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Bizzy Body

I was running today, and dragging ass might I add, when the song, "Bizzy Body" came on. I freakin love that song! When it comes on it usually reminds me of my friend KG and how she loves the song as well. She has a little ghetto flava like me, so we have similar music tastes. The next thing that comes to mind is dancing, which is a fave of mine... but I never thought the song would make me want to run. For some reason today, it kicked my tail right into gear. I was bookin it! The beat was going perfectly with my footwork, and that's a big issue I have with my work-out playlist. Once I realized how the jam had boosted me, I was elated! I have a whole new love for Bizzy Body by Paul Wall.

Now, for the second part of this posting, I was planning on adding a link to the song, so that you could go listen to it. But THEN... I found THIS. Hah! I don't understand it, but whatever rides her river floats her boat I guess.

Did you play with Pogs when you were a kid? Elementary age? I know that everyone from MY school would know what I'm talking about, but not all do. These are Pogs; small, circular pieces of cardboard used for a game we called, "Playing Pogs" ha! clever.... Anyways, I don't think it was really all that fun, but it killed the time at recess, and knowing me, I probably wanted to do it because all the boys were doing it.

I remember having a giant green plastic case that held all of my Pogs. Can you imagine all the kids carrying these around school and on the bus? Everyone wanted to have the coolest Pogs. You could buy them at random stores, but there was a particular Pog Spot that I frequented. It was a comic book store by the bowling alley, and I would make my Grandpa, some of you know him as Stan the Man, take me there after school to make sure I got the latest Pogs. He even got me a Pog Factory once. Pogs came in Happy Meals at one point, this is why I know I'm not the only person who remembers playing. Happy Meal Pogs were terrible quality, though... the kind you barter with the next day at school. Being my Artsy-Fartsy self, I became fond of buying packages of plain colored Pogs and creating masterpieces on them. I could put "David" on a Pog, in a super-cool font of course, make it the same colors of whatever football team he liked, and trade it for 5 Pogs that I wanted. Deep into the Pog Game, ya feel me?

Pogs were not only collectibles, they were soldiers.... soldiers in a battle between a couple of 3rd graders. The more = The better, and a Big victory could pick you up a whole new set of Pogs like that! Like soldiers need their King, Pogs need a Slammer. Each player had to have a "Slammer". This was a bigger, thicker, plastic Pog that was used to Slam stacks of Pogs.


Click Here to see a demo Pog game.

Pogs Rock, though, honestly. I am totally going to search for mine when I go home for Thanksgiving.

Not all Gingers are cool AND good dancers!!!

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Can I marry my iPhone? Part I: Text it

I have a kick ass phone. The iPhone. It's the greatest companion a person could ever have. Prior to having my beautiful babyjesus of a "phone", I was with Sprint. I was always pretty satisfied, until you babe ;). Sprint was prevalent in Lubbock, had good service out in the the surrounding areas, and everyone had it. (less Mom on your ass about minutes. deal.) Sprint always had pretty sweet phones too, and I always made sure to stay on top of my cell-game. Remember the Nokia with Snake, do you even have to ask how many sweet covers I had?

The #1 thing I do on my phone is communicate with others through text. I have always done a lot of texting, but never any more than I have actually talked on the phone. Remember having to hit the "7" three times to get to "r"? That was terrible. I was pretty bad ass at it, but the keyboard brought me to a whole new realm. Once those keyboards came out, it was over! My lightning thumbs crank out approximately 60 WPM. For the past few years I was in a relationship with the Palm Treo. GREAT keyboard. *Side note; If you still have less than 26 buttons on your phone, I hope you are more than 62 years old.

Technological advances in this new form of communication exchange we like to call "texting" or "SMS" (Short Message Service) have come a long way! One of my faves is the "conversation" feature. This is when phones create a sort of "chat" between you and each of the people you are texting. Much cooler than the old-shool form of text logging.

In all my years of super sonic texting, I have never really been too big on the "cliche" texting. This is texting that they make fun of on phone commercials, where the daughter is like, "GFT on the BFF with a TTYN". I don't really do that. My mom tried so hard to "cliche" text when my sister first showed her the "texting ropes", it was awful. I will typically use the letter "u" instead of "you", and a few others but nothing like "G2G2MBFHSYL".**Side note; I have used WAY too many quotation marks today.

Now with my job, I text quite a bit. Both of my bosses stay very busy, and texting is the easiest way to get to them if they are in a meeting, or on a conference call. I am usually sending them quick questions or letting them know about important issues, so I like to try and sound professional. Lately, I have been looking back on "conversations" and noticing that some of the things that I send in texts are absolute jibberish. Ughhhh! What a ruhtard I must sound like! This maddening occurrence is what has boiled my blood enough to blog 1,000 words on this topic today, PREDICTIVE TEXTING.

I like it SOMETIMES, but honestly think I could live without it. The ability to lean on your phone for catching grammatical errors is just another way the human population is growing lazier. Don't get me wrong... I LOVE LAZINESS AND ANY ATTEMPT TO MAKE THINGS EASIER... I'm just saying that by trusting your phone to catch your mistakes, you're paying less attention to what you are sending in your messages. And once it's sent, it's sent. "Heyyy Stranger" has transformed into "Getty Stranger" on me. Charming, right? My "me" turns into "mr" 9 out of 10 times, and it drives me Bat Shit CRAZY!

The whole incident that caused me to write this today was the case of the "Tag-Along" letter "g". On most words that end in "ing" predictive texting will prompt you for the full word before you hit the "n". Geez, again with the quotation marks. Today I was typing something about driving, asking, and jammin. My phone kept attaching the "g" onto jammin, when I clearly didn't want it! Wouldn't it sound super dorky if I said I was jamminG some music rather than jammin'. Ha! Weird thought that crossed my brain, and led me to creating this iPhone blog series. Weird. I Love it.