Random information in it's finest form

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I was all geared up to post something so funny, it would have you running to the toilet in order to keep from throwing up all over your computer because you were laughing so hard. But, nope. Just not feeling it today. I feel as though all of my faithful blogging buddies have abandoned the blogoshpere in favor of stupid Facebook. I don't even get it. Facebook, to me is like what MySpace used to be. Only, I understand this one. Sortof. I still don't fully grasp it's purpose for being, other than collecting friends like Pokemon cards. Or Pogs. Remember Pogs? My brothers were really into them. And all they were, were little circle pieces of cardboard with pictures on them. Hmmm. Still don't get those.
Speaking of really weird, freak things...did any of you ever watch that show "Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire?" It was only on for one night, and the women were paraded around beauty pageant style and the Millionaire was kept behind a curtain, assessing and grading each prospective bride-to-be. Then at the end of the show, he chose a woman and right then and there, they were married. So many things are wrong with that picture. Number one being that I actually remember the show and the name of the woman who married said millionaire. Darva Conger.

Too bad they had their marriage annulled like, two days later. It could have really worked out for them. I bet she's banging her head against a brick wall right now seeing as millionaires are hard to come by these days. Oh, wait. That's right. He wasn't really a millionaire. (I thought the producers of FOX would have done a more thorough background check.) Anywho, she went on to make some moolah. She posed for (scandalous whisper) Playboy.

So there. I guess that will have to do for now. It's weird how these things pop up into my head. Just the other day I was in a bagel shop and this song (I Knew I Loved You [Before I Met You] by Savage Garden) came on and instantly I was transported back in time to when it was popular and the reason it became so popular. Michael and I loved it. (I know. Embarrassing.) We thought it was so romantic and it described exactly how we felt about eachother. Until we heard it on the afore-mentioned one-night-stand-reality-tv-show. Now we just look at eachother and burst into giggling fits at the mere mention of the song. I bet I could still sing it for you verbatim and have you swooning like a love sick teenager because of my superior vocal skills.

Comments

Danielle said…
Whatever Emily, you tried to not be funny and you were still funny.

Amarilyth.
February 24, 2009 at 4:28 PM
Valerie said…
OMG! I loved pogs! I even had one of the big heavy one's that smelled fruity. That was a fun game!
And don't worry, I loved (and might still love) that song, too. hehe
February 24, 2009 at 8:14 PM
Unknown said…
POGS! I guess I wasn't a very good mother not to buy my kids POGS huh...oh and I do remember the millionair show. He could have been some serial killer for all she knew, she was a total stupid wannabe somebody! She laughed all the way to the bank and I am laughing all the way to heaven! what a dummy!
February 26, 2009 at 2:12 PM
Tamara with a "T" said…
Em. Don't be a Facebook hater. AND...I totally forgot about pogs and the millionaire show...you really remember the funniest things. I wonder what else goes on in that little smarty head of yours?
March 1, 2009 at 9:43 AM
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