For those who immediately thought of the Isley Brothers, kudos to you. For everyone else, you need to brush up on your old school…

However, this post has nothing to do with music, its actually about floating, literally. I will be on a cruise next week, so there will be little activity on my blog for a few days. For those who are new readers, perhaps you can take the time to catch up on some past posts…. for those who are all caught up, I guess you are SOL… just check back in a week for a report on the cruise.

My fiancee will not be with me on this cruise, so I am sure she will take this opportunity to hang out with her girls and enjoy herself… she’d just better not enjoy herself too much. ;-) If you happen to see her out, feel free to let me know what she was doing by leaving a comment… lol… I told her I had spies. Little does she know, I had a GPS transmitter and microphone made into her ring so I can know whats going on. Lol, just kidding… or am I?

Anyway, enjoy your week at work, I will be thinking of you all as I am waking up when I want, relaxing on the beach, and eating all the delicious food I can eat.

Its our anniversary, so we went to Morton’s for dinner. It made the perfect cover story for going out to a nice restaurant. I had been planning this for a few weeks, trying to make sure everything was perfect. I stopped by the restaurant earlier and gave the server had a book I made that had a short story of our relationship and my camera.

After dinner and before dessert he brought out a bag that had the book and camera in it. I took the bag, took out the camera and gave it to our server, and gave her the bag. She thought it was a gift from Morton’s, but then she saw it was a book inside. She started reading, thinking it was a nice anniversary gift… then she got to the last line of the last page where is said “Will You Marry Me?”

I got down on one knee, and she started giggling. I don’t think she ever said “yes” but it was implied in the smiles and laughter. The restaurant applauded, and the server was played the paparazzi.

She was totally surprised as she thought it ws still a few months out. She had been asking me (annoying me ;-)) for a few weeks about when I was going to propose. Well now she asks no more. Now she just giggles.

My girlfriend replaced the air freshener in the bathroom, which normally there is nothing wrong with. She replaced it with a scent we bought called relaxation. Still nothing seems wrong. Well nothing is wrong until you smell it. It smells like a mix of Old Spice, Brut, and High Karate.

When I got home, I thought she had some cheap cologne wearing senior citizen over here. The bathroom smells like a playa from the ’70s. I am afraid I will have nightmares of old men with gold teeth and platform shoes chasing me… I don’t know about you, but I don’t find that relaxing.

Relaxation… Ha! Whatever happened to just plain old strawberry, apple cinnamon, or something else with a defined smell? If that’s what relaxation smells like, I need more stress in my life.

There is a show on VH1 called The Springer Hustle that is a behind the scenes show for Jerry Springer. It show everything that goes into making such an outrageous show. For those who will believe anything, it will kinda be like finding out that wrestling is fake, so prepare yourself. For the rest of us, it will just reveal what we already knew… its either completely staged, they find the most desperate people available, or both. Guess you will have to tune in to see.

I was in Macy’s yesterday, just hanging out w/ my best friend, looking at stuff I don’t need to buy. As I was looking around the men’s section, I noticed a large object resembling a vending machine. As I looked more closely, I noticed the Apple logo and the words “iPod” following. This was strategically placed, I am sure they knew no man could resist investigating it more closely. I did not disappoint.

There were all sorts of goodies inside. There were iPods, iPod Nanos, and all sorts of accessories. It was like a giant gadget that sold other gadgets. It was beautiful. It even had a touch screen as the interface. I was in awe.

Fortunately, my friend called me and broke me from the hypnotic trance the machine put me in. This is my warning to you: Beware of the machine lest you be drawn in and spend all your money just to see how it works.

I know, I have been gone for a while… I decided to take off until my hair grew back. So much has happened, so this may be one of several posts.

I have been shopping for watches lately. Its kind of premature shopping for a wedding gift. No, I am not engaged yet, but I figured I should start educating myself on brands and styles (and prices) so that when the time comes, I will know what to tell her I want. No harm in looking, right?

Well, the first thing I have learned is that luxury watches are a lot more than I expected. So many watches look alike, so many look like nothing at all. There are so many average looking watches, they don’t justify the price. Then there are the beautiful watches. Breitling Navitimer, Concord Carlton, Rolex Oyster Perpetual Datejust, and Zenith Chronomaster. Unfortunately, they are all way out of my price range. But they are SO nice. Ah well, a guy can dream, right?

Well, until we hit the lottery, or realize we have a rich uncle that has passed and left us his fortune, I will make due with my “normal” watches. After all, all a watch needs to do is tell time, right?

Haha… if you know me, you know I don’t really believe that last statement. Gotta go, gotta check the family tree.