G-Male and Siri: A Love Story

G-Male and Siri: A Love Story is yet another blow to boring television programming. Are there more than two or three shows on TV that are even remote worthy these days?

The Internet is full of creative people, who with the world wide web, have a medium to share their talents with the world.

Thank You Internet!

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, after just falling asleep, in a panic over the next day's blog.

"What is tomorrow's blog about?" I frantically try to recall. "What deep dark secret will I be revealing tomorrow? Is everyone going to hate me? Or think I'm weird?"

"No. They won't think I'm weird. They already know that. Phew! This whole blog thing is silly. That's it! I'm going to stop this nonsense. No more blogging for me."

Then the next day someone, who I didn't even know was reading my blog, will say something like:

"Oh my gosh. I love your blog. It makes me laugh out loud."

Or:

"Your blog made me laugh so hard I was crying. My husband came into the room to see what was wrong."

Which are so much better than:

"Your blog doesn't have to be funny everyday."

Or:

"Wow, you're such a dork. I can't believe you did that. I still love you, though." I no longer send this person my blog...........................because, she requested I "hold off for awhile."

And it's comments like these that keep me blogging. Well the first two, anyways. I do appreciate the honest feedback, though, sometimes it's hard to swallow, at first. So, whether you really mean it or not, or just feel sorry for me and are trying to be nice. Thank you. Thank you to each and every person who reads my blog and/or says they love it.

Happy Thanksgiving, that is if you celebrate Thanksgiving. Otherwise Happy Thursday!

I had Leif Garrett's baseball card.

Stefan, and I were watching Swingtown's latest episode the other night, when one of the characters mentions Leif Garrett.

Stefan then realizing maybe he did have a connection to the show shouts, "I had his baseball card!"

"You so did not have his baseball card, and I can prove it right now," I say. "He was my junior high school boyfriend," I say stretching my obsession to a lie.

I pause Swingtown. I love watching T.V. on the Internet so much I don't even know what the television is for anymore. (Mental note: cancel Tivo and cable, get rid of dinosaur which is taking up too much space in my house.)

I effortlessly type in L-e-i-f G-a-r-r-e-t-t on You Tube driving my point home with ease. I click on I was made for dancing.

"What was his popular song," Stefan asks?

"We're listening to it. Oh my gosh, I forgot how cute he was," I say transporting back in time to my crush.

Realizing his only connection to Swingtown is me, Stefan admits, "I guess I didn't have his baseball card."