OOOO, Pretty Barbie

I decided to make my blog look sexy, and I added my favorite links which wasn't an option with my other template. Funny what happens when you have all this free time on your hands.

Oh, and I had to make everyone aware that this exists.

Thanks, Lori...I think. :)

A Spoon Full of Sugar

This evening, my fella and I were leaving the "da Hukilau" after one too many Pineapple Heads, (my favorite drink) and I developed a killer case of the hiccups. I tried everything short of standing on my head to get the damn hiccups to stop, but it was a spoon full of good 'ol sugar that did the trick.

Grandma Elsie was right.

Who knew?

The mystery is now solved.

"Talk to My Ass"

Pop music has been going to the shitcan for a while now. The MSN homepage had a featured article dedicated to those who can't and shouldn't sing, but unfortunately have made their way to the airways.

One artist listed that shouldn't sing was definitely worth noting:

Steven Seagal: "Many have placed action star Bruce Willis on lists such as these over the years, but Willis only did two albums, had a good time with it, put it behind him and seemed to not take the whole enterprise very seriously. Seagal, on the other hand, takes himself veeeeery seriously on the multiple blues records he has spawned. On the latest, "Mojo Priest," Seagal offers a song called "Talk to My Ass." Let's recap the math: gravely serious over-the-hill martial arts movie star plus guitars plus blues music plus a demand that you talk to his ass. Adds up to trouble."