Please tell me what would make someone post this video of themselves. I’m probably going to hell for laughing hysterically at this video, but this girl obviously wanted the attention. Well, she’s got it.
The video gets interesting around 2 minutes and 30 seconds.

Could there have been a more fitting night?

I think Dr. King would be proud.

What a fantastic speech.

He was a great comedian. I hope somewhere in heaven, him George Carlin and Richard Pryor are having a party.

Daria’s Dilemma
Daria West has met the man of her dreams. Ethan Granger is handsome, charming, and funny — and the biggest plus — he loves every inch of her voluptuous curves. Unfortunately, he forgot to mention, he’s a tree. And there are two of him. And Daria West is not a woman who likes being played.

Identical twins Ethan and Cole Granger have always done everything together — including falling in love. They’ve searched for their perfect mates since they reached pollisexation. The problem is, they keep falling for the same woman. The perfect solution: a mate who falls for them both — if they can just get past the shape-shifting tree thing… before she shreds them limb from limb.

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=931

Can this beauty tame the beast?

Her father’s shop is more than just a family business. It’s the place they lovingly call home. When a powerful property development company stoops to barely legal tactics to force them to sell, Lila’s outrage spurs her straight to the source to fight the injustice.

A serious accident left Hunter Jamison’s body scarred. A bitter split from his latest lover has left the former playboy without faith in the female sex. Yet, confronted with Lila’s fiery beauty, he finds himself offering her a deal: If she’ll be his mistress for three months, he’ll allow her father to keep the shop.

A simple agreement? Hardly. It’s a battle of wills that flares into much more than either of them bargained for—a consuming passion that could heal Hunter’s soul-deep scars…or inflict new ones.

http://samhainpublishing.com/romance/mistress-to-the-beast

For the past few months, I’ve been traveling to conferences, attending graduations and visiting family which included flying, and driving in other states. Here are a few of the things I’ve observed while traveling,

If I’m in the left lane going 80 miles an hour in a 60 mile zone, yes, I know I’m speeding. But if you’re tailgating and flashing your lights at me and see the cars on my right are driving at a much slower pace, then you’re an asshole.

Turn signals were built in your car for a reason.

If you cut me off, nearly causing an accident, please don’t look surprised if I flip you off.

No one wants to see your feet hanging out the window, especially if you’re driving.

Why do drivers pick their noses at stop lights? Do some people think being inside their car shields them from sight? (And lady, I saw you eat it.) *gag*

Showering and using deodorant is a must, especially if you’re traveling on a crowded plane. Isn’t it sad that I even made this observation?

Dude next to me on the plane going to Ohio, thanks for coughing in my soda. Yeah, I really wanted your flem on the rim of my cup. And your lack of apology was sooooo classy.

Northwest Airlines sucks greater than anything that has ever sucked before.

I love kids, but telling your kid to shut up and sit down is not abuse. Try it sometime.

To Guy we didn’t know 1 and Guy we didn’t know 2, you guys were awesome, but your drunk friend was not. And to the woman who gave us the pizza, thank you!! Your group was super cool.

In order to party with Lena Matthews, Liz Andrews, Maggie Casper, and Joy from Joyfully Reviewed, you need a nap ahead of time. Those ladies know how to party. Thank you ladies for such a fun weekend.

Brad, we’re so sorry.

I have discovered being up for 24hours straight is not a good idea.

My favorite part of traveling is coming home and seeing the hubby waiting for me and that first kiss. *sigh*

Congratulations, you’re officially a moron.

I don’t know why someone would think this is appropriate to wear to a high school prom. I’ve always said when you’ve got it flaunt it, but only when you’re old enough to have figured out what ‘it’ is and you’re out on your own paying your own damn bills. I can’t imagine what her mother was thinking to allow her out of the house in this. If I had a daughter her age and she wanted to wear that napkin to the prom, I’d probably put her in a headlock. Maybe I’m being too harsh, but I can remember a time when Prom was a classy event. Can this even be called a dress?