Serious Don’t- BANDANAS

What is it with guys and bandanas? I hate them. Especially the “@ the gym” bandanas across guy’s foreheads.  Guys love to make fun of girls for ridiculous fashion choices, but this is just as bad as any ugly girl fashion choice. What is even worse is that it’s not going away. Can someone explain why guys wear these?

Ps- Love the hater hat. Kewlll

Why Men Need Women

So my best friend is in NYC, she left hmmm maybe 2 hours ago and look what her husband emailed me.

He put her poor dog in his booze fridge.

Proof if there were no women on this earth, all men would be total messes!

Why is my BFF Nuts!?

I visited Lindsay all weekend in OC as usual. I have so much fun with her and Dad. The three of us could do anything and have a blast. I really should get a diamond out of this friendship because I think I am equally as involved in their marriage. Anytime I stay with them, I stay usually until Sunday night and then just leave to work Monday morning. I work in Solana Beach, so it’s only an hour South of their house so it helps not driving all the way home, then to work…make sense? Anyway so I woke up super late today so I was in a rush to get back to SD to work, and realized I left my purse in Craig’s car last night, and he was now at work. GREAT! Luckily I had my keys though…

I jam to Craig’s work to grab my purse, I rush into his office and the first thing I see is Lindsay on some weird, crazy ball chair. I don’t even ask because I don’t evennnn have time to know what the hell that is, but she insists I sit on it and informs me that it is in fact a posture/stability office chair. Are you kidding me? Lucky shes married to the boss otherwise she’d be a total weirdo. I want to roll that into my office at work and see what my boss says. Anyway this chair fits her personality perfectly. A giant pink, over the top, crazy chair. Just another reason my best friend is the best.

Who Do I Think I am?

Ahhhhh so growing up my parents forced me to be in the high school band.  If you know me, you know this is totalllly out of character, but they told me I had to be in band if I wanted my drivers license… great. So for 3 years I was stuck in band. Forget the cute cheerleaders, (welllll, not so much at my HS…) forget ASB, I was in the marching band, Mother Goose parade and all. Top hat, pivot moves, shiny black shoes, etc. I don’t know how I had friends, especially cute ones. I think my friends all knew I was a band rebel and hated it. My band teacher and the entire 100 person band hated me as well. Hard to believe I know. I would pout and glare all day in band until finally, after 3 years of crying, my parents let me quit. They always told me I would appreciate it when I was older….still waiting for that to happen. Anyway my friend from band sent me these pics today and I couldn’t believe my eyes!!! Look at me, I think I am wayyy cool with my polo shirt buttoned up to the tippy toe top and leopard belt?! Sooo stylish asdkjasd made me laugh, who did I ever think I was!??! The other pics are better…

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