'Dis Ramble Ret Hurr.............

Iz gonna make ya bounce...
Don't stop
Get it
Get it

Okay, I apologize for my sorry attempt at trying to be an MC. Y'all can blame it on me listening to Luke's "Doo Doo Brown" in the car this morning on the way to work. Ah, even after all these years, that song still gets to me. Everytime I hear it, it just makes me want to go grab a table and shake what my mama gave me. I still wonder where I would be today if I decided to answer that ad in Creative Loafing for the club that was seeking adult entertainers. Oh, a dream deferred! *wipes away tear*

Speaking of songs, is it me or does Amerie sound like a turkey at the beginning of her song "One Thing"? I swear it sound like she's saying "A gobble, gobble, gobble..." Don't get me wrong, I really like the song, but I'm gonna need some interpretation.

I've decided after changing my mind several times, mainly because I keep talking myself out of it, to buy a house. I figure, I'm not getting any younger and my Peanut, isn't getting any smaller (well, umm, she isn't getting bigger right now, but I expect a major growth spurt around her pre-school years) so I might as well give her a yard and buy her a Yorkie that we'll call Princess. For as long as I can remember, I've always had a fascination with houses. I want one because I want something to call my own, plus I hate apartment living. I hate the whole concept of somebody living above me. Hell, for that matter, I hated the whole someone living above and below me situation, it made me feel like an unwilling participant in a menage a trois. So now that I have the opportunity to save up some money (you know stack my cheese, yo!), I feel that it's real possibility. However, there is that one variable that I must manipulate.....

The j.o.b.

I will comment on this later, since I'm still at work and stuff.

Anyway, in the meanwhile, in between time....

I can't help myself y'all, I'm sorry.