My Guilty Pleasure

American Idol. I absolutely am addicted to that show. Tonight, I totally agreed with who was booted off. The Copacabana guy was a little too much for me. I mean, I love Manilow and all (and I do actually have Barry's Greatest Hits that I play in my car after particularly trying days on the job-there is nothing like belting out "Mandy" at the top of your lungs with the windows down in traffic), but I don't know what Bobby was thinking doing that song. Very Casino Boat.

As far as the girls go, my favorites are Mandesa and Paris. I really think the chick from Wrentham can sing too, but she kind of reminds me of the sterotypical "girl who has everything" so I secretly want her to lose (and all of her hair to fall out). Speaking of secrets, I have a confession to make, I have a crush on Kevin (the nerdy 16 year old boy). Anyone recognizing a pattern here???

I May Not Be A Nerd, But My Husband Looks Like Bill Gates

Nope, I have never claimed to be a nerd nor did I ever fear that I may be one. And my score just proves it. I saw this on Annmarie's blog and was curious. What really peaked my curiousity is finding out how nerdy hubby was. Its a running joke with me and him, well more with just me. Actually, he gets pretty upset when I call him a nerd or a dork. He gets really, REALLY upset when someone tells him he looks like Bill Gates (which has happened 3 times since we have moved up here to SC, I have no idea what it is with Low Country people and Bill Gates, but they can't help but point out the resemblence between them). What do you think?

Ahhh Family...

This is the Pronko version of a family portrait. To understand me is to know my family. We pride ourselves in our disfunctionality and we believe that toilet humor is the best form of comedy.

My older brother called me the other night to tell me to call my dad. That my dad had an "accident", which turned out to be an unfortunate episode in the bathroom at work. My dad had taken a big shit and went to flush the toilet and the toilet actually flushed up and all over him. He had to go home in the middle of the work day to change because he was covered in his own shit and toilet water. Everyone in his office of course knew about it because we can't keep anything to ourselves, no matter how embarrassing it is...

For those of you who have never met my dad, he is the human flesh form of Peter Griffin from The Family Guy. My dad has a lazy eye, though, which makes it hard to figure out who he is yelling at when all of us kids are home visiting.

When we really want to aggravate my dad, we call him Meatwad, from the show Aqua Teen Hunger Force. My younger brother started that and it has just sort of stuck. My dad hates it, but it is just too funny to stop.

All Situated, For the Most Part

We are now residents of South Carolina...again. Hubby and I moved in on Saturday and I must tell, I could kick his ass for wanting to live in a 3rd floor apartment. We are leasing for a short time too, about 8 months, until we find a house. So it won't be long before we have to move EVERYTHING out and back down those 3 flights of stairs. I mean, holy shit, I have muscles that are still sore and its been 5 days. I nearly broke my back trying to help him lug up our sofa bed.

I started the new job Tuesday and I think that will be a nice change for me. Its not like my last position where I had to juggle ten million things at once. I basically run the dining room in a clubhouse for a private club. The dining room is open for lunch 6 days a week and open for dinner 3 days, and closed on Mondays. The hours will be much less and I do not foresee any unnecessary stress coming from this job at all. The membership is laid back and the members that I have met so far are super nice. The only thing I am stressing about is learning all the names. But I'm sure that will come with time.

The area we live in is vastly different than the Fort Lauderdale area. You have to drive to everything and there are a lot of trees. Damn, I have missed trees. We are not far from Parris Island and when I am walking to my car in the morning I can actually hear ammunition going off, its very starange. In fact, I lot of young millitary families live in my complex. And I am not complaining in the least, the men are not bad to look at (with their cute little crew cut hair).

My Quiz Results

I got this off from Autumn and Tracy. Is anyone surprised by the results?


You're GI Joe with the Kung Fu Grip!! You're

strong, tough, and know how to kick some ass.

Don't forget though, no matter how manly you

think you are, you're still just a doll. God

Bless America.


What childhood toy from the 80s are you?
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