I figured a new blog title was in order as there is nothing deep or philosophical about my ramblings and I would hate to give anyone the wrong impression.

I get to go to work soon where I'll hear such genius questions from shockingly old ladies, like my favorite from yesterday, "Are you...are you your mother's daughter?" No lady, I'm Charles Barkley's daughter. I've got his eyes, don't I? In all honesty these people crack me up, but it is rather disturbing how much they know about my life. That's the price I pay for working at the same place as my mother, She Who Cannot Keep Her Mouth Closed.

Alas, I must beautify for my big day, as word has it a certain adorable 12-year-old has had his eye on me. But before I go I would just like to say that Miller Lite is definitely kicking Budweiser's ass in the beer war (I apologize to anyone that war comment may have offended, like any good overpaid NBA goon would). I mean, seriously people, I'm not just biased because of my preferences.