The Chocolate Surprise.

Country Cones are delicious in every way. However, there is only ONE reason for eating a Country Cone, and that is what I like to call the "chocolate surprise." This, my friends, is the big hunk of chocolate at the bottom of the cone. Maybe none of you previously realized that the "chocolate surprise" was the only reason you ate a Country Cone, but right now you're thinking, "Hey, that really is the only reason I want to eat one, but I didn't realize it until right this very moment after reading this fantastic blog."
Here is another simple fact. Country Cones are expensive. Off-brand Country Cones do not always have a "chocolate surprise." So really, all I wanted to say in this blog is that if you were the maker of off-brand Country Cones (say you work at Kroger or what have you)... when one of your advisors came to you and said, "Sir, did you want to include that piece of choclate at the bottom of the cone, or were you planning on making people miserable?" Would you respond with "Oh, just leave it out. Not important."? Or say you had a group of taste-testers and one guy says, "Hey mine's missing the chocolate hunk at the end. What a gall-dern rip off!" Wouldn't you then realize that it was important?? Its just a big deal to alot of people that's all I'm saying. Goodday.

Randy's Status.

I realize I haven't blogged in quite some time, so I thought that while entertaining all of my many fans (ahem), that I would also update you all on Hurley life. Randy left for his first deployment in March. He went to Japan, Thailand, is currently on ship going to Indonesia, and at some point he will be participating in the D-Day reenactment excercise in South Korea. Which is pretty cool. Although I'm just going to say that I don't know how intimidating it is for a country who is being threatened and attacked by it's enemy to perform a pretend excercise with it's ally on it's own soil. I mean, I don't know a whole lot about these kinds of strategies and what-not, and I'm not doubting the USMC...I'm just saying that I don't understand it. Anyway, he'll be coming home we think in August, possibly September, we don't know for sure. Meanwhile I am living with my mom and dad, and am working two jobs doing hair and makeup for weddings, photoshoots, special events, etc...

Elyptical Machines Are For Girls...I Think.

When I arrive at the gym I always walk to the elyptical machines and I take note of the people that are on them, where an empty one is, who it's next to, etc... Mainly because I don't want to get right next to a really fantastic-amazing-sexy-girl with a rock hard body and fabulous long flowing hair, or next to a creep. This part of the arrival is necessary, however is usually not a difficult assessment because there are generally only women on the elyptical machines. Once I have mentally surveyed and chosen my particular machine, I put my headphones in and play Fergalicious (because she says, "I be up in the gym just workin' on my fitness.") and start running. Now, I don't know if it's just me, or my butt, but a good 15 minutes into my run I look around and realize that there are no longer women on the elypticals, but only large black men. I never said that men, or black men for that matter, couldn't use elyptical machines. I just find it strange that there are never any there until after I am. Maybe I should stop being paranoid, or maybe I should wear baggier clothes to work out in. I'm just saying it's weird, that's all.