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Domo arigato, Mr. RobotoSo I

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto

So I was listening to absolutwade radio (warning: only open this url in soundjam or some other mp3 player) and on came Styx's Mr. Roboto. It is such a silly song that makes you dance stupidly, or do even more stupid things like this.

Just when you thought...that the

Just when you thought...

that the Gymnastics competition at the Olympics couldn't get any more bizarre, comes this story about the All-Around Gold Medalist.

G'day AustraliaYa know, watching all

G'day Australia

Ya know, watching all of the Sydney scenes during the Olympics really makes me want to go back Australia. I went there in August, 1999 with Beau and he has a really nice gallery of pics from the trip.

I have come to compare the 15 hour flight over there (and back) to childbirth - it really sucks while you are doing it, but quite a while after it, you start to think "hey, maybe that wasn't so bad after all" and then you start to consider doing it again. Anyway, we were there for such a short time, and tried to cram too much in, but we did see all of the touristy things you are supposed to go see - the Opera House, Ayer's Rock and the Rainforest. There is so much more to see, that next time I go, I will go to experience more of the country and not just the gotta see sites, since that has already been done.

But I am definitely going to start saving all my pennies because I may be silly, but not silly enough to fly coach that far again.

Olympic gymnasticsThis has been my

Olympic gymnastics

This has been my favorite sport ever since I can remember, with one of my earliest memories being Nadia Comenechi getting the first perfect 10.0. And I also think it is pretty cool to have her living so close to me now in Norman with her husband Men's Gymnastic's Olympic medalist Bart Conner (even if it is a sham marriage, but that is a whole other topic) and having the most decorated women's gymnast, Shannon Miller, from here also.

So of course, I am glued to my television to watch this Olympic's competition - even knowing the results 17 hours before they air. And being the armchair coach that I am, I have got to say that these are some of the sloppiest performances you can imagine from the world's finest athlete's. It is unbelieveable. And yes, I know that there has been equipment problems, from the vault being too low and the floor being too hard, but come on. How many people fell off the beam and from the parallel bars that didn't have any problems? It just seems quite unreal.

But, on the other hand, I am soooo grateful that the girls cannot hear the announcers. Could they be any shittier? I sincerely do not believe it could be possible, unless they just flat out started talking about their weight. They have made so many snarky remarks that it is impossible for me to list them all, but suffice it to say, these girls have worked hard to get where they are. Being the hypocrite that I am, I justify my snarkiness by saying these events are supposed to be free entertainment for me, whereas the announcers are getting paid to narrate the events as they happen, or I guess as they happened yesterday as it really is, and not to just cut eveything down.

Oh well, the first ever trampoline Olympic competitions start tomorrow, so I am sure I can find something else to get giddy about.

I am so easily amused.

96 boxes.....count'em...96 freakin' boxesSo I

96 boxes.....count'em...96 freakin' boxes

So I am standing in my favorite store, Target, where, to steal the ad line from my uncle's hardware store, "If they don't have it, you don't need it", waiting to check out.

Anyway, standing at the next register these two women and a girl pull up. And being the nosy person that I am, I started watching what they were unloading to buy (admit it, you all do it when you are standing in line - it's not just me). The first two things they pull out are two special 6-pack packages of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. No big deal, always good to have something like that on hand. But then they kept unloading the packages........until there were two stacks 8 packages high.

96 Boxes. That is a hell of alot of macaroni art.

For Ray...Hey Ray! I posted

For Ray...

Hey Ray! I posted now. Sure it's a day late, but at least I did. So there.

(Boy, I sure showed him.)

The forgotten ones...Everyone needs a

The forgotten ones...

Everyone needs a little recognition in life. Sometimes it comes in the form of awards and accolades and sometimes it just comes in someone's comments with a smile. Both can be fulfilling. But without any recognition, whether intentionally or by oversight, it can make someone invisible, inside and out.

It takes alot of courage to take a stand and demand the recognition that is deserved, and most don't have it, they just wait and hope it comes along. Sometimes that is just the easiest thing to do.

Happiness is........cleaning shoes on a

Happiness is....

....cleaning shoes on a bench on the corner of Main and 3rd.

No, I am not mad

No, I am not mad at you (or you either). Nor am I avoiding you. I just cannot take small talk right now, and that is all I am willing to give, so I guess we are stuck in a catch-22, aren't we?

Discorama 2000Dancing to retro music

Discorama 2000

Dancing to retro music can be such a blast if you just don't give a shit who is watching.

Ugly things seen at the bar:

1) Zebra boobies (don't ask)
2) Flip-flops
3) White-man's overbite

Fun things to do at the bar:

1)Look like you are dancing with your girlfriends and watch the guys stare
2)Make fun of the obvious "playas" trying to work the girls.

What not to do at the bar:

1) Do not wear a shirt that you are not comfortable dancing in. (Hello? Did you not move around in that strapless shirt before you left the house? Because you look pretty uncomfortable and silly with your arms across your chest all night and not sexy like you wanted to).

I love girls night out. (meeoow)