Well, clearly I failed at the previous mission. This is my way of making it up to all of you. Yes, by kicking your pony-tailed butts .

(Erica, can this be my bridesmaid hair? No? Okay then, Micaela?)
(Props to Tim for being such a good sport.)
it's a sister thing.
Well, clearly I failed at the previous mission. This is my way of making it up to all of you. Yes, by kicking your pony-tailed butts .

(Erica, can this be my bridesmaid hair? No? Okay then, Micaela?)
(Props to Tim for being such a good sport.)
Monday April 6th, 9:00pm:
The five blondes (or the Micaela and Lauren among us) have decided that a high ponytail is THE best just outta the shower or lazy day hair. The only stipulation is that it has to be really, really high, as in so high that you would be embarrassed to go out in public with such a crazy ‘do. (But you still do anways.)
I gave all of my sisters the task of taking a picture of them with their crazy high ponytail sometime on Monday. It’s 9:00 pm and so far only Lauren and I have followed through which shows our strong dedication to our new fad. This will be posted at 9:00pm on Tuesday for my weekly Tuesday post, so let’s see who has one by then. No pressure or anything, girls!
Micaela:

Lauren
I have two, because I did my hair the other night and it looked like I was a Who! Then I took another one today.


Erica (9:38 PM)
I don’t think mine is quite as high as Lauren’s…but it makes up for it by being smooth and long!

Recently I’ve grown fond of the blog Attack of the Reneck Mommy. Tanis (YES, ladies that were at Ladies Night on Friday, her name is Tanis!) recently adopted a little boy, there’s a whole backstory, you’ll laugh, you’ll cry, there’s a Dragonlady (our Mom’s nickname).
Anyway, Tanis is well-loved across the mommy-blogosphere – so much so that a Redneck Shower was thrown. Technically this post is up too late to participate, but that’s never stopped us before!
Here are a few anecdotes about growing up as the children of a redneck parents (in the best way possible):
Being a farm kid is awesome. That’s all I can think of right now…sisters, any more to add? Anyone else have any funny, redneck-esque moments?
Tim (on his birthday last week): I did a good deed today.
Leah: I’m so proud of you!
Tim: I bought a bum a beer.
Leah: Oh…
Tim: He said it was his birthday too and I told him that if he could prove it then I would buy him a beer. He showed me his ID, so I really had no choice.
Leah: Celebrating birthdays, one bum at a time.
Would you have bought the bum a beer on his birthday? What about a joint? What about a crack rock? Is there really a difference if each of which is feeding an unhealthy addiction?
(Just for the record, I would have bought the bum a beer too.)
It’s the little things that he says and does that make me love him so stupidly much. Like this conversation we had after he picked me up from work today (which, by the way, he came out of his way to do because my boss bought all of us in the office these Massive Gift Baskets! Just Because!).
D: Are pets allowed on the bus?
E: I don’t think so – unless they’re service dogs. Or service cats.
D: Not even if they’re in a crate?
E: Nope. I think it’s because of people with allergies.
D: What if I want to eat a peanut butter sandwich on the bus?
E: Yeah! And what about people who are sensitive to perfume and colognes?
D: Next time I ride the bus I’m going to wear peanut butter cologne.
I took this funny picture of our dad yesterday.

May 4th is his birthday! Happy birthday Dad!
I, like so many others, am quite dependent on Google. To an extent, nearly everyone using the internet is! For bloggers, Google creates traffic, and determines your PageRank (which, for better or for worse, carries a lot of weight). Adsense makes you money (well, makes SOME people money) while Analytics measures your traffic and it’s sources. Gmail is widely used (I, for one, have 4 Gmail accounts), as is Blogger and Feedburner (In fact, why don’t you subscribe to Five Blondes?). I could go on, but Google overtaking the world isn’t what I intended to write about.
What I intended to write about is how I need to get my cat fixed.
Max is almost 10 weeks old (and so cute!). Sooner or later, as Bob Barker used to remind me, he needs the ‘chop chop’. I guess I could get Mom to do it (she does it to piglets everyday), but a cat isn’t the same as a pig, and I hope Max will live a lot longer than your average pig. I mean, it took me TWO YEARS to convince D that we should get a kitten!
Off I went to my trusty Google search toolbar in Firefox (which took only two months of convincing D that it was safe to install) and decided to ask Google, “When should I get my cat fixed”?
I typed “When should I” when Google started suggesting. While I’m not sure how the suggestions are determined (most searched first? What they think is applicable to you?), they sure can be amusing. In order, here’s what Google suggested that I search for:
When should I…
To people who searched for those terms and ended up here, I don’t have your answers. However, if you’re asking about your Christmas tree, the answer is LONG AGO!
I love Google memes. Let’s start one!
Erica
Since Erica likes icanhascheezburger I thought it would be funny to share these two website I discovered today.

This first one is from LOLVogue. I love it,
And now they came up with LOLWedding.

What will they come up with next.
D would never agree to this…but it’s funny nonetheless! Turn up your speakers – and Enjoy!
SADLY I cannot get the video to embed because I am video-embedding-deficient. *sigh*
Click on it – you’ll like it, I promise! Then leave a comment about how much you enjoyed it!
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