I’ll give you readers an easy one today.

Would you rather always spit when you talk or always be spit on when spoken to?

I’m going to have to be a spitter, as I don’t want folks spitting on me.

So two of you felt like answering the question of the week. I know I have more than two readers, dammit. I can name names. I can call you out for not admitting you would rather two rats humping on your stomach rather than a roach sucking on your tear duct. I mean, really if you say you’ll take the two rats it’s not like someone is actually going to find two rats to hump on you. It’s just a “what if” kind of question. So every one of you that skipped answering now needs to admit you’ll take two rats humping before I get really angry. Or if cockroaches are more your speed then step up and say you’ll take the roach on your tear duct. Just say something.

And thanks to Stacey and Sara for having the balls to admit they’ll take the rats. Mad props to you two.

From CNN.com
“He [Brennan Hawkins] had two thoughts going through his head all the time,” she said. “Toby’s always told him that ‘If you get lost, stay on the trail.’ So he stayed on the trail. We’ve also told him don’t talk to strangers … when an ATV or horse came by he got off the trail … when they left, he got back on the trail.”

Okay, so maybe they should have told the kid that it’s okay to talk to strangers when you are lost in the woods for 4 days and have no food, water, or shelter. The parents are lucky that Brennan was found alive since he was basically hiding from rescue groups.

The best thing is that after I wrote this blog entry I found this: a Fark.com forum on the same subject. Glad to know I won’t be the only person going to hell.

I am bored to tears and have visited every website that I usually visit. I need to add some new ones into my rotation. So what can you suggest? And come on, nothing dirty. Stupid is fine, but let’s skip the dirty.

Last night I got my first electric toothbrush. It gives me motion sickness because it rattles my brain. I am a pathetic excuse for a person.

My weekend o’fun started on Saturday when I went blueberry picking and learned that I could NEVER be a migrant worker as I am too A.D.D. to pick all of the berries from one tree before moving on to another. But I did manage to pick 5 lbs worth of blueberries and came in second place for most berries picked in our group (okay so there were only 3 of us, but that’s kind of a group). Now I get to figure out what to do with 5 lbs of blueberries. Okay, really only like 4.5 lbs as I keep eating them by the handful.

After blueberry picking we went to the outlet mall in Gulfport. As I am now officially an O.M.E. (outlet mall expert) I can say that this one was a letdown. Most of the stores were cheesy and I only bought stuff from the Gap outlet. I like the outlet mall in Gonzales better as it has a better layout and an Old Navy. Gulfport’s did have a Banana Republic Factory Store (notice it was NOT an outlet, as The Banana is too classy for that) but that was only depressing as I couldn’t even afford items at the clearance prices. Stupid expensive Banana, I love you so.

Yesterday I went to my Dad’s, as it was Father’s Day. I was forced, against my better judgement, to get in the pool. Today I am red and in pain. Stupid sun. Stupid DNA that prevents me from tanning. Oh and Madison drove around the neighborhood which was by far the scariest part of the weekend. I wish I knew how to get pics from my phone onto this webpage because I took some of her behind the wheel.

It seems there is a lapse in my posts. It’s amazing how a week can go by and you don’t even realize it.

And according to my side bar area I am still reading HP and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Well I am still reading that damn book. Not that I’m a slow reader, but because I haven’t had much time for reading lately. You know going to the gym every night sure sucks up a lot of your leisure time. What’s killing me is that my two favorite authors both released new books recently and I have to finish HP before I can start to read them.

One book is by Melissa Bank. And the other is by Nick Hornby.

If you’re a boy I highly recommend High Fidelity and if you’re a girl I highly recommend you read The Girls’ Guide to Hunting and Fishing.

I had my first session with a trainer at the gym tonight. I was feeling fine until I sat down. Now I want to die.

It hurts. What hurts you ask? everything. even my toenails hurts. ughhhhh.