Hot Tip #3: Music Storage

We are in the digital age...incase anyone forgot. This means you have to take the necessary precautions in order to safe guard your most important stuff on your PC: your mp3 files. Nowadays, people are buying cd's and importing them to their computer. This is great because you have the cd as a hard copy. Unless you sold them on ebay to pay for your latte or coach purse obsession. But if you fought the urge to sell them (and good for you!) then you won't have any problems if and when (because you know one day you'll see the blue screen of death and it'll all be over) it dies.

However. For those of you who are "purchasing" mp3's online(and I'm talking to you free-loaders too), then you should be aware of the trouble that you just might face when the blue screen of death faces you.

Besides backing up your important documents and personal stuff, your mp3's probably take up a good portion of your disk space right? I've got...well I'm not telling you how much I have, that's personal. But if you've got a lot of music and you have no hard copies, make hard copies.

MP3 files don't take up a lot of space on cd disks. Actually let's say if you have entire albums on your computer, you can copy that whole album folder onto your disk and still have room for your entire collection of Michael Bolton and Styx! So you can have like 15 albums on one cd, it's amazing!

Once this process is done and you've filled up the cd with all your mp3's, it's necessary to label the cd. This may sound stupid and silly but when you really want to listen to the greatest hits of Fleetwood Mac, you'll know where to find it. So take the time to label them.

The blue screen of death hits us all at one point...some more than others (thanks again for fixing it Justin!). But if you take the necessary steps, restoring won't be as painful as seeing blue...or loosing Michael Bolton.

Sorry Readers

My mad HTML skills didn't work. And how did that end up on here anyway? Honestly, I never posted it. Plus Tony, you already bought your love flowers.

I guess I'll just keep practicing.

Howard 100%

I'm sure I've mentioned a few time that I have satellite radio. I've had it for over a year. The programming is so much better than Las Vegas radio (sorry Aubry) that I never listen to it. Blah! The big news last year was Howard Stern would be heading over to Sirius. I thought to myself, "Ok, so what. I don't listen to regular radio anyway so it'll just be another show on satellite."

There is a problem with satellite radio; you don't stay on a channel for too long. Once the song or show is over, you change it to something else because you know something better is on. All of the channels are better so it's really hard to stick and listen. At least that's my problem.

The first day of Howard 100-101, Justin wanted to take my car to work. Every time he gets in the car, he instantly changes the channel to his favorites. But this day was different. He plugged in channel 100. I bitched, "I don't want to listen to this crap!!" "Come on, it's the first day! Let's just listen for a little bit. If it gets stupid we can change it." "Fine."

We listened to the show the whole way to work. It seems to have worn on me. And if you've never listened to Howard when he was before satellite, let me tell you why you should listen.

A) Only listen to him when you are awake. If you listen when you are waking up, the deepness of his voice will annoy the hell out of you (I would always yell to turn it off. That's probably why I hated the show so much).

B) This show is really for adults only. In case you didn't know. Seriously, most topics are covered and in great details. So if you are like his Intern who's never been with a chick, listening to the show would probably give you ideas that you might not otherwise have.

C) Sometimes the questions are dumb. However, it puts the questionee in an uncomfortable position (or comfortable) and then the real entertainment begins.

D) He has outrageous standby's. Midgets and drunks that are always willing to do whatever it takes to make me (the listener) laugh. Also making it possible to come back on the show. Hey if a midget thinks it's funny....then it must be ok to laugh.

E) Surprisingly you might learn something on his show. Recently, they all revealed something that no one else knew. Ya I really don't want to know who cheated on his wife or who had plastic surgery or who was...um... really bad. But when you listened to which each one belonged too, I was surprised and disgusted all at the same time. But I still listened. Just like millions of other listeners. Yes, he has millions of people listening to him, so he must be doing something right.

I've never been able to hear the entire show but I get enough of it on the way to work. But my channel flipping days are over on satellite radio. Unless he's talking about the FCC... boring! Let's see what's on the 80's channel. "Yes! Billy Joel!" Well maybe I still flip...remember, there's always something better on!

January 24-25

While Writinggal was enjoying her birthday, I was celebrating too. Her's and mine. Actually I'm so busy today that I can't celebrate like I wanted too tonight. Sad I know. But don't fret, I'm still going to honor today as my day, but I got to open everything up last night! It rocked!

Justin took me out to Lawrey's Steakhouse. The same people who make the great season salt have a great restaurant off the strip here. Without going into too much details, it was the best Prime Rib I've ever had. The house salad dressing was excellent and the Yorkshire Pudding (aka popover bread) was so tasty! While eating, I made a comment to Justin "How come there are tables full of men in here?" It was like a gentleman's club without all the hookers! It was very 40's style classy and upscale. So it was more like a country club. If you come into town, consider going there. It was well worth it!

We got home and I was 'allowed' to open my gifts from Justin. He's so paranoid sometimes. He was worried about one of the gifts...that I might not really like it. "You know me, you should know what I like!" And after opening the iffy one first, a sigh of relief came over him when I was all girlie and giggly. He got me a boombox for my satellite radio unit. Now I can listen to it anywhere in the house! Or take it camping...if we actually go sometime. Either way, I love it!

My second gift is just as cool and practical. Since I've started working, I'm suck in a rat maze of cubicles. I sit next to co-workers that chat on the phone all day (it's their job). So I'm always needing some headphones. Justin got me some noise canceling headphones. So I'm trying them out today. I'm 100% sure they will solve all my problems....of noisy people.

My third gift was something that I picked out after Christmas. He's been holding onto it since. So it was no big surprise when I opened it.

So today, I'm secretly celebrating my actual birthday with a bagel and a latte; my noise canceling headphones listening to satellite radio. This is how people should be celebrating their birthday's. Using the gifts they got the night before. Maybe next year my birthday will fall on a Friday. Then I can celebrate all weekend!

2nd Grade Idols

I attended most of my school years in Texas. Except kindergarten in Arizona and 2nd grade in Utah. I remember Kindergarten mostly because the school looked like a sombrero. The only thing missing was the chips and salsa.

My education there was standard I guess. You know the usual; learning Spanish, wishing I was in the other Kindergarten class (they had a 2-story play place!), learning about the fire alarm (a fellow classmate pulled the big red handle...stupid kid!) and bugging my brother who was in the classroom across from mine. His teacher eventually moved him. He was distracting me from learning Spanish!

But I really can't compare it to anything else. By the time I was in second grade, I had already moved from Arizona, Texas and was living in Utah. That one year in Utah would help me understand that I was always going to be surrounded by doe heads. I just became more aware of it at that age, state and school.

Apparently kids didn't like me. Well one boy specifically. During reading, I stood up to go to my desk and get my book. When I came back, this doe headed boy pulled the chair out from under me. Can you believe it? I fell hard and hit my head on a desk! My teacher picked me up and took me over to her desk carrying me like a baby. I was torn between being embarrassed at how she reacted and how much I cried. But either way, that boy is probably married with 9 kids. That's what you get for teasing me.

Another kid was always sick. This kid missed like half the school year. We didn't miss him because he always smelled like vomit. Nobody wanted to sit next to his desk because it smelled so bad. Vomit boy! His mom was also our class mom. She didn't smell like vomit though...he did.

Another classmate was kinda pathetic. She came to school with a hair brush stuck in her hair. She couldn't get it out and her mom couldn't get it out, but she sent her to school anyway. The rest of her hair was all messy. Like she had just started brushing and then it happened. I can just imagine that conversation. "Ouch! Mom, I can't get it out!" "Sorry, no time, you'll miss your bus." "But I can't go to school like this (crying)!" "It's your own fault if you ain't known how to brush your hair by now!"

Our teacher tried to take it out. No luck. Every girl tried to help her including me. I just tugged on it til her head couldn't take it anymore, but that brush was so tangled up in her hair, she'd have to cut it out. She spent the rest of the day with a brush in her hair. Somehow her mom got it out for the next school day. I didn't ask how. I felt bad for pulling on it so hard.

See, 2nd grade was when I became aware of myself around others. I thought, "I don't want to be like these idiots" and I'm not like them. I've never pulled a chair out from underneath anyone. I've uh, NEVER smelled like vomit.... never ever. I don't think I've even thrown up especially not from drinking. And I've never had a hair brush stuck in my hair. I've had ugly hair cuts, but that's not the same as a hair brush. But I've learned my lesson. I wonder if that girl went into beauty school. Maybe by then she'd learn how to brush her own hair. On second thought, let's hope she's not. I'd like to see an adult walking around with a brush stuck in her hair. I'd pull a chair out from someone to see that!

Hot Tip #2: Organizing

Do you come home to a house that bombards you with clutter? Do you have so much stuff that you don't know what to do with it all? Do you still have things in boxes from your move 18 years ago? If yes to any of these questions, I can help. What you need my friend is a little organization and good session of de-cluttering.

The first rule of getting your crap together or thrown out is: do you use it now? If you haven't touched it in over 6 months, throw that crap out! Now of course there are exceptions. Justin and I do fondu for Christmas Eve dinner every year. So I don't touch that stuff for almost a year. That's an exception. So think about that when you start going through everything. But don't be like, "Well I used it in 1991, I know I'll use it again." Doubt it my friend. Throw it or donate it.

Hey, sometimes you might get in a wild mood on a Tuesday night to do this. Don't. You'll have your house in an even bigger mess because you can't get it all done on a Tuesday night. This is from experience. So spare yourself that.

If it still works, but you don't use it (or haven't touched it in 8 years), donate it. If it's broken and you've been dumb enough to keep it for this long, throw it out. Think of all the joy someone else might have with your 15 year-old set of hot rollers. Pure joy!

Clutter not only will take over your house, but it will take over your life. Things have to have a place. If they don't, get rid of it. Or get some storage solutions! People, let's not live like slobs. Make it a habit to go through your stuff at least once a year. Because honestly, are you really going to use that telephone (missing the receiver) again? Throw it out!

Myths Revealed!!!!

These are myths that I know of. Some are legend and some are one's I've come across over the years and some are mine, until I realized how stupid I was. Let's start with an easy one:

Myth #1:
If you swallow gum it stays in you for 7 years.
How is this possible? The only thing I can think of that is indigestible is fiber. And we don't get enough of that (ahem, most American's). So how did this myth of indigestible, living in your stomach for 7 years gum come around. I'm sure it had to do with some lazy parent saying to some stupid kid who kept swallowing his gum (which could have been pricey for the parents) and the parents were tired of it. People, if coins can go through your system (or at least my dog's), then chewing gum can. One other clue that gives it away, the number 7. Anything with the number 7 is fake. I've come to realize this and so should you. If anything, the number 7 should be lucky. It is here in Vegas.

Myth #2
Using more than one (!)exclamation mark shows how much more excited you are.
I fell for this when instant chat first came out. Everything was "Oh ya!!!!" "No way!!!!!" "Really????!!!" It really doesn't enhance your emotions, just how dumb it looks. Stop doing it!!!!

Myth #3
If you're low on gas you'd better turn off your radio.
What the hell? No, that's all battery people. Gas runs the car, not the radio. You insert the key, you turn it to on (don't start the car) and the radio comes on. But the car isn't running. How did that work? The battery doe heads.

Myth #4
The shortest route isn't always the fastest.
It is if you drive fast.

Myth #5
If one vitamin is good for me, then I'll take 10!!!!
People, people...multi-vitamins are meant to be taken in addition to a well balanced diet. Just because it's good for you doesn't mean you should be taking as many as possible. Ever heard of people overdosing....on vitamin A? Do you want liver damage, hair loss, blurred vision or headaches? Well then take about five times the RDA and you'll be blind with liver damage!

Myth #6
If you take the last Red Bull, you replace it or pay for it.
Apparently this doesn't count at work in Justin's fridge. I'm still waiting for my Red Bull............

Your Words on my Blog

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Marketing I'm Not

My new title is Marketing Coordinator. However, I don't know anything about it. Is that to be expected when you are hired for a job with no skills at all? I guess it could be. Well I gotz skills fo sho, but marketing...that would be a negative.

It's only the first week. Let's see how it goes. I'll keep you posted. This isn't video editing.


Oh and if you are waiting for a Mad Lib story, that will happen on Monday morning. I have to collect all my words. So stay tuned.... (and if you forgot to add your words, you still have time, but hurry up!)

Mad Libs

Ok everyone, let's have some fun. I was reminded the other day how fun Mad Libs were when I was a bad girl scout (and I was). However, I wasn't bad at Mad Libs. So, let's do one. I'll ask for 4 of each and then I'll pick the best of the best to put in my Mad Libs story. I'll give you til tomorrow afternoon (3pm Las Vegas time) to come up with some great words. You can just post them in the comment section. Don't worry about people seeing the words, you don't even know what the story is! Then I'll post the story with your words. So the pressure for me to write a blog is not as demanding.

4-nouns
4-adverbs
4-adjectives
2-names of people you know
4-verbs

Easy enough. So let's have some fun with words! This is a blog you know.

Don't worry if you can't come up with 4, just come up with something.

Madam Scully

I don't think that I'm alone in this thought, but I think that dogs (well my dog) have ESP. The fact is they do have heightenend senses but could sensing spirits be one of them? I think so!

I never really noticed it when she was a puppy. Mostly because she was kinda silly and not very smart. So I could have easily passed her crazed behavior for puppy-play. But recently, I've noticed some weird behavior.

For example, one night I was in my office in our old apartment. My desk was right next to the door. She came in and stood up on the door, looking up and barking. She saw something up there. But all I saw was the plain white walls which apartment owners never let you cover up with color. Maybe the white was too much for her and she wanted it painted? Our whole apartment complex was old peeps so it could have been the lady before, who died. Only Scully will know. She wasn't talking. But she did that all the time and at the same spot.

Now what's really creeping me out is her behavior in our house. I have no idea if it was built where a person was buried by the mob or what, but I think that Scully knows. But again, she's not talking. We have two places in the house where she's crazy. The first one is downstairs in the living room. Our sectional couch covers two walls. She will get on top of the couch in the center, look up at the corner of the room and bark wildly. Sometimes, she'll freak out and run away looking back like someone is lunging towards her! Maybe the spirit gets annoyed with her barking. Because it's annoying for me, who's living. Who knows. But it's weird to watch. I usually get creeped out and go upstairs.

The second place is in my closet. She'll go in there (cause it's a walk-in) and stand on her back legs and look up. It's not as creepy as the downstairs living room corner, but she's looking at something on the blank wall. This one doesn't lunge at her. Maybe it's nicer.

I'll have to do some research on pet ESP. Maybe we can contact someone. Um, maybe not. I might creep myself out even more! I'll just let Scully take care of them.