This Song...

I normally don't talk about pop culture in my blog. I do that because I feel that if you want to hear about gossip and stuff like that, there are so many blogs that can oblige you. I just feel that since I'm not into things like that, my blog would reflect the things that I am into. I heard this song the other day and it blew my mind because it is so true on my life. I figured I would share the lyrics with you. Read it over and reflect on it....

It's John Mayer's "Waiting for the World to Change"

me and all my friends
we're all misunderstood
they say we stand for nothing and
there's no way we ever could
now we see everything that's going wrong
with the world and those who lead it
we just feel like we don't have the means
to rise above and beat it

so we keep waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

it's hard to beat the system
when we're standing at a distance
so we keep waiting
waiting on the world to change
now if we had the power
to bring our neighbors home from war
they would have never missed a Christmas
no more ribbons on their door
and when you trust your television
what you get is what you got
cause when they own the information, oh
they can bend it all they want

that's why we're waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

it's not that we don't care,
we just know that the fight ain't fair
so we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

and we're still waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting waiting on the world to change
one day our generation
is gonna rule the population
so we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

The part that makes me sad is, will the world ever change or are we waiting in vain?

Something to think about.

Until then you gorgeous sexy beast of a reader you (Yes, I'm talking to my one faithful reader again)

Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!

Man's Best Friend

So I honestly had an idea for today's blog, I swear I did, but goodness, I seemed to have forgotten it. So I decided to go off on a few different tangents just to...

Wait, I just remembered. Hold on I have to change my title from "Mixed Up" to what you will see when I publish this.

Fellas, what is better than having a dog as your best friend? Having me as your best friend. I gave myself this title a long time ago. I'm not trying to sound cocky, but it's true. The majority of my friends are males. When you get to my inner-circle (which is what I call my friends who have become my second family) there are still more males than females. Now when you get to my best friends (which are those who I tell everything to) you will find that there are 2 females to 1 male there. Hey these cats have gone through a lot with me. I've scared and scarred them...lol. They deserve their positions on my best friends board!

Back to the topic...

So this is how it usually happens for the fellas. You meet this chick called Maxine and perhaps you are attracted to her, but chances are you're just intrigued by her demeanor because she is incredibly laid back and funny. And might I add, she's darn adorable too! Well you get to know her, share a few flirts with her, and next thing you know it you feel completely open and you begin to share some things with her. You tell her about your past, your insecurities, everything because you know that regardless of what you tell her, she will never judge you. Sure she might give you a whack everynow and then because she hates it when you self-depricate around her but regardless of what you tell her she will remain supportive. If you are single, you have a cuddle buddy who will make you feel very special. Sometimes she can make you feel like you are the only guy in the room. If you are dating someone, you have a female to bounce ideas off of. She is there to help you smooth things over with your girl and to even help you pick out a gift or two. And if you need a romantic idea...shoot, you came to the right place! Her last idea dealt with candles, home cooked dinner, a bell, feeding, and singing romantic songs. I bet that woman felt like a queen and thanks to Man's Best Friend, that guy was able to show the woman of his dreams how he felt about her.

You can talk to your best friend at all hours of the day. If you are going through an issue or even if you just want to participate in some mindless banter, you can call her. She will drop whatever it is that she is doing just to give you a laugh. She is willing to cry with you if you need it and she will be the first one to tell you that she is so proud of you when you do something extraordinary. She understands that sometimes a man needs to be a man so she will allow you to do certain things for her (but not too much) and she will even teach you the little things you can do to make woman go, "Oh he is so smooth!"

If you have a low self-esteem or if you have been hurt, her love can cure you of what ails you. Can a dog help you to realize your special talents and help you to maximize them? I doubt that. :-)

And for the women, if your man is getting on your nerves all you have to do is bring me to your house or drop him off at mine. The wives of my guy friends often tell me that. I think I should start to ask for payment...seriously. :-)

Man's Best Friend...

The funny part is I'm not bragging. All of my guy friends are married now, which is interesting because the majority of them are married to women who thanked me for helping/taking care of them. One wife thanked me for helping her husband to become a man, which is cool because I'm not a man but thanks to my father I have learned what a man shouldn't do. :-) So it's interesting for me because whenever I meet a new guy, I often try to determine what my purpose will be in his life. If I can sense that he's struggling with something, I immediately take a step back and get him to trust me and we go from there. I often wonder, because I had to say goodbye to many of my best guy friends (I feel that once they marry, their wife should be their best friend, so my job is over and I just become the old rag doll that is placed in the attic where the moth balls are. Once day while cleaning out the attic they will stumble upon me and reminisce before placing me back in the chest and locking the chest), if the next best guy friend is going to be one that gets to stay... Wouldn't that be interesting? For once, I would help a guy to realize his potential while prepar him for his future mate who would be me. I'm not sure, but that would be odd...just a little. I don't know...hmmmm....

Or when I get married, would there be a woman who I will thank for helping my husband turn into the man that he is. If I'm that woman, I think I will send myself a thank you card and some flowers...

Okay okay, I'm getting silly now...lol. I'll stop. I'm glad I remembered this topic.

Until then my faithful reader (I only have one faithful reader...lol)

Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!

Once again it's my dreams

So...

Last night I had a dream...

Yea...A dream...

I was in Germany. I must have been there for a while because I was hanging out at this coffee shop with some people, most of them were males. The night before I went to a club with two German guys who were Black. One was gay the other was straight and he liked me but I didn't pay him any attention because I was having too much fun with the gay one.

Okay (yea it gets odder), so the nexy day I was chillin and all of a sudden I was judging who had the best male butt. But here's the thing. They were all butt naked and I walked behind all of them and did tests like, flicking, grabbing, rubbing, slapping their butts and I would make notes on this clip board that I had. Now in this dream, I was going to announce the guy with best behind the next day during some event at the coffee shop. So the next day, before I announced it, I found out that the straight German guy liked me and we kissed. Then I announced that I wanted all of the contestants to come in the middle of the room so I could announce the winner but I ended up getting all of the men in the room. After clarifying what I meant and the men who weren't in the contest left, I announced the winner. It was the guy who liked me. But I couldn't help it. According to my dream he had a very beautiful behind...lol. Odd dream...

It's like the one I had 3 days before. I was at my wedding and I was marrying a white guy. The wedding was beautiful and in a church, but when I got to the reception, my husband was black! Hmmm...perhaps he caught a VERY bad tan or he was just so ashy and he ended up putting on lotion. I don't know....

Anyways, his parents were driving me up the wall and I decided that I didn't want to be married to him. The reception was in a castle and I ended up crawling out of the room because there were so many chairs. I ran to a van, jumped into the back of it, and I was driven to my apartment...which wasn't my apartment in real life. But I stayed there...

So, a friend says that my dream was a warning that I shouldn't rush into marriage, but who is rushing? LOL...

As a matter of fact, the last guy who told me that he loved me got upset. But it wasn't my fault! He said it too soon. He was acting kinda weird as I kept him company at work via AIM. We had just gotten into a fight and he then typed the words, so I freaked out, logged off of AIM, shut down the computer, ran out of my office and into my best friend's office. She looked at me and said, Max why are you so pale?" Which for me is something that I can become. I told her the story and she replied, "I understand logging off AIM, but why did you shut down the computer? Was he going to jump through it?" I sat with her for the rest of the day. Let's just say after that episode, we broke up...lol.

So TRUST me...I'm not rushing....


That is all for today,

Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!

Too tired to hide...

Let’s just say that today didn’t start off oh so good. It all stared when I woke up at 6 am (mental note, try to find a job that will allow for me to sleep in until 9 am). And now here I am, it’s 10 am and I am still waiting for the verizon people to come and fix my connection…

How can I blog you ask? Well it’s called Microsoft Word readers…I plan on typing here and then doing a cute little thing that I like to call “cut and paste” or wait, I didn’t make that up so technically I’m not allowed to say “cute little thing that I like to call” because everyone calls it that. Hmmmm….(Sorry, I’m tired, so this will be an interesting blog, that is if I don’t fall asleep on my laptop). Does anyone else hate waiting for repair people? I mean, if I had a job, I would have taken today off to wait for someone to show up between the hours of 8 am and 5 pm and they are okay with telling you that, YET if I were to tell them, “Hey I plan on paying my bill between July 13 and September 1,” they would have a royal fit and turn my stuff off. Hey what’s the difference between a royal fit and a regular fit? It’s not a joke, I was just curious…Awww…a cat just died….

That last line made me laugh. I guess I am always the most dangerous when I’m in a state where my inhibitions are lost and this is the case. Seriously, anytime any of you feel like hearing the hardcore truth from me, just find me when I’m tired, hyper, silly, or very relaxed. It’s funny to me because I always end up annoyed with myself the next day because I allowed for myself to “spill the beans.” Why is it so bad to spill beans? I mean, it’s a lot harder to clean up spilled milk, I guess that’s why people cry over it, but spilled beans? I eat a lot of beans and I have spilled them and it didn’t mean a thing…I just picked them up and called it a spilled beans day.

That last line is making me laugh…can’t see the screen, eyes are closing…LOL. Speaking of which, my friends still to this day make fun of the fact that my eyes are I guess you could say tiny….well not like 1 inches wide and 1 inches tall…can eyes be tall? I don’t know….Let’s just say that whenever I mention that somewhere down the line (waaaaaay down the line) my grandmother’s grandfather was Chinese they say, “Oh that’s where you get it from!”

Funny story about the eyes. I am a BAD movie goer! If the movie doesn’t capture my attention, I fall asleep. Well it’s the same when I’m watching a movie at my crib. My couch is sooo comfy so if I decide to turn of the lights and watch a movie, if I’m not into the movie I will wake up later talking about, “oh it’s over.” I know I had a story to tell here but first this one and then I will jump into the original story that I had for you guys (Does it sound confusing? Did it make sense? I’m not sure because I don’t really plan to edit this and I’m afraid that if I reread that line I will forget my story all together because I might stare at it and say, “What in the world?!”) Hmmmm…I think that last sentence was a run on sentence. Anywhoo….

First story. In college I ended up contracting the flu, which is something that rarely happens to me. Well, I was watching tv one night and I fell asleep while trying to watch “Boogie Nights.” Okay, well by the time I woke up, it was the ending scene with Mark Wahlberg talking to himself in the mirror. While I was watching this, I was thinking to myself, “What is he talking about? How long was I asleep?” At that point Mark stood up and pulled down his pants. Talk about a BAD image to see when you first wake up. I quickly reached for my remote and turned the tv off. I sat in the dark until I mustered up enough strength to walk to my room and crawl into bed. That was the first time I had the flu. I have been fluless eversince….Wait is fluless a word? Eh…who cares? When I’m sleepy I make up words too….OH WAIT…there was another story that I had tell you all…about my eyes and movies.

Well, in college one of my closest friends was this guy named Orlando. We hung out so much that he was actually able to predict my menses cycles…you think I’m kidding? He would walk up to me and say, I’m feeling crampy today, you’re getting your period tomorrow.” I would laugh at him, wake up the next day and then BOOOOOOOM! There it was. Scary, huh? Anyways, we would always watch movies together at my house or in my room and I would always fall asleep. Normally he would let me sleep and then make fun of me afterwards. This one time, he brought over a movie that he wanted me to see and so we began to watch it. Honestly, I wasn’t even tired at all. The movie had captured my attention and even though it was dark and we were snuggled close together, I was alert. Well he looks at me and smacked my arm! I looked at him and asked him, “what was that for?” He was like, “You were sleeping!” I told him that he was wrong but he didn’t believe me. He told me that he knew because my eyes were closed! I told him that if my eyes were closed I wouldn’t have seen him trying to study my face. Let’s just say that I ended up missing an important part of the movie not because I fell asleep but because I was arguing with him. Now before some of you get your drawers in an uproar, don’t sweat the fact that he hit me. It wasn’t that hard and besides, Orlando and I used to hitting each other a lot. When we were sophomores we both decided to kick the swearing habit. Well how can you do that? There isn’t a swearing patch and substituting swears for silly little words only last for so long when you are so used to saying the real thing (Let’s just say my mouth during my sophomore year of college wasn’t too lady like. Heck most of my male friends would blush when I got started), so we devised a plan where if you swore you got your hand smacked. Now now now….this wasn’t a little hand smack that you give a three year old. I’m talking you had to sit there with your hand out and wait for the person to wind up and smack it with all their might. It was quite painful actually and I think I got most of the hits…but when he dropped a four letter word, my hits always stung a few hours after…I guess I have the “mommy” hit….which is weird considering that I’m not a mom….but let’s not talk about this…I think my mom reads my blog every now and then and I don’t need to be giving her any ideas….especially after thanksgiving of 2004 when she told me that it was time for me to get married and give her a grand child!!! Exactly!!!! I’m like, “ummmm…can we leave my womb out of this conversation?” And yes, I know I will make a great mom, but I would make a greater mom if I take my time and do it the right way. And yes there is a right way. The day I tell the man who impregnated me (some how that’s making my face scrunch up in a not too good way) that I am having his baby, is a day that I hope he would never forget. I would want for it to be a happy occasion for him too! I don’t want to tell a guy that I’m bearing his child so he can respond, “Is it mine?” or “Are you keeping it?” or “I know it’s not mine Craig and ‘em told me you were sleeping around.” Well that last on I think I got it off of the talk shows that I used to watch in high school. I don’t want to have to drag a man on Maury just to prove to him that it’s his child. I expect tears, I expect dancing, I expect yelling, I expect a celebration and that’s just from me….I would like for him to join me in the crying happy yelling dance of the pregnant woman….I think I stepped a bit too far into the silly world with that one. But I would just want things to be cool for my child. My last memory of my pops was when I was 5. I think I told this story before, but I don’t have an internet connection so I can’t check. If you heard this story before, let your eyes gloss over a bit, that way you won’t have to read it again. For those who haven’t heard this story here it is:

I was 5 years old and I had just made a Father’s Day card for the sperm donator (He doesn’t deserve the title of “father” “dad” or anything else) and I think he called me or I called him on the phone. Well he told me that he was going to pick up his card and bring me some bubble gum, which made me very happy (hey I was 5 years old and I have always been the type of person where it’s the little things that make me happy in life). So I went downstairs and sat outside of my apartment and waited. I waited for hours and he never showed….my mom finally came downstairs and told me to come up because she didn’t think he was coming. And that was that. I had never heard from that coward again. He was man enough to make a baby but when it came to raising me and caring for me…he was just a selfish little boy (that’s the first time I said that…see what I mean about my inhibitions being lowered). Now before one of you (and there is always one) says, “Well Max, how do you know something didn’t happen to him? Well even if something did happen to him…he had 22 years to contact me and he didn’t. “Well Max how could he have contacted you?” There are way. If he really cared, he would have. Shoot, I have a very distinct first name. As a matter of fact, I use my nickname “Maxine” on here as well as other sites because it protects me. There are MANY Maxines but there seems to be only one person out there with my first name…trust me I google that name every 2-3 months to see if anyone else has it and spells it like me and I can’t find anyone, so trust me…if the sperm donator wanted to find me he could. Heck he was the one who gave me my name and that’s all he gave me.

So you see…what I experienced is the LAST thing I would want my child to experience and if I married a man who already has kids I would encourage him to make sure that his relationship with them was strong. There were there before me and I wouldn’t want anyone to go through what I went through at all. It’s not fun sometimes…and people pity me when they hear the story or their hearts break for me (though, my heart doesn’t break….wait, I think that last sentence might just be a lie because I’m feeling some sort of emotion over here…)

Sometimes when my mind is very quiet and my environment is very quiet I think about him. I wonder what could make him leave his own child? When I picture my wedding day, it hurts to know that I won’t have a father to give me away. Ha, these are emotions that I have only expressed to one or two people in my life and neither of them are my family. I wonder sometimes if his leaving affected the way I have relationships with men. I mean, I’m not the type of chick who is looking for a father figure….If I am calling you daddy, I’m using the fun sense of the word and not the, “Young lady you march yourself upstairs, you’re grounded” sense of the word….LOL. Okay I’m going to end this blog…I think I am definitely embarking on a TMI Violation (tmi = too much information). Besides I think I just figured out a way to catch a nap while waiting for the repair person….wish me luck!!!!!

Until then gorgeous and handsome readers *yawns*

Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!

Ya KNOW it! ;-)

Who has the time?

Oh my goodness!!!! Is anyone else annoyed by the commercials out there today? There is one that REALLY bothers me...It's those herpes commercials!

"I have genital herpes but who has time to take that prescription?"

YOU DO!!!! Oh my goodness...YOU DO!!!!!!!! What kind of attitude is that? Like I'm supposed to agree with them or something! Are you kidding me?!??!?!?!

One of those commercials state that 70% of genital herpes sufferers get it from their partner...So guess what? I guess they didn't have time to put on a condom either...But honestly who wrote that crap? Obviously they didn't have the time to think about how stupid and dangerous that one line is!

And be honest....Who stares at the actors? I mean, how do you REALLY know that they are acting? What if their acting abilities for this commercial stems from an ACTUAL genital herpes outbreak???? I know for me, I study the men in those commercials like a lioness studies her prey before she pounces. Seriously....You never know!! I kinda feel sorry for those actors. Sure, they are getting paid, but can you imagine the jokes they receive from their friends and family? My family would clown me until the commercials stopped running and once that happens they would probably pop out a video tape of the commercial so they could clown me a few times a year...Yes my family got jokes...Are you so shocked?

Now let's talk about feminine hygiene commercials!!!

Ummmmm.....When I am on my period, I do not dawn a tight pink top and a lil pink skirt and dance salsa around my house! Nor do I work out at the gym doing sit ups on a ball talking about how I'm not feeling bloated and how I'm craving something salty. Oh yes I DEFINITELY don't put on a bathing suit and parade around a beach talking with my friends about brownies!!!!! It just doesn't happen that way. I'm not exactly a tyrant either....But goodness, why are these commercials made to catch a man's eye? I mean they get all of the commercials. Shoot, you can't even sell a car without a woman draped over it. Let us keep our feminine hygiene commercials! I have to deal with all those stupid commercials that show women attacking guys because of the cologne that they wear so men should have to deal with some real commercials of women who are menstruating (yes I got technical there but so what?).

It seems that in this day and time...All of our commercials are made by 21 year old frat boys!

So until I start to see some real commercials I guess I will continue to scream back to my television, "You DO!" I will continue to roll my eyes when women who are on their menses are doing things that wouldn't even cross the average woman's mind to do!

Or am I the weird one? Well I am the weird one, but I mean on this topic...LOL.

Okay, my rant is over.

Until next time readers...

Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!

Free Falling

It's funny...

I have always thought of myself as being a free spirit. You know I go with the flow. I'm laid back. I don't sweat anything in life. I can laugh at myself...well mostly because my life is so freakin' hilarious I either laugh at it or I cry....and most of you all know how much I HATE crying. Strong word? Well it's true.

But I realized these past 3 months that I am a free spirit in everything BUT my career plans. For the last 10 years of my life, I had only one career plan: Work my way through the ranks of higher education until I become president of a university (Northeastern University specifically). Well I'm pretty sure that has changed now. No no...it has changed now. I've been so stubborn, because I didn't want to realize that my path doesn't lead there. Instead of letting go and becoming a free spirit I fought the inner part of me because I refused to believe that I needed to let go of my plans. I can honestly say that I have given up that fight, so now I am in free falling mode...Meaning, I'm standing over a ledge, I turn my back, eyes closed, while I let go until I can feel myself gliding down....praying that something will catch me and it doesn't matter if that thing holds me forever or if it lets me go until I am caught again. I have a feeling this will be my fate for a while...until I lose the urge to want to control the career aspect of my life, but can you blame me? I have ALWAYS been the one that people looked at and said, "You know she has her stuff together!" I've always had plans. I always had goals that I met...And now it has to shift. I have to let go or else. So that's me right about now. Trying to unlearn everything that I've pumped into my system. Before you all say it...I agree it's for the best. Seriously me as a president? That would be cool but I always knew that the bureaucracy would drive me up the wall....

So, enough about me.

Normally I don't like writing in the blog too much but I think I will have to suck it up and do it. I have this friend who told me that he loves to read it during work and I know how much he hates his job, so why not do it? If he's the only one who reads this, I'm cool with that. Isn't that the entertainer's mentality? You give the same show to 3 people that you would give to 3,000 people! So I'm giving the same blog to one person that I would give to 1,000 people...like 1,000 people would ever read this.

I do enjoy the random comments that I receive from the rest of you all in regards to this. All of you find it funny. Great....laugh at my pain. Just kidding...I laugh at it too, so why shouldn't you? :-)

You don't sound black

It's interesting because lately I've been told that I have a non-ethnic voice...which honestly I have been hearing my entire life. Then again, anyone would if they had my mother. I'm not sure if her rules were in effect before I was born because I am 10 years younger than my oldest brother and 8 years younger than my second brother. All I know is growing up, we weren't allowed to use slang in the house. If you said the word "sucka" you had better be talking about a lollypop. Also, I remember the countless vocabulary quizzes that I had to take on Sundays. Seriously, I was only in the 3rd grade when she brought a book called "30 days to a powerful vocabulary." In addition to my vocabulary tests, in the summertime, if she didn't have enough money to send me to a summer camp, I had to do book reports. At least 2 book reports a week. With my best penmanship and everything had to be coherent. If it wasn't, the book report was tossed back to me and I had to do it all over again. Yea....fun times....BUT it kept me out of trouble. Living in the inner-city with children can be a tough task, but she knew exactly what to do in order to keep me in line. I actually began to teach myself slang when I was 13. I remember picking up terms from my school friends, leaving what they meant, and then practicing them at home (whenever my mom wasn't there). I got it to the point where I felt comfortable saying it and it became natural for others to hear me say it. Isn't that crazy?! It's true though...

Now that you have the history, let's jump back to the present. It used to bother me whenever people would say that I don't sound like I'm black. I guess it's because as I grew up, I was often called an "oreo" (black on the outside white on the inside), a "coconut" (brown on the outside white on the inside), and even a "twinkie" (yup you guess it! Yellow on the outside white on the inside. That one came from a kid who realized that I was too light to be called an oreo or a coconut...don't ya just wanna smack him?!?!?!). But as I look around and pay attention to the representation that blacks have on tv...I can't really blame the people who are shocked when I open my mouth. Especially if the only examples that they have of blacks are on tv or on their radio.

Heck, I want to start a company of translators for sports players and even hip hop stars. Sometimes even they confuse me! I figured I would hire some people and like translators do for those who speak another language, my translators would help the American public understand what the heck these stars are saying. I am willing to admit that the majority of my clientele will be individuals from the African Diaspora (or without the PC terms...minorities), but I also know that there will be some whites up in there too. Shoot, my own mayor (Thomas Menino...I can't stand that guy) he REALLY needs a translator! Seriously....it's bad. My mom calls him mumbles. She thinks it's cute...I think it's annoying....but enough about him, I'm trying to keep the mood light here.

Picture this...at the NBA Finals (the recent ones with the Mavs vs the Heat). The Heat just won the series and you see Shaq on your television screen talking to a reporter:

Reporter: So Shaq you just won! Can you tell us some of the strategies that you and your fellow teammates had to clinch the series?

Shaq: (mumbling) You see uh, we were just doin' our thang, tryin' to come together and play the same game. I mean, they were a tough team, but I guess in the end we just had it all together and that's why we won.

(the microphone moves over to the translator)

Translator: What he is trying to say is, "We won because we used the strategies that our coach mapped out for us in the beginning of the season. Teamwork played a BIG part in our game. Our competitors were tough, but we played a better game and that is why we are the champions!"

Reporter: Excellent! Shaq what are you plans now? You know that the series are over?

Shaq: (still mumbling) I'm probably going to sit back and chill for a while...hang out with my babies and my woman. Write some rhymes, do a lil acting on the side, drop some phat beats, and try to get an album going once again.

(the microphone moves over to the translator)

Translator: What my client is trying to say is, "I will relax for a bit. Spend some time with my children and my wife. Perhaps even write some lyrics, act on the side, create some songs, and put out another cd. Oh goodness!!! NOT ANOTHER ONE!!! (regains composure) Sorry, I slipped there. This interview is now over. Shaq needs to celebrate with his teammates.

Shaq: Peace!!!! Lahumah!

Translator: Bye!!! I love you mom!

See? It would work!!! It would be SO perfect! No longer would people get confused over stuff like that.

So I guess that's all I have to say right about now. It's funny because when I'm not in front of my computer, blog topics seem to flow, but as soon as I sit in front of this thing, they all disappear. I guess I need to write them down. Well I'm off. I'm trying to teach myself how to play the guitar....lol.

Until then readers...

Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!!!!