"It's an Anna Nicole endorsed product, what am I smoking?"

Boys are so weird. The Honeyman really wanted to get his Grand Charokee muddy yesterday. I now know that I hate offroading. Especially late at night with a guy who is hitting every puddle regardless of the fact that it looks deep enough to comfortably swim in! (At one point, while he was laughing that i was holding on to my seat so tightly, I said, "It's like a bad Disneyland ride! Indiana Jones gone horribly wrong!")
The dumbest part was that after the car was sufficiently dirty to his liking he hit EVERY puddle on the way home. I turned to him and said, "You realize you are washing off the mud, right?" He looked slightly annoyed that he didn't think about that. Serves him right, dumb boy.

I am working on plans for my birthday party. It is going to be a luau again this year. (Because I have a lot of the decorations left over from last year, and few people who came last year will be coming this year.) My only problems are what day and where?!

I want to have it on Friday the 23rd, but I don't know if the holiday the next day would affect it. Also, I want to have it on the SportCourt, but I did that last year and it RAINED! A huge giagantic thunderstorm during July!!! So not fair! We had to run everything onto the porch, all my paper decor got ruined. So I could do it in the basement, but that wouldn't have quite the outdoorsy luau-y feel I want. Oh well, I can't have both the feeling and weather certainty, I guess.

I entered myself and The Honeyman in a contest to meet the Fab 5 (the Queer Eye for the Straight Guy guys). I told Honeyman that if he wins he has to take me and vice versa. He agreed.
We are nuts! We started planning what we would do in NYC and what we would say to the guys. (Honeyman says he's gonna just about die when he meets his hero, Carson. Hahaha. He says he's gonna hug him.)

The other day Publishers Clearing House Whatever Its Called called me. It was a cool girl (who I am assuming was black, because they are the only ones who speak this cool), she said that I was put on a "preferred subscriber" list by one of my magazines.* Dunno how much I read into these kind of things. But she was nice and seemed genuine. After getting some info (age, stuff like that) she said that I was still qualified and that she was entering me right then. During our goodbyes she said, "Good luck; I hope you win at least some of the money!." As do I, P.C.H. chick, as do I.

*which could be any number of people, seeing as how I subscribe to:
Entertainment Weekly
Harper's Bazaar
Time
Lucky.
daily Variety
Teen People
Modern Bride
Business 2.0
Vogue
and Teen Vogue