(And before you can say it– not me. This is MY blog )

There are certain people I see in the news all the time…and I think they should just stop talking. I think we should all just stop paying attention to them and hope they disappear.

Here are a few– just off the top of my head.

“All you need is love,” croon the Beatles, day after day, year after year.

“Love is all you need.”

Right?

A while back, my mom told me about some adorable little old couple who’d been married for some absurd amount of time. They were on Oprah, or one of those shows– maybe the Today Show or something– talking about the keys to a long and happy marriage. And they disagreed with the Beatles. Love is important, they said.  But maybe more important is R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

So, for the last couple days, Carrie and I have been exchanging giggles over The Frisky. Today, for instance, we were laughing about their take on a Men’s Health article entitled: “41 ways to make a Woman Swoon.” (You should read it, by the way, it’s kind of funny. A few of my personal favorites? 21 (“Pick her clothes up off the floor”? Yup, that makes me hot) and 23 (“Take her to see your favorite sport live. Pay more attention to her than to the game.” Hmm. Why don’t you take me to see something I care about?). In fairness, I think there may be something to numbers 1,4..and 37.)

Anyway..

So I’ve been inspired by another Men’s Health gem: 16 Ways to Save your Relationship. 

Note that I say *I*, not because I’m arrogant or anything, but because this isn’t my idea. I stole it from Carrie, who stole it from “The Frisky.“

Sometimes I too feel really nostalgic about my younger years. Don’t you? So here are some things I miss about summer in my little hometown. (and here’s hopin’ the kiddies of the world are enjoying their last days of summer for all they’re worth.)

Dear Verizon Wireless “Customer Care”,

I get that we’re in a recession and all, and I get that you’re a business, and that the point of business is to make money, but I don’t think either of those things are an excuse for being obnoxiously cheap and flagrantly proud of it.   I see right through you.

As some of you may know, I picked up my new puppy yesterday! I am super excited. She’s cute, she’s sweet, she’s curious, she’s…

….driving me nuts.   This morning, while lamenting to one of my coworkers about the puppy’s unwillingness to sleep, we hit upon the pivotal question– the question all of us– especially superheros– ask themselves in times of struggle:

What would Jack Bauer do?

I was quite pleased to find that someone else outside of the metro police is as annoyed as I am by people on the metro.

In her post, “Courtesy-Minded Metro Stands Up for Riders Who Shouldn’t Have To“, Lena Sun talks about people not giving up seats to those who are elderly, disabled, or even pregnant.  Shocking, right?

Except I live here.

Last week, I got on a crowded red line train to Glenmont, and there were 2 men on each of the 2 front benches at the rear-end of the car. A woman carrying a baby in her arms got on the train, and not ONE of the four looked up. 

Whoops…forgot to click the publish button when I watched this. This may be my last official recap for the season (it’s too much effort:P), although I will write something up eventually about the ending and all that. For now, enjoy…:P

Anyway. So 2-3 am. Go!

I liked this one– way to add in new bad guys, freak us out about Tony, and make Jon Voight’s character/plotline make more sense.

Oh, and– way to keep us interested in the history between Renee and Larry, even though Larry’s now dead. Hands down, my favorite line of the night was Renee’s saying, on getting the news on Larry: “Somebody should call Larry’s ex wife…and it probably shouldn’t be me.”

So it’s Monday, and I feel the need to send a little shout out to those anonymous individuals who make my morning a little more exciting.

Theoretically, I’m supposed to be at work at 8:30 am, but in the last week or so, I’ve been really bad and have been schmucking in closer to 9 am. And I have to tell you, I think people are a little more stressed out around that time  then they are 30 minutes earlier, because I have had several close encounters with half-crazed DC drivers.

This morning was no exception.   You know how on K Street they have the road, then a little median/sidewalk, then another one-lane “pull off” lane, and then the “real” sidewalk? So I was walking in the pull-off lane near Farragut North metro where they are allegedly going to start building that new office building.  I know– that wasn’t smart of me– but that block has been under construction forever, and I kind of forgot that they are letting people drive on it now. ANYWAY.)

So suddenly, out of NOWHERE, some car goes FLYING by me at about 40 MPH– missing my body by approximately 6-12 inches. The car then travels about 100 feet up to stop at the blatantly red traffic light at 18th street. (By the time the light turns green like 20 seconds later, I’m about ten feet behind.)

In Summary:  Some guy FLEW past me, nearly plowing me over in the process, in order to get to a red light.

Really?!

I do not even know where to start. I am appalled. Have you seen this?!

For those of you who don’t feel like reading the whole thing, apparently, it has been CONFIRMED that the Miss California Pageant paid for and organized Carrie Prejean’s breast augmentation surgery.

Let me say that again: The Miss California Pageant paid for Carrie’s boob job.