Does that seem wrong to you?

I feel duped. It’s scandalous, really.

When you think Reese’s, you think peanut butter and chocolate. Mmmmm.

But then you buy what you think should represent a “piece” of a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup…and all you get is the peanut butter.

Hershey’s should toss the product out for misrepresentation.

If M&Ms can make a peanut butter center with a chocolate covering and hard candy shell…why didn’t Reese’s think of that first?

Beat at their own peanut buttery chocolate game. It’s sad.

The rules …

1) Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
2) Share 7 facts about yourself.
3) Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
4) Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
7 things about me…

I don’t like hunks of cooked tomatoes. Strange huh? Love raw tomatoes, tomato paste and tomato soup…just not hunks of cooked ones.

I’m afraid of the dark. I have to have just a little bit of light to sleep. I’m also really afraid of sharks and Michael Myers from the Halloween movies.

I almost died during a surfing accident and the only thing going through my mind was….hmmm, maybe this is why God made me cautious of getting in water above my waist.

I sang at Carnegie Hall when I was 13.

Two of my first crushes were David Hasselhoff on Knight Rider and Tom Wopat on the Dukes of Hazzard.

Even after years of practice, I have to really concentrate to throw in a straight line.

My first act of vegetarianism was when I was little on my grandpa’s farm in Texas. He made the mistake of telling me he made rabbit stew. He was so mad when I wouldn’t eat it.

I HATE to wash dishes. It might be the ickiest thing ever.

When MacGyver was going off the air. I taped every episode when they replayed on USA in the afternoons.

I won an X-files baseball cap during a radio contest in college because I knew David Duchovny’s shoe size.

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Disney made a movie about me.

Of course, the fictional land that the movie lead hailed from was Andalasia…. but I figure, that’s pretty close to Andalusia.

Last night I went with a couple of girl friends to see the new movie “Enchanted” and left the theater feeling…well…enchanted, giddy even.

It was a wonderful mix of the fairytales we all grew up with, slapstick humor, romance, lessons to be learned and a little bit of holiday magic.

There wasn’t any harsh language, that I remember. There was no on-screen sexuality. It was just great family-fun that can bring out a little innocence in every viewer.

It’s hopeful. It provokes carefree thoughts. And it proves true love can “pop up” from anywhere.

(As a side note, we did dance and sing as we left the theater. It was that good.)

I’m hoping to see it again, soon. Maybe I can convince someone to accompany me so I can share the enchantment of the experience.

Then you can expect another blog about how it was even more magical the second time around.

And, be thankful you aren’t this guy…(not for the squeamish)

Watch the video: Man Grows Tree Roots

Here’s the full story: Man Grows Tree Roots

My friend and fellow journalist Rachel gathered up a rock from Harper Lee’s home in Monroeville, Ala. a couple of weeks back when she was there.

I have a piece of glass that was melted in the fire at the Branch Davidian compound in Waco, Texas that I found the same year as the incident.

A former teacher I know has volcanic rock and ash she collected.

Whether it’s from a tragedy, or to remember a pleasant vacation, what is it about “souvenirs” of this sort that draw us to them?

What’s the strangest thing you’ve picked up along the way?

Thanks to the Orange County Register (a Freedom property in California), here’s a look at the Mayflower’s voyage and life of the Pilgrims.

Click here to watch an interactive presentation: The Mayflower

I’m tucking my hair up in a hat so no one can pull it, wearing steel-toed boots and no jewelry.

Okay, so maybe that takes the situation to the extreme. But you have to be prepared. Black Friday turns ordinary people into lunatics.

A few years back, I got a black eye from a rabid shopper.

Wal-mart was having a SUPER special with $99 televisions. My grandmother’s TV was on the fritz, so my mom, aunt and I went out with the rest of the early birds to take advantage of the deal.

When we got to the store, a manager pointed us in the direction of a pallet of televisions, still encased in a plastic wrap so no one could take a TV before the sale started.

We, and a few other people, stood patiently by the televisions until 6 a.m.

One of the workers began to unwrap the televisions and a frenzy started. People came from out of nowhere.

Grown men were sitting on each other’s shoulders and grabbing televisions left and right. They were working in packs, piling them into shopping carts.

One woman planned to buy six of the TVs— one for each of the three kids’ rooms, one for the garage, one for the kitchen and one for the basement.

We just needed one.

As the crowd began to thin a bit, I moved in and picked up a television. I turned around and started back toward my mom and aunt.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, came a woman with crazed eyes.

She placed her hands on the box I was carrying and turned it sideways so a corner was pointed at me. She shoved the box corner into my eye and knocked me flat on the floor.

My mom gasped and ran toward me.

Ms. Crazy placed the television in the buggy with two others she had already collected and glanced back at us.

Whatever “crazy lady” had was contagious. I was infected. I left my family and took off running. “Crazy” must not have been expecting an attack from behind.

I simply maneuvered between her and her cart, placed my hands on the handle and took off running.

About a minute later, I found myself in the shoe department, giggling like a mad woman with a black eye and a television in hand. (I did leave the other two behind for another shopper to find.)

See, lunatics. All of us.

Two years ago, the sale excursion didn’t land me in the emergency room. But it was just as eventful.

I was in the market for a laptop for work and Circuit City had advertised them for $199. It was a deal almost too good to be true.

My mom and I had planned to go a couple of hours early and sit in the car until the store opened to make sure we were close to the front of the line.

At 10 p.m. on Thanksgiving, we were watching the news. A reporter was outside the Circuit City in Pensacola where people had already lined up to claim their laptop.

We thought, surely, no one would be at the Fort Walton location.

So we loaded up the car on a discovery expedition. Sure enough, there were already five people in line.

We went back home and bundled up. We gathered a couple of chairs and sleeping bags and went back to the store, thinking we’d stay in the car because no one else was going to show.

Apparently, everyone in Fort Walton had watched the same newscast we did.

Cars began to pull up, one after another. We got out and stood in line.

Before the store opened at 6 a.m., the line of people waiting for a laptop stretched from Circuit City to Quizno’s Subs.

It was cold and we should have just gone home. But the holiday shopping experience is infectious.

First, first, first. Me, me, me. I want, I want, I want.

Parents want their kids to have the latest Elmo, even though the child is probably too young to even know who Elmo is. People feel the need to give the latest gaming system, no matter what the cost.

A lady in North Alabama sold her place in line last year at Wal-mart for a Playstation 3 for a hefty 900 smackaroos.

That’ll buy her a Playstation AND whatever else her kid’s heart desires for Christmas.

I call it the “Christmas crazies.” No one is immune. Everyone gets swept up in wanting to find the perfect gift for their loved ones.

Let’s just remember we all have the same desire to see a smile on the faces of people who unwrap their presents from us.

And let’s try not to give anyone a black eye this season.

Many times it’s frustrating because, unless you know a service member, you must coordinate through a larger effort to submit even cards and letters. The military can’t give out individual names and addresses for safety reasons.

But now, through XEROX, there’s a way you can send as many well wishes as you want.

Here’s the link: Let’s Say Thanks

XEROX and the “Let’s Say Thanks” project allow visitors to the site to pick artwork created by children to be used on a personalized postcard.

You can use one of the pre-written greetings on the site, or there’s and option to write whatever you wish.

Xerox then prints the cards out and sends them overseas.

You can send as many as you like and even see a few “thank yous” posted from our troops.

It’s easy. Go send some holiday cheer!

The first time was to fill out a report when vandals slashed the tires on our company van. (People should have better things to do with their time.) The officer was courteous and thorough.

The second time, the whole cavalry came.

We had an incident at the office here last week that could have turned into a dangerous situation for employees very quickly.

Within a matter of about 45 seconds, the first cars responded…before a minute and a half passed, there were more than five units there to aid us.

We may wince when we drive by an officer and are going a tad bit over the speed limit. We may be put in a bad mood when they stop us for not using blinkers.

But, they are there when we need them the most.

Thanks guys!

Multiple officers hold a student down for disorderly conduct and then use a Taser on him. It is clear from the video, he needed to be removed from the auditorium after he began to fight back against the officers. But how much is too much?

Being Tased four times is considered deadly force.