I'm thankful for ....

Just 'cause I feel like it ...

There's no reason to post this picture other than I want to.

He Remembered!

O-M-G!! He remembered my birthday! He's a keeper. 'Course I gotta get him to be able to keep him. But still.

Rock of Love

Yes, yet another of my guilty pleasures was Brett Michaels' search for lots of sex true love this summer. I was getting worried when he kept letting Lacey stay. Then, when it was down to just Lacey, Heather and Jes I said "I'm never listening to another Poison song again if he doesn't start thinking with his other head." Thank goodness I can still listen, considering I work at a station that plays "high energy rockin oldies." So, during the season finale he took Heather and Jes on "alone time" dates. During the date with Heather, he said he needed to go eat something because he felt as if he might be going into insulin shock. What does she do? Decide she wants to drive the dune buggy, and ignore Brett's pleas to go get something to eat. The next night, during his date with Jes, he still didn't feel well and told Jes what to do if he should go into insulin shock. She got all emotional and seemed genuinely concerned. When it came time for Brett to choose between Heather and Jes, he said he couldn't decide and asked if they would both be his girlfriends. Heather said "Yes." Jes said "No," because she cared about him too much to share. So, Brett made the right choice and picked Jes ... and I can still listen to "Talk Dirty to Me" anytime I want.

It's About Time!

I thought Eric would never get around to kissing Jessica! I think they're a really cute shomance.

More on the Lovely Perez and Fidel

OK. People who believe that Sources reveal exclusively to PerezHilton.com that U.S. officials will be holding a press conference shortly to announce the death of Cuban dictator Fidel Castro, deserve to be made fun of. I'm sorry, but, c'mon people. These "sources" said "Castro is dead. We should call CNN. No. Let's call Perez Hilton!"

But, I suppose, when Castro finally does die, Perez will be able to say he scooped everyone. So, next year, in two years, five years, or whenever Castro dies, Perez can say "See? I told you on August 17, 2007!"

And, I know I'm far from the first person to have said this but ... C'mon everyone ... in your best Chevy Chase Weekend Update voice ... "But Generalissimo Francisco Franco is still dead."

PUH-LEEEEEZ!!!!!

You don't think he's trying to get a little extra pub a few weeks before his new reality show starts airing, do ya?

Nahhhh!

Dumb, Dumber, Dumbest

I'm sure you've all seen and heard of the dumb warning labels that are on certain products. Here are a few of my favorites.

Sleeping Pills: Warning: May cause Drowsiness
Camera : This camera will only work when film is inside.
Credit card statement: Payment is due by the due date

Well, I started thinking about this last night when I was checking food packaging for allergy information (since I can't have wheat/gluten anymore). A can of mixed nuts has the warning: May contain nuts. (I'm payin' 4 bucks for it. It damn well better have nuts in it!) A package of cheese: Contains milk. (Uh, duh!) Then when I was at Dumb.com just now, I saw this one: Container of salt: Warning: High in sodium.

Kinda makes you feel bad for the packagers/label makers who are forced to put this stuff on the labels because some people are so D-U-M-B!!

Fate Brought You Here!

Why do I say that? Because I'm raising money for the MDA (Jerry's Kids) and you can help me. Just CLICK HERE to find out how. Thank you for helping me help Jerry's Kids!

Words

Believe me, I have a hard time putting a sentence together sometimes but, because it's my job, I try my best. When I was in college and, actually, when I started working at the newspaper, I was taught to read my stories out loud to make sure they made sense. Now, because it's my job to read them out loud, that's a lot easier to do ... and it makes my job a lot easier. Anyway, as I was reading a story in the newspaper about a local festival that is requiring people to buy tickets to be used at food booths, I could pretty much guarantee that this newspaper writer did not read this sentence out loud:

"Tickets will be used to purchase food instead of cash."

Classic TV?

Remember when Nick-at-Nite and TV Land first started. It was so cool to see all those old tv shows -- Patty Duke, Dick VanDyke, even the Partridge Family. So, um, call me dense, but what makes Extreme Makeover: Home Edition classic tv? It's still on network tv! And, for that matter, isn't America's Funniest Home Videos still on network tv? I don't understand. Or, maybe they're looking for a younger demographic and I'm just too old. I guess that would serve me right for thinking what I think when senior citizens tell me they don't listen to our radio station because of the music. (AM is AC and FM is "high energy rockin oldies") I always want to say to them -- "We don't care if you listen or not. You're not in our demographic." By the way, two words I never thought I'd use in a sentence are "our demographic."

Airplane!-like Alex-isms

My nephew is 6 and, as far as anyone knows, he has never seen the movie "Airplane!." And, if he has, would he understand it? But this makes you wonder:

Toward the end of the last school year, he came home and was taking things out of his back pack. He showed my sister a prize he won -- a bookmark. My sister asked what it was for, meaning the prize. But he said "It's to put in your book so you don't lose your place."

While I was visiting them last week, Alex told me he got stung by a bee last year. I asked where the bee stung him. He pointed and said "Right over there in the yard."

Then, last week, his younger brother asked why a certain club is called the Hoot-n-Holler. Alex points and answers "Because of that sign right there."

PS: Lest you think the child is a bit slow -- I hesitate to call him a smart ass because he's only 6, so I'll call him a smart aleck, or smart alex, as the case may be. My sister said that their 5-year-old was asking her and her husband where "that red thing" was and he just kept bugging them, and bugging them and bugging them about it. Finally, my sister said "Alex, do you know what he's talking about?" Alex said "Yeah. He wants to know where that red thing is."

Tales of the Traffic-Law Challenged

OK. I understand that you might not know if there's "right on red" at an intersection. But, certainly, if you have a driver's license, you know there's right on green. Correct? Then why do you sit there for at least 30 seconds? Huh?

Word of the Day

My favorite word is today's word of the day. Cool.

I often wonder how many people have a favorite word.

Kind of Strange

All of a sudden I feel kind of intimidated about having to interview him. In 8 eight years, I've never felt this way. Why now?


Gotta go ... My "guest dj" is here.

Man, I miss blogging!

Update: My "guest dj" rocked! Bon Jovi, Journey, Joan Jett, Allman Brothers ... oh, all the good stuff!

Disturbing Search Result


OK. I suppose I shouldn't be disturbed by this. Heck, I shouldn't even be surprised that I was the number one result. But, I guess the reason I was a tad bit disturbed at first is that I'm not a hypochondriac anymore -- because I finally found out what's been wrong with me all this time. And it was real. So there! :P

As for the drama queen part. Well, I can't deny that.

Big-Time Movie Script

The reason I got to meet Vincent Pastore and John Fiore Saturday is that they're filming part of a movie here in the fall. "Little Chicago" is about the Prohibition era. Pastore plays Al Capone.

This is my copy of the script, autographed by Pastore, Fiore and screenwriter Carl Veno.




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It's not listed at IMDB yet, but it's still cool ... and it'll be way cooler when it is listed.

*Sigh*

I finally remembered -- and had time for -- the last post. Now it won't publish. I'm depressed. Not a "gimme drugs" depression. Just a *sigh* depression. Maybe that's my punishment for blogging at work. Yeah, like I spend so much time here not working. As you can see, sometimes I'm still a paranoid mess.



Update: I'm happy now. It's there. Now, I wish I could remember all the stuff I wanted to blog about but didn't have time for. I'll think of it, I'm sure. We'll, maybe not "sure," but it is a possibility.

Tales of the Traffic-Law Challenged

Yes, it's been a long time since I've written one of these tales. That does not -- does not! -- mean I haven't had any to write. It's just that when I think about it, I'm ususally in my car and I'm not going to blog in my car. (Another tale for another day.) Anyway, this isn't an actual law, but it is a tip for other drivers ...

Tailgating me will NOT make the person in front of me drive faster!

And, as long as I'm here ... They're called TURN SIGNALS, people! Use them!

Big Pussy

Made ya look! :P Now all you people looking for p0rn may leave. Thank you. ... Anyway, guess who I get to meet Saturday? Him.

Big Brother!

I'm so excited that my summertime guilty pleasure is back!! I'd say I'm counting the hours, but I can only count hours for one thing at a time and, right now, I'm counting the hours 'til the PA Senate is back in session so I can watch them on tv. I'm such a geek. 3 1/2, by the way.

Tag, I'm It

Jawahara tagged me for Eight Random Facts about me, so here they are. (Read at your own risk, preferrably with caffeine to keep yourself awake.)

1.I have a bizarre tendancy to develop crushes on Italian guys named Joe.

2.I'm a news junkie (yeah, big surprise)

3.I can't eat wheat anymore -- not sure yet if it's an allergy or Celiac Disease, but don't want a biopsy to find out. (And, I will suffer through the consequences when I need to have a beer.)

4.I drink pop (or soda, if you will)from a 2-liter bottle -- like it was a 16-ounce. Don't worry. I don't share.

5.I'm addicted to the new espresso bar in town, but I'm trying to keep it in check. Love the German chocolate cake latte grande but, hey, I work in radio so I'm not made o' money, ya know. (Until some XM exec discovers me and signs me to a multi-million dollar contract.)

6.Sometimes I listen to Bill O'Reilly in my car (just to make sure I did what I needed to do to make sure he, and our breaks, play) and I get road rage because of him, not the other drivers.

7.When my favorite guest gets scheduled on my show, I count the days until he gets here.

8.I have 3 pairs of Crocs, and I'm planning to buy more because they're so comfy.

Twitter 2

Let's see if this works. Oh, I hope so.

Twitter

Not that I'll be able to keep up with this any better than my blog, but it's worth a shot. Thanks Uncle Crappy.


Twitter

Election Day

I do like working on Election Day (except for the waiting!), but I must say I'm jealous of Uncle Crappy, who got the night off. Actually, though, the one election night I did have off (when I lived here, not in cali) I didn't know what to do with myself.

Anyway, the waiting is the hardest part, and that's what I'm doing right now. That, and watching American Idol. Note that I said "watching," not "listening." I really haven't been that interested since Sanjaya got booted. I do want Melinda to win, though -- although I won't be upset if Jordin wins.

Anyway (again), the love lust of my life (Well, for the time being at least) is calling me sometime tonight to get election results. That will be the best part of the whole night. Yes, I'm a sick, sick woman.

To Certain (PA) Political Activists ...

I'm sorry you don't like my state senator but, I do (personally and professionally). If I, and his other constituents, think he's doing a good job, we'll re-elect him. If you don't think he's doing a job in his leadership position, tell your senator not to vote for him next time.

OK. I realize this post will do absolutely nothing to change the situation, but it made me feel better.

Hey You!

Avril Lavigne Lyrics

A Sign from God

OK. There's this guy I'm obsessed with. (Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Surprise. Surprise. Anne's obsessed with a guy.) Anyway, I know I shouldn't be obsessed with this guy. At least I think I shouldn't be. So, as I was getting ready to go to church on Sunday, I was telling myself all the reasons I should stop thinking about him and just get on with my life. Then, because I was on my way to church, I joked a little with myself and said "Unless, of course, I get a sign from God."

So, I'm sitting in Mass listening to the homily and the priest says "When I was in (this guy's hometown), I got to be friends with (the guy) and his family ..."

Sign from God? Hmm?

A Kindness Revolution

... highlights from my talk show on Wednesday ...

One Kindness


Here's something you could do ... Say "Wow, Anne doesn't look goofy at all!" ;)

Words

In my job, I have to look at a lot of newspapers throughout the day. I'm astounded that these two gems came from the same publication within days of each other -- by different writers about different people.

"...incumbent [name deleted] currently holds the seat."

"...will benefit constituents locally."

Can you say "redundant?" And repetitive, too?

A True Hero

Whether or not you agree with the war, you have to support the troops (at least I hope you do).

Please go to Jason's Memorial to see why I do.

Aww, Our Little Anne is Growing Up

The infamous GSG of so many of my posts during the last few years is getting married (and not to me). And ya know what? I'm happy for him. I really am. I was actually suprised that I was happy. But I'm glad I am, as long as he is. He deserves to be.

Know what else? This is my second post this month. When's the last time I posted more than once in a month? Know what else? Number three is coming up in just a couple of minutes. Wouldn't be appropriate to put that post in with this one.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

Well, yeah. I'm late. Big surprise. I really miss blogging but, and I'm not kidding or exaggerating, I really don't have time. Everytime I say "I should blog about that ..." something else pops up, and I never get around to blogging. I hate it when life gets in the way of blogging.

Know what else I hate? Being totally, completely, utterly ... and disgustingly crazy about a guy who doesn't have time for me. Not that he won't give me the time of day. He's very nice (and slightly flirty) whenever I see him and talk to him on the phone, but he literally does not have time for me, or much of anything non-work-related. It sucks. Really. He's nice and smart and honest and motivated and compassionate and funny and ... Well, you get the idea.

The saddest part about this whole thing is that while I'm pining over this guy who doesn't have time for me, another guy wants to date me (we've gone out once) and, while I think he's nice enough, I'm just not interested in anything beyond dinner and a movie, ya know? Well, I know ya don't know because I haven't explained anything. Let's just leave it at this: Remember the "Italian Guy Named Joe" thing I blogged about (briefly. Very briefly.)? Well, guy number #2 is not a Joe.