GRRRRRRR....it's still not working.

IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?!  Can YOU view those two videos??

I can't get them to work. They do work from my hard drive, and they work on Facebook, but DAMMIT TO HELL, I can't get them to work on blogger.com for some stupid reason.

Well, in lieu of my own lack of computer knowledge, I'll just DESCRIBE them to you....(sheesh)!

The first one just has me walking around a movie theater, listening to "Don't Stop Believin'" playing overhead, with Pete going to sit down at a table, taking his coat off.  I whisper "you're everywhere, you follow me everywhere!" to you as I'm walking around.

The other video is a room full of silver rectangular balloons floating around with fans blowing them. Apparently Andy Warhol thought that was "art."  It's debatable, but Pete loves it, and says it's his favorite part of the whole museum. (He's still a kid sometimes).  I mean, mylar balloons would blow Warhol away nowadays, I guess, but having a whole ROOM full of them floating around? Not so sure that would be fun for very long, especially when the electric bill arrived! But hey, what do I know.

Sorry Steve, I honestly don't know why the heck these won't work. Maybe YOU can view them from your end, but from MY end, they just sit there doing nothing when I click on the "play" button.

BLEAH.  I'm sure Pete could figure it out, he's a computer geek through and through, but I have no clue how to fix it.

Have a happy Monday...take a day off from following me everywhere, will ya?! hehehehehe

The Steelers won, so the entire city is in an uproar right now, hungover people in offices downtown, people who called in "sick" to stay home and sleep from a long night of partying, and in two weeks, it'll all be amplified 100 decibels if they win the Super Bowl...I tell ya, it's CRAZY around here.  I try to avoid people as much as possible because they're all LOONS when it comes to this football team.

IT'S ONLY A GAME FELLAS!!! (*ducking from the fierce bodily blows that may come to me now*)

I'm going to run and hide, talk to you later, gator.

Love, Rebecca