Thursday, April 15, 2010
Soccer Mom Daughtry Groupies Rule...
Yes, you heard it right. Just like O'Doyle ruled in Billy Madison, Soccer Mom Daughtry groupies (or SMDG's) rule here in the real world. You may be asking yourself what a SMDG is? Well,SMDG are women that have a love/obsession with the Rock band Daughtry. This is a VERY selective group of women (so far there are 2 in our sector). If you are wanting to know how you too, can join this awesome group, you need to meet the following requirements: (1)attend at least one concert a year (if you have to drive to a different state, that will get you bonus points), (2)own multiple pillowcases with the likeness of THE MAN, (3)buy T-shirts, key chains, jean jacket buttons for no other reason except that they have his name and face on them, etc, (4) have a personalized license plate (Oh, sorry, THAT one belongs to a man...SHOUT OUT TO MIKE HEFFNER), (5)pay crazy amounts of money to attend meet and greets to wait in lines and spend 2 minutes in his presence, and(6)make scrapbooks of each concert excursion. These are the simple rules...I hope to invite some of you in very soon!
Sunday, April 11, 2010
MMMMM, tastes like chicken...
This weekend I went away to my annual/bi-annual girls only trip (more to come on a separate blog)... you know, the kind where you leave home at home and indulge in a little 'just me and the gals' time?! After a two hour drive I made it safely to Columbus, where I met up with Nickie, Carrie, and Audra. We had an eventful afternoon, me and my gals, eating and attending a little get together at the Schottenstein (hee hee, more to come in a separate blog). Then we headed back to the hotel and met up with Ang and Lisa, for some more girls time. The plan was to unwind, catch up with each other, have a pillow fight...you know, the usual. That is when I saw the text... Ben sent me the above picture with the caption *Hank's new chew toy. He misses u*. That's right, now, not only do I have to worry about my children (Ben included) rebelling and causing trouble while I am gone, I have to worry about a dog destructing my house because 'he misses me"? Really? Seriously? How long does this 'puppy' stage last? My bank account can not take much more of this phase.
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