I saw this at Devan’s blog and I had to know….
Where would the Sorting Hat put me?
Which Hogwarts house will you be sorted into?
Your in-depth results are:
Hufflepuff – 14
Gryffindor – 11
Ravenclaw – 11
Slytherin – 7
Hmmm, I always pictured Hufflepuffs to be fat.
Maybe I should stop eating like I’m still pregnant. That might help with my developing huffle puff.
I gave in.
I wasn’t going to, but I was curious. And you know what they say about curiosity killing the cat. I’d hate to be thought of as a cat killer.
So, I did it.
I set up a Facebook page.
Thanks to Bon, Sarah, and Erika, who’ll now be collectively called the Original Corruptors (O.C) for either writing about Facebook or putting up a widget thingy on their blog to tempt me. I fell right into your well-crafted trap. Well played, my friends, well played.
As if I didn’t already have about a zillion rounds to make each day, you forced me to add another addiction. Google Reader (113 subscriptions and growing daily…another thing to “thank” you for, Erika), two email accounts, MySpace (which has lost it’s luster since finding Facebook), Sk*rt, Maya’s Mom, my own blog, my playgroup message board…and now Facebook? How am I going to have time for all of this and child rearing?
Since we women can’t even go to the potty without each other, I thought I’d share this Facebook phenomenon with you. Go set yourself up. But don’t come crying to me when you get addicted. Blame the O.C.
When my husband comes home from toiling all day in the mines and says to me “woman, go fix me a chicken pot pie* when I’ve prepared nothing for dinner (or even thought about it), I’ll pour all my blame onto the O.C.
*First person to guess the movie reference to ‘fix me a chicken pot pie’ wins an autographed napkin from me!**
**Actually, you don’t win anything. Unless you really want my autograph or a napkin, to which I’d say “um, okaaaaaaaaaaaaaay?!”
I hate to admit that I watch a lot of TV. A whole very lot, way too much, what the hell else am I supposed to do when I rarely go anywhere amount of TV.
Back in the good ol’ days of summer, when summer vacation was fun because it was YOU on break, summer TV was great. Sure it was nothing but reruns all summer long, but it gave you a chance to catch up on shows you missed.
Now summertime TV is filled with nothing but the rejects, or the shows that would never make it in the fall lineup. Unfortunately, for a less than excited about reality TV gal, we get gems such as “So You Think You Can Dance?,” “America’s Got Talent,” “Age of Love.” and “Pirate Master.” Seriously, I can’t stomach watching shows where people have NO talent and they aren’t even funny, they’re just painful to watch. At least with those first episodes of “American Idol,” you can laugh at the people who are convinced of their star-making talent. And the pirate show? I get that they are riding the coattails of the popularity of the “Pirates of the Caribbean” movies, but I’m just not interested. Not even for a little peak.
I do, however, like some reality TV. Can I explain to you in words just how thrilled I am at the genius of MTV for returning the Vegas cast to the Palms for another season? Sure they are only going to be there two weeks, but in that time all sorts of fun can ensue. If only “Laguna Beach” and “The Hills” had summer seasons. But alas, they don’t, and I mourn.
On a very emotional note, I would like us all to pause for the passing of my dear, dear friends, The Sopranos. Pausing…….
Tonight marks the end of what I have thought for years was the best show evah! Sure they made me wait EONS between seasons. Sure I have been tortured through many a boring or WTF? episode. Sure they are very, very bad people. But I love them and I will miss them. When Tony dies tonight, which I’m sure he will, I will cry like a big sissy.
Arrividerci “The Sopranos”. You will be missed.
As will all the good regular season programming. Can’t wait ’til fall when we are freed from all the reject shows.
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