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I am so excited! I travel to NYC tomorrow to attend an audition for Wheel! I remember a few weeks ago, I went online and filled out the contestant application. I never once thought I’d get a response. I figure a watched pot never boils. I wasn’t watching this pot! So I’m hopping on a train, and huffing it from New York Penn Station all the way up to 51st cause I am broke and can’t afford the cab fare from the train to the hotel.

Hopefully, the butterflies in my stomach won’t keep me from playing well, I know I’ll be smiling like some doped up idiot though!

I just can’t get over it!

The audition invite said, casual attire, but I’m thinking a cute little skirt or sundress, nothing too flashy but I don’t want to show up in torn jeans and a tank top (this is a family show ppl)

Please Please everyone pray for Potty Mouth Meghan, so that I don’t accidentally drop the F bomb or something.

I used to think that addiction was a problem I could never control. Always craving something have something, and not being able to get over that. I laid down the smoking habit from the last ten years, over two months ago and I haven’t looked back. For the longest time, I was afraid to let go of it. I let my vanity and fear of weight gain take over, for a while, then I was afraid I’d get bored. Sometimes, you just have to suck it up, and take the leap. I am not trying to claim that there are people out there who don’t suffer from serious problems related to addiction. Perhaps  like me, I thought I was addicted and I turned out to be wrong, maybe others are wrong as well. The key to remember, and I know from personal experience, is that if you don’t want to quit, you wont.

I am ready to reinvent myself. I quit smoking over a month ago, I have moved onto a healthier diet, and taken up more yoga. Beyong the personal problems I keep having I’d say I’m a laid-back happy person. It’s time to finally become the person I want to become. Right now, no one besides me knows what this means. Hell, I’m not so sure I know how to get there, but I have a feeling I can’t shake. Something inside is burning for more. I need to act on this, I need to take the next step for my future and my childrens’ future. Time for the reveal. Thanks for visiting.

I woke up at 5:45 this morning, the same as every weekday. I grabbed my towel and hopped into the shower. I was in a particularly happy mood. I got ready for work and on the way in, the Preston and Steve show were making fun of  Mo-Nique for not shaving her legs before the Golden Globe awards last weekend. The tabloids got all sorts of close up shots of her man legs. I plugged my Iphone into my car stereo and listened to that Deanna Carter Song “Did I shave my legs for this”. I was still jamming out to that song when I realized that I only shaved one leg today. I usually shampoo my hair first, then shave my right leg and then my left leg and then wash my face followed by all the rest of the necessary processes. I just shaved my right leg, and then went on to washing my face and lathering my loofa. Not that I have anything planned for my birthday tonight, but I think I’ll go home and shave tonight. Is this a sign that now, I really am a grown-up?

When I read some of the quotes from this book, I instantly fell in love. I’m going to check it out today.

“He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently. ”

“He knew that there was passion there, but there was no shadow of it in her eyes or on her mouth; there was a faint spray of champagne on her breath. She clung nearer desperately and once more he kissed her and was chilled by the innocence of her kiss, by the glance that at the moment of contact looked beyond him out into the darkness of the night, the darkness of the world.”

Umar Farouk Abdulmatallab, is a Nigerian native who apparently was recruited by Al-Qaeda while travelling in Yemen. Not only did U.S. intelligence agents know that Al-Qaeda was operating in Yemen, and working with a Nigerian native to bomb a plane, but HIS OWN FATHER notified a U.S. embassy and other agencies that his son had “become radicalized” and “is involved in some sort of jihad.”   This guy, applied for a British Student visa, and a U.S. Student Visa in 2008 .  Apparently, on his applications the names of schools that do not exist were listed. The British Immigration department, noticed this on his application and denied it. The U.S. department, granted Abdulmatallab’s visa.  Christmas day arrives, and not only was his ticket paid for in cash, but the man carried NO luggage on a transcontinental flight! He passes through security checks, with highly a explosive chemical compound known as PETN sewn into his underwear. He took his seat and lit the substance on fire, within seconds other passengers had heard a pop and smelled smoke. One young male passenger jumped over rows of seats and swiftly tackled Abdulmutallab.

Even if all of the details our government learned of prior to Christmas day had never amounted to anything, couldn’t we have at least put his name on a no fly list? Did the U.S. Embassy in Nigeria report the father’s telephone call to the counter terrorism unit? Their website clearly states the use of inter agency communication and planning to prevent and protect our country against acts of terrorism. WTF happened?