Always finish what you start.

I found this gem. It's the start of a blog I never got around to finishing OR starting for that matter.

I'm sure it was hilarious to me (as I always am to myself).... And it would have made the 3 people who read my blog 'lol' OUT LOUD.

For the moment I'll say 'you're welcome' to the loyal friends... Nothing good could have come from this.

Spellign

I remember a time when I was a great speller.

Granted it was in third grade where the most difficult word I encountered was probably 'Together'.*

I still remember getting my confidence bashed in, when in 3rd grade we were talking about 'Compound words' and Mrs. H asked the class if anyone knew a compound word. Excitedly my hand shot up and I yelled out "Together! Get it? To-get-her!". She told me I was wrong...

YES. I am still bitter about that.

*Side note: Rewards for your accomplishments seem to decrease as you get older... I wish I still got treats for something I did, like not peeing in my pants. Well... technically you get the reward of not peeing your pants as a grown-ass person. Point still stands.

**Second side note: Ironically enough I'm listening to "ABC" by the Jackson 5.

ANYWAY. Point being that I think technology has really ruined my ability to spell. I hardly spell anything correct anymore. If I get about 3 letters down of a particular word, my phone will automatically know what I'm saying and type it out completely for me.

I don't do abbr. however (btw if you got that joke you rock)(and that one) and for that I'm pretty proud. In fact, it drives me nutz to see; u, ur, wut, y and/or thx.

Some of them don't even make sense. Wut vs. what is a ONE letter deference? How big in a hurry do you have to be to not be able to take the time to text ONE additional letter!?

I guess I'm ranting because it bugs me that people don't try and use correct grammar or spelling. I think language, especially the English language is just crumbling nowadays. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I don't screw up. But I make an effort to seem intelligent or at least educated.... I will probably never be able to spell the words; defiantly, weird or permanent let alone SAY them. But I put in the effort.

On that topic... sometimes I have a stuttering problem. No idea where it comes from.

I have a terrible story about that actually. So I work at The Hanger Room as a bartender/server (Stop by if you haven't) and one day during the week I was serving a table. It was two woman having dinner together who had ordered one glass of wine apiece. When they had finished, I offered them another.Both declined saying that they had to 'Get up early to teach.'

So being a talkative person, and from the area I inquired where she worked. To which she replied "916".

Now if you are from White Bear you know that 916 is 'special education' school. Some of their students are mentally handicapped or have hearing disabilities etc.

But thinking she was referring to another sub-White Bear School called ALC (Area learning center) I meant to say 'I have friends who went there' or something along those lines... No idea.

HOWEVER, in my excitement I blurted out "I went there!" but I happened to also stutter at the same time so I sounded more like "I wh-wh-whaent there!". A little Hellen Keller moment (and that was a politically incorrect moment).

I was so mortified about saying that, I didn't even take it back. I just shut up REAL quick. She looked at me and proceeded to say... "Yes, some people move on to other things"... Defeated, I just nodded and walked away.

Cool Story Hansel.

So... Picture time. I put up two pictures today. One just makes me laugh. It was the inspiration to this post. The second happened today when I was texting a co-worker to come in to relieve me of my bartending post. First text was sent before too many people had come in and I thought it would be funny. Obviously I'm not funny. I KNOW this (still makes me giggle).

Second text was my desperate plea for him to come help. I just thought that exchange was relevant.

Last point: I found an interesting word that I haven't come across in a while: Portmantea - which is a blending of two words like spork or smog.

Peace mo-fos.

Brook Benton - I Keep Thinking to Myself Lyrics

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3vMA_t1TzM

This is a great song. I wrote down the lyrics as I couldn't find them anywhere.

Brook Benton - I Keep Thinking To Myself Lyrics

I keep thinking to myself,

Thinking what will I have left if you don't come home.

If I though that it would help I would tell you how I felt,

Or try to telephone.

'Cause the winters coming soon,

It's getting chilly in this room,

Girl I miss you.

I miss the warmth you used to give,

And I need that warmth to live,

Girl I need you.

And I'll keep thinking what I'll do,

Doing nothing without you like I've always done.

Since the time I realized you knew about my other lives,

Though it was all in fun.

Now I'd accept you as you are,

For me that's going pretty far,

Against the rules.

That says a wife can never fall,

Or even feel something at all,

Without them fools.

And I keep thinking to myself,

We could have had somthing left,

If I had only seen you.

Well girl I've had my moments too,

And I've been foolish just like you,

Yes, I've lost my head.

But I gave you no side arm,

I built me up and let you fall,

And now you're gone.

We can't back up and start again,

'Cause I'm locked out and you're locked in,

And we're both alone.

No we can't backup and start again,

'Cause I'm locked out and you're locked in,

And we're both alone [Repeat x2].

Carz

Yesterday I was driving around when suddenly I sensed there was something wrong in my car. Something seriously wrong in close proximity to my being. Call it instinct... it took me

a moment to realize that I was sweating. My HEAT WAS WORKING AGAIN....

R u serious car? I was like WHHHAAAATTTT?!?! And then I did a celebration dance... after I turned down my thermostat of course. Identify the issue. Correct that sh*t.

In fact I just got my heat fixed in my car. WOW. Luxury at it's finest. Watch out world... Arielle is rollin' round REAL fancy like.

On as serious note as I can make: I've come to the realization that your car really does say something about you. My '99 Ford Taurus is not my dream car (believe it or not) but with 60k miles on it, new tires and having never had a car problem (before this heat debacle)... it makes sense. My car says something along the lines of: I wish to achieve more but from a practical standpoint I'm going to run this b*tch into the ground.

I admire new cars, I like fast cars and I worship old cars.

If I was to pick my dream car I'm thinking a small SUV, heated seats, automatic car starter and a flux capacitor. We can all dream eh?

I'm not sure what it is about this season that gets me... is it the blanket of calming snow on the ground? The screams of merriment tearing away from children as they have their first snowball fight? Or the fact that in Minnesota when it snows ONE CENTIMETER all of a sudden chaos ensues on the road.

I mean SERIOUSLY people. We've all lived in the god forsaken state most of our lives. There is a way to park and it does not consist of doing whatever you want. Just because your car is there does not suddenly make it a parking spot. Be considerate.

I'm a cautious driver. Aggressively passive aggressive is my style (how Minnesotan of me) but to the man with the giant for explorer with 4 wheel drive... going 15 in a 40 mph area. COME ON.

I just want to scream sometimes. Road rage? Perhaps. Warranted? Most defiantly.

The picture of the giant white SUV made me laugh. That's a statement piece at its finest. The man that owned that? 5'2 at best... sun tanned like a 70 year old retired woman in Arizona, spiked black hair with enough gel to last 2 months and ED HARDY scrawled across his tribal tattoo laden arms. I am trying to be more visual with my descriptions. Not saying that we should support stereotypes but they are there for cases like this.

ONE MAN'S 30 INCHES IS ANOTHER WOMAN'S 2.

And on the note I'm out.

FAME! and Insectula! The movie.

I'm going to take a moment here to advertise.

I recently realized that I'm kind of a big f*cking deal so I want to market myself to make money.

I contacted Gatorade and Snickers. I have yet to hear back from them but I'm pretty positive good things will come.

Jokes aside I know that many people who read this (mom, dad) and/or who are my friends (a loose term) know about my dad's movie. If you haven't already: CHECK IT OUT.

It's amazing.

My dad is really excited about it and I'm really proud at what he's done so far.

A campy horror film that will knock you out of your socks.

So check it out, spread the word and LIKE! it on the ole FB. You know you want to.

Peace.

Trailer: http://youtu.be/vacjXC4L4aY

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/insectulamovie

Website: http://www.insectula.com/

Water Snob

Water, H20, Adam's Ale.

It goes by many names (though most of us say 'water')

My grandpa pronounces it 'WHA-Tur' when ordering from anyone who doesn't look 100% Swedish.

It's an important substance that makes up 70% of the human body. It's important.

However is it completely necessary to only drink certain brands?

Yah, yah... I've heard Smartwater© has electrolytes... but you do realize you're spending twice as much for a couple words thrown on a label? From a marketing standpoint I think it's absolutely brilliant...

From someone who drinks a glass of the occasionally *gasp* tap water... it's a bunch of BS.

Electrolytes do something... if you are a professional athlete, but to that soccer mom who hasn't worked out in 12 years and ate an entire 'family-sized' bags of Doritos while cutting me off on the freeway... it's about as effective as ordering a 2000 calorie meal from McD's and getting a large "Diet Coke".

The entire population in the U.S. is essentially chronically dehydrated... so if it helps to have the words; smart, Fiji, or electrolytes on the label... go for it. But when you sneer at me when I drink a bottle of Aquafina... this article is an ode to your retardedness.

Picture: "WHAT?! This isn't Evian."

Morbid Facination

Ugly Sweaters. The Hipster's new fake glasses.

Tis the season and I absolutely adore it, however I think it's important to remember that some people actually wear these bundles of joy in all seriousness. Do they think that this fashion statement of yesteryear is returning? Or do they know that it's a mocking trend?

This point was brought to my attention when I was attending the comedy club yesterday....

I have never nor will ever claim to be the most graceful of people. I've done my fair share of tripping down stairs and stumbling over my own feet, but last night I realized an important life lesson.

A woman in an over packed comedy club face planted behind me. As many others surrounding me; I jumped up to rescue this poor woman. (Anyone notice that when people stop laughing at you falling and start acting concerned that you have become old ? - Or at least older)

But she springily jumped to her feet and that's when I noticed "The Sweater".

A greying woman in her mid-50s was wearing a sweater that even Bill Crosby wouldn't touch...

And the point was brought to my attention, that when you wear flamboyant clothing and do something stupid it's a lot more memorable then if you were dressed normal. More then one whispered "sweater" was said and when she swaggered in again shame-faced, all heads turned to see "The Sweater" try to inconspicuously take her seat again.

Every. One. Noticed.

I saw her after the show. People came up to express their concern... Minnesota Nice? Or was is a feeble attempt to see such a hideously knit piece of clothing up close...