Oh, Rosanne, a lot of stuff you say has me, but all of the batshit crazy you spew on Twitter made me unfollow you. It was a difficult decision, but I just couldn't handle all of the spouting off about essentially every man being a pedophile. So, I really don't think I can vote for you.

Ok, Shonda, I'll try this, but if there is even a hint of ghost sex, I'm so gone.

He's the lesson, all other cancer charities, everyone wants to get rid of cancer, if you want your cancer-fighting charity to succeed, don't piss off whole swathes of people by politicizing cancer. Cancer doesn't have politics or gender (I just heard a woman in Target telling someone her brother has breast cancer) or…

Oooh, I got my curmudgeon on with that Yvette Brown tweet string and she replied a "PREACH!!!" to me. Man, I love celebrity replies/retweets they make my day when it happens.

This ex-base commends you. I screwed up my knee literally diving under my usual flying partner when a new basket toss combo when awry. I also hurt my neck when a liberty came down very, very wrong and hyper extended my wrist when a flyer started to lose her balance in an extension and shifted her weight to her heel.…

She's tall for a college cheerleader, do they do girl-girl partner stunting at Georgia? Sorry, former cheerleader coming out in me. Although, to one of the bench-riding soccer players who used to pick on cheering not being a sport in high school, my response was often, "When was the last time you lifted or threw…

Are you anywhere near Colorado Springs? He might work for homemade cookies and beer. When he was stationed in Hawaii, the "fee" to stay at his house was a case of Yuengling Lager, we're from Pennsylvania.

It was post-Cher Horowitz, so it was paisley, not plaid. It was more Kiki Dunst in the horrible/amazing Get Over It.

My parents are old hippies, but strangely very conservative when it comes to sex stuff. I remember "the talk" with my mom, she began, and in the way she taught me to question things, I said, "Are you going to tell me you were a virgin when you married dad?" her response, as it so often was when I was a teenager, "IT…

I have a Navy SEAL cousin, now retired. He LOVES to fuck with any new guys that come into our family. It's funny if you're on the outside and the one he's all "Watch this!" to, but he's incredibly laid back. Probably not a whole lot of guys who could kill you with their bare hands, make it look like an accident, and…

Aww, this reminds me of my dad. First he didn't notice that I had cleavage until my senior prom, which to his credit he didn't throw a blanket over me or anything, he just quietly freaked out to my mom after I left. And, I'll never forget getting dressed to go to my cousin Sam's high school graduation, walking into…

I once sang it by myself at karaoke, very drunkenly, after a wedding, in the hotel bar. It was not my finest moment.

It's so melodramatic and amazing, I also just argued with a friend on Facebook over what the best part of the song is. She enjoys the, "your pa's runned off and I'm real sick and the baby's gonna starve to death." We disqualified "I mighta been born just-a plain white trash, but Fancy was-a my name." So, I went with,…

Believe me, y'all, if Reba were dead, everyone everywhere would have heard me tearfully wailing Fancy.

Outstanding. That is all.

Find yourself a handsome, burly man with lots of charm and a great sense of humor. Yeah, I know, but a girl can dream, right?