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So, if your score is higher, good for you. But I’m working on Strongbow Cider and mimosas tonight, kids. My life goes from crazy to that of an ol’ spinster in a week’s time. Good thing tomorrow night is Cindi’s birthday celebration, or I’d completely lose my badass reputation if I sat at home watching movies about spelling bees two weekend nights in a row.

You could totally be my Valentine and probably make an honest woman out of me, if you just took me here for Valentine’s Day.

Make your Valentine’s day STEAMY! Take your Valentine to White Castle on Wednesday, February 14 between 5 and 8 p.m. and enjoy hostess seating, candlelit dining and your own server. Reservations are required, so check the list below for participating Castles near you!

Special this year, you can also treat your honey to a romantic White Castle dinner in your home! Cupid’s Crave Kits include eight cheeseburgers, one sack of fries, two regular soft drinks, coupons and keepsake items to heat up your homespun romance. Now, ain’t that sweet?

If only…

Thank my bro Matt for helping you plan your Valentine’s Day evening.

Last call for truffles, my friends. Tomorrow night’s the end of the hawking of the truffles.

Tomorrow is the last day we’re taking orders for these amazing chocolate truffles. See that truffle in the picture there to the side? That’s seriously exactly what they look like. We’re some creative folks when it comes to saving lives and making sure your kids don’t have to grow up knowing what breast cancer even is.

Right now, Team Boobylicious is in 5th place in fundraising and selling truffles could easily get us to the top of the list. Right now, we’ve got 990 truffles to be handmade this weekend, and we’d love to add more to the list.

Earlier today, I was having a Crabby Day, which only takes place every now and again in my neck of the woods. Jenni and I started discussing The 3 Day as per our regular daily conversation about it and I suddenly realized I don’t have anything to be crabby about. Why?

I’m part of a team with 13 girls and 1 boy who are extremely passionate about this cause. For me, I do this because I really think we find a cure for not only breast cancer, but all cancer. If I can spend some spare time on the weekends putting together some truffles, and walk 60 miles in 3 days to find a cure to a disease that kills so many people from so many walks of life, I’m totally willing to do it.

And you can buy some truffles to help us all.

Related Link: Gourmet Dark Chocolate Truffles have to be injoyed fresh. when ever you buy chocolate truffles make sure they are not stored for long period of time before it reaches your local shop

I think my first child and/or next pet will be named Google. It’s a strong name and basically rules my life, so why not name an offspring - animal or otherwise - after it?

Jenni and I are trying to organize the Truffle Making Bonanza this weekend, and we were trying to locate our recipe from last year, but nobody really had the exact one we did and we were starting to get a little frustrated for various reasons. And then I realized - GMAIL WILL STILL HAVE IT.

Sure enough. I located the recipe document from last year in my Archived email, and then magically opened it with Google’s Documents and Settings so that Jenni could view and/or edit it.

Then, I added my truffling plans for the weekend to my Google calendar, which conveniently text messages me 30 minutes before everything I have listed on my calendar.

Google Berry. It’s beautiful.

I don’t really talk much about my personal life in great detail. I usually give you vague information and let you draw your own conclusions, because I figure you’re all creative enough as it is. Consider this a treat.

A couple of weeks ago, I met someone at a bar. Yeah, classy, I know, but it kinda works for me. We hang out once a weekend and I can carry on with my life the way I like it during the week. However, I may be the only one that thinks this way between the two of us.
Between rendezvouses, one of us texts and/or calls constantly. That one of us isn’t me. Today alone I’ve gotten 11 text messages and only two of those have been returned.

It also helps matters, as far as I’m concerned, that there’s a good hour’s drive between us, which gives me the perfect excuse not to be able to schedule anything during the week. Throw in photography class and the occasional appearance at fightknitting club and the laundry I keep using as an excuse, and really, the only time I have to get together is on the weekend.

However, someone (again not me) has to ruin it by trying to be in constant contact and trying to get together all week long. It’s frustrating and annoying during the week when I’m trying to carry on my awesome lifestyle (like going to see Alpha Dog tonight by myself thankyouverymuch), but the dividends on the weekend are paying off well enough to make me almost forget the barrage of daily texts saying “so, what’s up?”.

I’ll tell you what’s up. Your phone bill if you don’t have unlimited text messages, my friend.

I had a kick ass weekend, with pictures and stories to post, but I’m sleepy for reasons that can’t really be divulged. Instead of content, you get this:

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Did you order truffles yet? Here’s the last post for reference or here are the details, too:

Order your truffles by February 2 to make sure we can deliver them in time for Valentine’s Day.

6 for $12
12 for $20
24 for $36

Free local delivery; $6 for shipping elsewhere.

We’re up to 13 people this year. So amazing. Order truffles at teamboobylicious.com to support us!

Also, have you thought about walking, or even volunteering on the crew? What’s keeping you from signing up? There’s still time to join Team Boobylicious and honestly change your life and the lives of women everywhere forever.

P.S. Boys are totally accepted, too. We actually have a boy on the team this year!

Plague Watch 2007 continues on. I went to my doctor today. It’s been the only time I’ve seen her for something that didn’t have to do with The Accident of 2006.

Six weeks of cold symptoms scare doctors a little bit, but not enough to do anything besides give me a little Zithromax. After I described my phlegm in great detail, she advised me to take Sudafed during the day for the snotty nose. What kind of Sudafed you ask? According to my doctor, “get the kind behind the counter. It’s the kind you can make meth with.”

SCORE!

I’m watching American Idol again this year. It’s not like that’s a shocker. I even got into a discussion with my chiropractor’s office manager about the damn show today.
You know what I’m tired of already this year, even though it’s into the second week of the season? The sob stories.

Some girl name Ashanti is reciting a clearly over-rehearsed speech about her struggles to make it to the tryouts for the third or fourth time and blah blah blah. What cracks me up is that these horrible singers thing they’re actually going to change the judges mind by saying: “You don’t understand!” They may not understand, but even more importantly? They don’t care.

I hate it when they girls dress like hooches. I hate it when people dress up like Uncle Sam. I hate it when people honestly think they’re really, really good and, well, aren’t. I hate it when people say that their family or their friends or their co-workers convince the people they know to try out, knowing damn good and well they’re gonna sound like a dying camel. I hate anytime Randy Seacrest opens his mouth.
But, man, I love the show. I love it when Simon checks out the 19 year old girls that walk in. I love it when Randy gets to the point where he can’t stop laughing. I love it when Paula has to pass on someone and doesn’t know how to tell them. And I love that no matter how horrible a singer might be at the beginning of the show, and no matter how badly I want to turn the damn show off, I don’t - I sit through the two hour episode because it sucks me in like one hell of a vacuum.

For you long time readers, it’s not going to come as a surprise to you that I used to be a big fan of online dating. I’ve kind of abandoned the dating aspect of it now, and have wound up meeting pretty much some of the coolest people ever from different online sources.

However, if I were to decide to get back into the whole online hook up arena, I might start at a site called Millionaire Singles. I mean, why wouldn’t I, right?

It looks like this particular site is still relatively new and just because the word millionaire is in the URL, it doesn’t exactly mean everyone on there is rolling in the dough, which is kind of disappointing.

I did a search for 200 miles within my zip code, which would include heavily populated places like, you know, Minneapolis and St. Paul, but turns out the site isn’t much for the same sex matchmaking. Like at all. So, yeah.

One more dating site among the hundreds that are already out there, so why not sign up at this one, too? There’s probably a cliche about not leaving any stone unturned, but I can’t remember it.