Ain't Nun Yo Bidness

I was discussing this morning about how the Seton towers look like The Flying Nun's habit (is the hat called the habit or is the whole outfit the habit?), and if I was Banksy, I would paste a giant picture of Sally Field underneath it.  Well, I'm told that is what it is supposed to look like.  Well, not like The Flying Nun, but like a nun.  I guess it worked because that's what I thought it looked like.

Here is the nun hat at night.

Here is the nun hat during the day.

Tell me those don't look like this Flying Nun habit?

Summer in my Bedroom.

It's humid, and I'm itchy.

I Don't Tro What to Write

Well, I was going to write another blog about Channing Tatum's rear end, but I decided I wouldn't.  I have talked about it enough.  So, I shall go on to other subjects.

We have matching triple chins.

Of course, I can't think of any.  Yep, I am out of thought.  Or thoughts.  I guess I am out of thoughts.  I wonder how that happened?  I mean, I guess I am having thoughts right this minute because I am typing.  If I had no thoughts, this would look like a big bunch of nothing because I wouldn't be thinking anything and my fingers wouldn't have the ability to move.  Also, I think if I couldn't think or have thoughts I might be blob on the floor much like Peter Griffin when he had no bones. That would be quite a sight.  And sexy, too.  Me and my mush twin Peter Griffin.

So, there was that thought.  I need to come up with another one.  What is another thought that I can write about in my blog.  Jiminy Christmas, I have no idea.  I could tell you what I am currently listening to on my phone.  I am listening to Farmer John by The Premiers.  I really dig this song.  But, than again, everyone with any decent musical taste should like it.  I know this because I have the greatest taste in music of all time.  I would go on with this thought, but if I do I am quite sure I will end up offending anyone who like Coldplay or Jack Johnson.  In fact, just writing that probably lets people know that I have a serious aversion to them. And, don't even get me started on Jason Mraz or LMFAO.  I can't go there.  I will upset someone, I know.  So, I am just going to go on to thought number three.  Well, that is if I can think of a thought number three.

Okay, here's one.  Thought number three will be about........I'm still thinking.  Lord, why am I writing a blog when I have nothing to write about.  Actually, why am I writing a blog at all.  Well, I guess because I have to do something with the nervous energy and writing education I got.  So, this is just a good a place as any.  Besides, it's what all the kids do now.  And, since in my brain I am still a kid, it is what I will do.  Or will continue to do because I have been doing it for a long freaking time.

Okay, real thought number three is nothing.  I really ain't got shit tonight.  Or today.  Or whatever it is.  I spent a lot of today editing, so I think I might be just a wee bit word wiped.  Or brain wiped.  Or something wiped.  That reminds me that I need to buy toilet paper.  Remind me to go buy toilet paper on my way home, okay.  I can't end this blog with this lopsided picture thing going on here.  So, I am going to just have to post another picture or video.  I wonder what it should be.  Well, it is going to be stuck over to the left no matter what it is.  Oh, inner dialogue that I am typing, how entertaining you are going to be to the three people who read this.  Oh, dear.  Why am I typing what I am thinking?  And why do I keep writing thing for think?  I keep fixing it, so you don't know I'm doing it, but I am.  A lot. 

Okay, there's what I got.  The Trololo guy.  He died recently, and that's just sad.  But, this guy holds a special place in my heart.  I love him.  And, once,  I tried to annoy my office by playing the website which is a loop.  For two hours (I shit you not) no one said a word.  They all just sang along after a while.  Then I had to go home, so it stopped.  But, I like to think he brought our office together that morning.  I just meant to annoy.  And, it did not work.  I have once been called Tro Lo Laura. I dig that.

Well, now this seems a bit lopsided now.  So, I think I shall throw one more video up here.  I think I shall make it The Barbarians.  I like them.  I am putting Moulty because I love that song.  It is rumored that the backing band on this song is actually The Band which is one of my favorite bands of all time.  They are so much more than The Weight, People.  For real.  Although, for an overplayed song, that is a good one.  Anyway, no one except like two people even care about that or think it's awesome or have even the slightest idea what I am talking about, so I shall stop now.  And, that was thought number four.

Mike is Definitely Magic

I am going to keep this blog short and simple.  Go see Magic Mike.  Just go.  It's so worth it.  It really, really, really, really, really, really is worth it.  I am even going to state that the story isn't bad.  At all.  And, then there are the men.  Oh. Dear.  I highly recommend it.  I'm going to post some trailers here because I want to watch them, and that is all that is available on youtube.  I can't say enough except they could have used a bit more man dancing in no clothes. I'm also declaring what a big fan I am of Channing Tatum, of Matthew McConahoweveryouspellit's bending over in no pants, and of Big Dick Richie who will always be known as that to me because I just don't care what his real name is.

P.S.  Thank you, Steven Soderbergh for not making the main female character stupid, gullible, dumb, or predictably cute female in a movie.  Those of us with brains and boobies appreciate it.

Let me stop right here to let you know that Channing Tatum pulling off his pants in the above scene is as good as you think it is.  It is so good.  So, so good.  Good lord!  Here, here's a still of it just in case you don't get the full effect in the clip.

Yep, I made this picture as large as I could! 

I might have to go watch those stupid Nicholas Sparks movies or GI Joe.  I mean, he's funny in 21 Jump Street, but I didn't know how talented he was.  I mean, that pants/butt thing really works.

Okay, this is a total bootleg scene on someone's phone. I am going to leave you with it.  I just don't care how wrong it is for me to post it, and it will probably be gone soon.  But, it's worth it!  Hurry before it goes away.  Lord, he's hot!

Okay, enough of me being a pig.  I shall go now and study the Bible and read to blind children.  Sha right!  Nope, I think I will go objectify more men.  Yay!

How a Shower Pepped Up my Shower

A shower is usually the only opportunity you get to use the gifts you got at your shower!

Some sort of penis laughter is happening here.

You know you're loved if you get a blueberry ring!

Laura and Jody wedding season has kicked off.  We were treated to a wonderful shower by one super blogger and his super husband (or as the world likes to call them Jacob and Travis).  We had a great time.  There was food, fellowship, and dirty gifts!  And, as I am sure you have figured out, I love anything dirty.  Well, not like socks.  But, you get my drift.  It was a whole lot of fun.  Wanna see some of it? 

Fancy cheeses just for us!

Look how happy Jody is with me being so comfortable with a penis near my mouth.  No wonder he's marrying me!

Now, if you can get over the random placement of these pictures than keep on reading.  If not, stop now because it might get worse.

Anyway, I couldn't be more thankful to all our friends for such a great day.  And, really do have to thank Trav and Jacob for being the bestest of best friends in throwing this shindig for us.  But, they did more than just throw us a shindig.  They gave us something so super awesome! They gave us a shower radio.

Now, I know what you are thinking...shower radio?  Yep, a shower radio.  You see, I have always wanted a shower radio.  We had one when I was a wee lass, but it died when I was about 4.  So, it's been a while since I have had one.  And, when I was adding stuff to the old registry, I threw on a shower radio.  And, when I saw it, I was way more excited than one girl should be.  Really, I was.  In fact, I kinda just wanted to go buy one.  But, I didn't.

It even has AM for all my Alex Jones in the shower needs.

Lo and Behold, what did we open at the shower but a shower radio from the bestest people on Earth, Travis and Jacob!  They even included batteries (and some Dr. Pepper BBQ sauce to entice me into eating more meat).  It was shocking that of all things that turned out to be a gift (because I put literally hundreds of things on our three, yes three, registries)!

So, I get in the shower and prepare for some fun-filled dancing shower time, and do you know what I realize?  I realize that a shower radio is more than just a musical electronic that won't electricute the shit out of you while it plays, but it is also the most entertaining timer of all times.

You see, I bleach my hair.  I don't know if you can tell that about me because strkiking white blond hair is so natural on so many people over the age of 3.  But, it isn't natural.  I bleach the hell out of it at least every 6 weeks.  And, as one who tortures her hair (and has since she was about 12), it tends to be on the dry side.  So, all the conditioners and hair treatments I use have to stay on for a while. 

My latest hair fixer is a three minute hair mask.  Normally, I put it on my head and sing the final Jeopardy theme song three times (it's a minute long, as opposed to the Daily Double song which is 30 seconds).  So, I sit there humming, duh da duh duh duh da duh, duh da duh da duh duh duh duh duh duh.  You get the picture.  But, you know what now rules?  That I can just sing and dance to a song or two then rinse that hair fixer goop out!  It's awesome!  In fact, I over left it on  my hair because Bob Seger exlpaining how the night moves.  This is going to make my hair the healthiest it can be because I just want to hang out in the shower!

I want to thank everyone who came and everyone who gave us gifts.  You will get an actual thank you note not just an anonymous mention in a blog.  But,  I gotta say, I can't believe how awesome a shower radio is.  Oh, and the penis stuff, too.  That's always good!