...same as the first, it’s Saturday night peeps.

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When I got home from work and picking the kids up and pulled up in the driveway… it was hard to not notice that our neighbor across the street (who is a Vice Principal at a local HS here) was hosting marching band practice at his house… in his driveway… for two hours!!!  Are you serious with that shit?  Don’t you have a place for that, oh I don’t know, AT THE SCHOOL?

I took the test and scored a 130.  Now you do it.  Go to IQtest dot Com, and take the test.  Don’t cheat!!!  You have to answer all the questions without using a pen and paper, or a calculator or looking anything up online.  Tell me what you score! 

Here is the breakdown of scoring and percentages of the population that fall into those scoring ranges:

Genius: 144 0.13%
Gifted: 130-144 2.14%
Above Average: 115-129 13.59%
Higher Average:  100-114 34.13%
Lower Average: 85-99 34.13%
Below Average: 70-84 13.59%
Borderline Low:  55-69 2.14%
Low:  <55 0.13%

This is a video of my sister (the one and only pro-soccer playing one) down in Florida, singing a song by The Weepies called “Somebody Loved.”  She just texted me and told me the video was up on YouTube, and also said “It doesn’t sound great, I sound better in person.” to which I replied “It sounds GOOD!!! I’m totally blogging it!” HAHA!  I love that girl!!! Anyways, here you go:

I need to ask her if that was her sweet-ass feather boa on the other microphone stand! HA.

Here are the lyrics to the song:

Rain turns the sand into mud
Wind turns the trees into bone
Stars turning high up above
You turn me into somebody loved

Nights when the heat had gone out
We danced together alone
Cold turned our breath into clouds
We never said what we were dreaming of
But you turned me into somebody loved

Someday when we’re old and worn
Like two softened shoes
I will wonder on how I was born
The night I first ran away from you

Now my feet turn the corner back home
Sun turns the evening to rose
Stars turning high up above
You turn me into somebody loved