We did something special.. Piper and I spent the night at our aunts house last night after I got off of work. She was out of town at the beach and so at 1 am Piper decided that she wanted to go swimming. It was me, her and another girl, who shall not be named to protect the innocent. We all put on our bathing suits and went swimming. Piper had the brilliant idea to ask she who has no name to go skinny dipping. There was loud arguing and then all the sudden I realized that I had taken mine half off in the water and decided to finish. This is VERY out of character for me!! I NEVER DO THINGS like this. EVER EVER!! I was really surprised. But I finished and then I tossed the suit into the chair. Piper followed and we both tossed our clothes out and then she who has no name followed. We spent a good hour and a half in the skinny in the pool and just swam. Afterward we got out and all three of us rushed into the house with towels on and collapsed into bed. Our wildest and craziest night ever!
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Because We Have No Sense..
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Because I am Bored..
I had an interesting morning that has turned into a very boring afternoon. I am just counting down the days until Piper and I go on our vacation. I think that the two of us will really enjoy the time together and getting to see our respective guys! This post is not going to be nearly as creative as it could be but I hope that all of you have a good week!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Because I Want to Terrify My Sister...
For those of you whom are reading this blog I watch a lot of horror movies. I watch so many that it's unreal. I can actually relate every day events to things that can happen in them. I do this at random. I consider this ability to be a gift, kind of like Randy from the movie "Scream". Yeah yeah I know he dies in the second one. Angel doesn't consider it a gift though. She says, and I quote, "You're just creepy like that." She maybe right but I don't care. From my unique point of view I think that it would be useful to have this information. (Even if it is in the abstract, Angel) By the way, she would be the big breasted broad that gets murdered because she decided to run up the stairs like an idiot instead of running out the front door.
Now, in my weird little psychotic mind, I've always thought that I had enough know how to survive the stereotypical horror movie situation until tonight that is.
Allow me to enlighten you.
I came to keep my sister company tonight while she works. (We can do that 'cause we're awesome) It's something that I like doing because in spite of all the bickering that you might see going on between us, she's my best friend. And I'm her's. (I'd better be)
While I was listening to her tell me about some fantasy movie that she'd watched today, and will no doubt make me sit through tomorrow, I realized that I needed to use the ladies room. (Like any of you really wanted to know that part of the story) Apparently I told her so and then promptly forgot. What can I say, I have a remarkably short attention span. So does she. Don't let her sweet little act fool you and don't let her tell you otherwise. It's a lie.
Anyway, after her rundown of the kid movie she asked me if I still had to go. I didn't remember telling her that I had to but noticed that I did, in fact have to go, now that she'd said something. So I made myself a key to the creepiest, never used room that the hotel has.
Now comes the part where I believe that I would have bitten the big one. As I was walking down the hall I noticed that the meeting room door was open and the lights were off. Before you ask, NO I'm not the stupid girl that gets killed because she wants to investigate the obviously dark, spooky, killer infested room instead of staying in the well lit hallway.
I had this insane flash of the remake of "Prom Night" as I looked at the open doorway to the meeting room while trying the handle of the door right across from it. (The room I had a key for) You see where this is going yet? In case you don't I'll elaborate. I was holding the key in my hand as I tried to open the door WITHOUT USING THE KEY. Can we say dumb blond, anyone? (No offense to blonds out there.)
My bones would have been ground up to make the killers bread long before I'd gotten the door open and slaughtered me three way to the weekend. I went back to Angel and told her this just because I knew it would freak her out. That's how I would have reached my expiration date in a horror movie. What about you?
Well, guess tonight is a theme blog. I've got a Mamakat's Work Shop to go along with this. Okay, so here it goes. I've racked my brain for something that makes me extremely paranoid. I'm not as bad as my sister. I'm just neurotic, but if I had to go with something it would have to say BUGS!!! The eew factor goes way up anytime they are even mentioned and it really doesn't matter what kind either. If it's a small creepy crawly with over two legs keep it AWAY from me.
Nothing sets me off like they do. They itch. They bite. They sting. They're evil little creatures which need to be shot. Need I say more. In case you need further clarification: BUGS ARE THE DEVIL!!! Don't let anyone tell you differently.
A prime example of my bug paranoia would be that one night after getting home from dinner or something of the sort, it was late and it was dark. I turned on the porch light so that we could go inside and I swear every beetle and moth from with in a twenty mile radius gravitated to that single light within ten seconds. Our mom wanted me to go outside and feed the dogs a late dinner. HELL NO!!! Excuse my language. Suffice it to say, my mom went out to do it. Then the crazy woman thought that I was going to let her back in along with all the bugs in the neighborhood. Not happening.
I unlocked the door for her but went into my room where it was evil creepy crawly free. THANK YOU.
Make sure you visit Angel's Workshop post too!!
Now, in my weird little psychotic mind, I've always thought that I had enough know how to survive the stereotypical horror movie situation until tonight that is.
Allow me to enlighten you.
I came to keep my sister company tonight while she works. (We can do that 'cause we're awesome) It's something that I like doing because in spite of all the bickering that you might see going on between us, she's my best friend. And I'm her's. (I'd better be)
While I was listening to her tell me about some fantasy movie that she'd watched today, and will no doubt make me sit through tomorrow, I realized that I needed to use the ladies room. (Like any of you really wanted to know that part of the story) Apparently I told her so and then promptly forgot. What can I say, I have a remarkably short attention span. So does she. Don't let her sweet little act fool you and don't let her tell you otherwise. It's a lie.
Anyway, after her rundown of the kid movie she asked me if I still had to go. I didn't remember telling her that I had to but noticed that I did, in fact have to go, now that she'd said something. So I made myself a key to the creepiest, never used room that the hotel has.
Now comes the part where I believe that I would have bitten the big one. As I was walking down the hall I noticed that the meeting room door was open and the lights were off. Before you ask, NO I'm not the stupid girl that gets killed because she wants to investigate the obviously dark, spooky, killer infested room instead of staying in the well lit hallway.
I had this insane flash of the remake of "Prom Night" as I looked at the open doorway to the meeting room while trying the handle of the door right across from it. (The room I had a key for) You see where this is going yet? In case you don't I'll elaborate. I was holding the key in my hand as I tried to open the door WITHOUT USING THE KEY. Can we say dumb blond, anyone? (No offense to blonds out there.)
My bones would have been ground up to make the killers bread long before I'd gotten the door open and slaughtered me three way to the weekend. I went back to Angel and told her this just because I knew it would freak her out. That's how I would have reached my expiration date in a horror movie. What about you?
Well, guess tonight is a theme blog. I've got a Mamakat's Work Shop to go along with this. Okay, so here it goes. I've racked my brain for something that makes me extremely paranoid. I'm not as bad as my sister. I'm just neurotic, but if I had to go with something it would have to say BUGS!!! The eew factor goes way up anytime they are even mentioned and it really doesn't matter what kind either. If it's a small creepy crawly with over two legs keep it AWAY from me.
Nothing sets me off like they do. They itch. They bite. They sting. They're evil little creatures which need to be shot. Need I say more. In case you need further clarification: BUGS ARE THE DEVIL!!! Don't let anyone tell you differently.
A prime example of my bug paranoia would be that one night after getting home from dinner or something of the sort, it was late and it was dark. I turned on the porch light so that we could go inside and I swear every beetle and moth from with in a twenty mile radius gravitated to that single light within ten seconds. Our mom wanted me to go outside and feed the dogs a late dinner. HELL NO!!! Excuse my language. Suffice it to say, my mom went out to do it. Then the crazy woman thought that I was going to let her back in along with all the bugs in the neighborhood. Not happening.
I unlocked the door for her but went into my room where it was evil creepy crawly free. THANK YOU.
Make sure you visit Angel's Workshop post too!!
Because We Rock...
This is the new blog that my sister Angel and I have created. First of all I'm Piper and I'm the oldest. That means I rock more.( So you say, so you say) I'm totally the punk of the duo. (Yeah yeah I am totally the sweet girl next door type) If Angel ever needs help (or a swift kick in the butt) I'm her girl. We keep each other grounded for the most part. We so totally should have been born blond for some of the crazy stuff we do and get into. Yet I would be the red-head and she would be the brunette that has currently gone over to the dark side. Literally. Yeah, her faux pas of the week was to buy a hair dye that was supposed to lighten her hair. APRIL FOOLS ANGEL!!! Before you ask, NO I didn't have anything to do with that one, though I have done other things to other people. Not naming names. Anyhoo, her hair didn't turn out that bad. Black isn't really her color. She can be too sugary sweet but she can pull it off. Guess what, little sis, now we can both punk rock the scene.
I am not sure I belong in the punk scene, but according to her it looks good. Although I am still slightly nervous because well we stopped to get gas and as soon as I got out of the car and into the light she stared at me for like ten whole min with this blank "oh my god oh my god oh my god" look on her face. If that doesn't scream somethings wrong what does I ask you?? Plus the fact her hysterical giggles could be heard AFTER she went into the gas station worries me more. I am glad that I finally got her blogging even if it means that she's totally going to look over my shoulder at everything I type. (Yes she's totally doing it now)
Hopefully we will have a bunch of hi jinks for ya'll to laugh about soon.
I am not sure I belong in the punk scene, but according to her it looks good. Although I am still slightly nervous because well we stopped to get gas and as soon as I got out of the car and into the light she stared at me for like ten whole min with this blank "oh my god oh my god oh my god" look on her face. If that doesn't scream somethings wrong what does I ask you?? Plus the fact her hysterical giggles could be heard AFTER she went into the gas station worries me more. I am glad that I finally got her blogging even if it means that she's totally going to look over my shoulder at everything I type. (Yes she's totally doing it now)
Hopefully we will have a bunch of hi jinks for ya'll to laugh about soon.
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