I make it rain I make it rain!

Money for school came through; much more than I anticipated...

looks like the power of positive thought pays off once again!

... well, positive thought and a low enough income that

the gubmint sees that I need help :)

Hate Twitter. Hate Twits.

Twit (twit)
noun- an insignificant or bothersome person.
origin: 1920-1925; from nitwit, twat

I am pretty much in hate with twitter. I feel like it is straight-up ego-masturbation.

What are you doing right now?

Why do we, as a society, seem to feel the need to announce every.little.thing that we do?



4:15: taking a sh*t.
Good for you. tweet tweet.
4:45: My friends are better than yours.
5:30: I doing [blank], it's amazing... damn, my life is so much better than yours

I am the kind of person who reserves the right to ignore her cell phone calls. It wasn't until it was brought to my attention that I discovered my reserving this right is quite outside of the status quo. In fact, I've encountered some friend-bitterness due to this. My view is that there is no reason why I ought be reachable at all times... and so I'm not when I feel like it, and my friends either accept this or we no longer are friends.

Because of this tendency, I believe, I am immune to the temptation of twitter-- save for my love for esoteric ramblings. I don't understand why a person would want anyone to know everything (or anywhere near everything) about what they do, when they do it or whom they are doing it with. Call me old fashioned if you must.

I don't get it. I'm not some super secretive person but I do think that making one's life completely public is cause for alarm. What about taking advantage of a person's right to privacy? It's no wonder that the Government was not met with mass public outrage when they began illegal wire tapping Americans... we're a nation of twits!

That's why I actively practice misinformation on ALL of the social networking sites in which I participate. To know me is to know me; to be my ___________ friend, well, is to (hopefully) take me with a grain of salt...

And I'm a hypocrite, follow me on twitter: smreelove ;)

April 15th Sadness: Spelled Out

I found this perusing taxes in general. It comes from a professor; an outline of days worked to pay various taxes in the 2007 calendar year.

Why so glum Professor?

Why so glum America?

On another note, I wonder what the results would be if a nation-wide survey were given, asking individual Americans how exactly they would care to allocate the taxes that they paid in a given calendar year. Ranging in specificity of course, one person my allocate $1,000 to be spent on "road maintenance" where another may respond with something like a laundry list $1200 on "Treatment and Care Rehab Facilities"-- I think the results would be fascinating... and so very democracy in action.

He is Risen!

Tippee Canoe and Tyra Too!

Tyra Banks is everywhere! And by everywhere I mean that the Oxygen Network may as well be renamed in her honor!

Seriously, if it's not an actually Tyra show it's America's Next Top Model or a commercial about how, not to fret, because Tyra will be on your TV soon.

I had a sneaking suspicion that this was the case. However, my back is out currently and has been all week. This also means that I am, shall we say, properly lubed-up for this type of investigative journalism. My lube is in the forms of pain killers and muscle relaxers. And you know what? These pills are very becoming of Tyra insofar as my perception of her goes. That is to say, I can not only stand to watch her, but I also have been finding myself enjoying it! To this end, I am quite shocked!

I have actually heard a Mother tell her Daughter, "I think you just need a Tyra," referring to, of course, Tyra's riveting talk show where she ALWAYS manages to bring the topic back to herself! Mostly, I cannot stand this, but drugged up? Well, I think I need a Tyra or two too!! (God, I love me some alliteration!)

In the full-awareness that this may make me come off as a Tyraphile: how cuuuuuute are her bangs in the photo on the right? So cute. That's the answer.

You know, this happens to me quite often... I have love/hate/love/ hate relationships with some celebrities. Most notably, "The Boss", Bruce Springsteen comes to mind. But right now, I love me some ridiculousness that is Tyra! Only you, Tyra, can find a way to make absolutely everything about YOU. Only you Tyra, could spend three to five minutes lecturing your models on how to "smile with your eyes"-- all the while making some of THE MOST entertaining (and weird) faces that I've ever seen. Only you Tyra, only you.

Only you Tyra, could do a talk show about teen abusive relationships and, as one of your guests shows the bloody-reminder of a beat-down no one could have deserved, what do you do? Why, you bring the show back to what it's really about, you! I know it sounds like I'm dissing, and I guess I am; but I'm lovin' me some Tyra and that's the truth! The things that I usually find reprehensible about her I am finding to be both endearing and entertaining.

See? Tyra is so comfortable with her body that she'll wear a bathing suit on her show just to show you that she doesn't care... or, really, to show you that she's lost weight under the guise of not giving a shit. Only you Tyra, only you! And the audience goes wild!! There's another piece of entertaining insanity for ya! Tyra is obsessed with herself and the audience just eats it up... makes me wonder, what does that say about us? You know, those who find great schadenfreude in watching her? "Like, she should be embarrassed, right?" But she isn't. And that boggles the mind. She is for real, for real. And, damn, is she making banks of money! Partly because this semi-coherent rant has gone on for long enough but more so because I need to lay down, I do leave you to stew on all the is Tyra, finishing off this entry with lovely ANTM photo of Tyra showing "her models" how to be ladies, enjoy:

classic Tyra.

Douchebag Convention

Holly Madison better watch out! Looks like Carrot Top's after her magic-man!

Easter Bunny

One week until Easter.

I have always been partial to this holiday. Growing up, the Easter Bunny would set up these elaborate riddles for my Brother and I to solve. We would decipher each clue that would, in turn, lead us to the next and so on and so forth until our basket bounty was finally revealed. One year our baskets were slung up a tree. Another, they were stashed in our Family's clothes dryer. Our "Easter Bunny" was quite creative!


So, in honor of Easter
and bunnies in general come the bunny with two noses!!