if you only could choose one of these?

a) Waiter (4 pts.)

b) Professional Sports Player (5 pts.)

c) Teacher (3 pts.)

d) Police (2 pts.)

e) Cashier (1 pt.)

5. What do you do with your spare time?

a) Exercise (5 pts.)

b) Read (4 pts.)

c) Watch television (2 pts.)

d) Listen to music (1 pt.)

e) Sleep (3 pts.)

6. Which one of the following colors do you like best?

a) Yellow (1 pt.)

b) White (5 pts.)

c) Sky Blue (3 pts.)

d) Dark Blue (2 pts.)

e) Red (4 pts.)

7. What do you prefer to eat right now?

a) Snow (3 pts.)

b) Pizza (2 pts.)

c) Sushi (1 pt.)

d) Pasta (4pts.)

e) Salad (5 pts.)

8. What is your favorite holiday?

a) Halloween (1 pt.)

b) Christmas (3 pts.)

c) New Year (2 pts.)

d) Valentine's Day (4 pts.)

e) Thanksgiving (5 pts.)

9. If you could go to one of these places which one would it be?

a) Paris (4 pts)

b) Spain (5 pts.)

c) Las Vegas (1 pt.)

d) Hawaii (4 pts.)

e) Hollywood (3 pts.)

10. With which of the following would you prefer to spend time with?

a) Someone Smart (5 pts.)

b) Someone attractive (2 pts.)

c) Someone who likes to Party (1 pt.)

d) Someone who always has fun (3 pts.)

e) Someone very sentimental (4 pts.)

Now add up your points and find out the answer you have been waiting for!

(10-16 points) You are Garfield: You are very comfortable, easy going, and you definitely know how to have fun but sometimes you take it to an extreme. You always know what you are doing and you are always in control of your life. Others may not see things as you do, but that doesn't mean that you always have to do what is right. Try to remember your happy spirit may hurt you or others.

(17-23 points) You are Snoopy: You are fun, you are very cool and popular You always know what's in and you never are out of style. You are good at knowing how to satisfy everyone else. You have probably disappeared for a few days more than once but you always come home with the family values that you learned. Being married and having children are important to you, but only after you have had your share of fun times.

(24-28 points) You are Elmo: You have lots of friends and you are also popular, always willing to give advice and help out a person in need. You are very optimistic and you always see the bright side of things. Some good advice: try not to be too much of a dreamer, if not you will have many conflicts with life.

(29-35 points) You are Sponge Bob Square Pants: You are the classic person that everyone loves. You are the best friend that anyone could ever have and never want to lose. You never cause harm to anyone and they would never not understand your feelings. Life is a journey, it's funny and calm for the most part. Stay away from traitors and jealous people, then you will be stress free.

(36-43 points) You are Charlie Brown: You are very smart, very perceptive, honest, loving, You are tender, you fall in love quickly but you are also very serious about all relationships. You are a family person. Everyone loves you, people want to be around you, everyone calls you their friend.

You call your mom every Sunday. You have many friends and may occasionally forget a few Birthdays. Stay away from Jealous people they confuse you, you can be trusted, and admire smart-quick people. Don't let your passion confuse you with reality.

(44-50 points) You are Dexter: You are smart and definitely a thinker..Every situation is fronted with a plan. You have a brilliant mind. You demonstrate very strong family principles. Maintain a stable routine but never ignore a bad situation when it comes.

Autism test

Want to know if you are autistic or close to it?

Take this test that I found over at Px's blog. Clickety click barba trick

I got 14.

January 24th has been scientifically proven to be the most depressing day of the year.

But just think, if you get past Wednesday everything will be on it's way up from there.

If you watch any YouTube vlogs, a.k.a. video blogs, you will see SO many sad people, gawd the whining, the gloom. (oh yeah I know vlog sounds silly, but they all say it with a straight face. Seriously.)

People telling their sorrows in video form is so much worse than in a blog. I think it's because if you are reading a blog you don't get as sucked in by a person's emotions. If you are actually watching some person that is so sad that they are crying on your computer screen it can be pretty unnnnnggh, but if you are reading a blog and it sounds all sad and depressing you can just think to yourself oh they are just kidding, or oh they were just sad for a few minutes when they typed that, I mean look at the smiling pictures in their sidebar, they're fine for sure.

But the vlog, oh the vlog.

You think okay they were obviously depressed because they were all puffy faced and crying and I am ABSOLUTELY SURE that they are still depressed because they are living in a place with one light bulb and bad wood panelling and their bedspread, or duvet cover, or whatever you call it, is ugly, really really ugly. A person can't overcome a depression sleeping in a room that looks like THAT. No way.

Anyway, it's almost Groundhog Day. Yaaaaaaay.

And it's almost Superbowl which means football will officially be over until whenever the hell it starts up again. Yaaaaaaaaaaaay.

And the days are getting longer. Yaaaaaaaaay.