Besties On Ice
Pretty much a blog about my bestie and me ice skating, or just using ice skating metaphors, or really nothing of the sort.
Nothing more hilarious on a Monday morning than overhearing a 23 year old male cold-calling toy stores and asking, “I’m looking for a doll called ‘Baby Tumble Surprise’…do you have it in stock?”
My job gives me the LOLs.
Besties - in real life, not on ice.
She was such a beautiful, glowing, happy bride.
The wedding was at Sunken Gardens in St. Petersburg and the ceremony was outdoors at night, and a harpist and a violinist played Beatles songs while the mothers of the bride and groom and bridesmaids walked out.
All of the centerpieces were branches with lanterns hanging from them with tea lights in them, and there was a branch dipped in chocolate on the cake.
Photobooth, moustaches on dowels, a self-serve candy bar, personalized Jones grape and orange sodas with their engagement pic on it (his last name is Jones), and crossword puzzle/mad libs in the program.
Also, I tangoed with the father of the bride.
Seriously, the most beautiful and fun wedding I’ve ever been to.
SNL Digital Short: Two Worlds Collide Ft. Reba McEntire
Whoever came up with the idea of Keenan finding a wig in a dumpster and pretending to be Reba McEntire is a person I want to marry.
- Dad: For my next guest-blog, I think I'll talk about the differences between a snuggie and pajamas.
- George: Have you ever even worn a snuggie?
- Dad: No...
- Me: Then you'll have to get a snuggie for research.
- Dad: I don't want a snuggie. Nevermind.
Dad's first guestblog ever, which my stepmother actually guestblogged for his guest-post.
My pajamas are like my womb. They keep me warm and safe from the cruelties of everyday life. They make me feel invincible and able to face each day with the steel needed to keep my current level of success. They complete me. They ARE me. They define me.
My dad, after we discovered that my stepmother ghost-wrote his guestblog:
- Dad: Remember that Oprah book club book, "Five Smooth Stones?" That plagiarized book?
- George: You mean "A Million Little Pieces?"
- Dad: Yeah, that one. By James Miller?
Live blogging my dad's guest-blogging:
He is currently writing his 3rd draft of his first guest post. Things seem to be going swimmingly.
