Monday, September 26, 2011

Notes Between Sisters From Around the Web

We haven't posted in a while.  Sorry, geez.  We've been busy, OKAY?  Here's some notes between sisters, and some just written by a sister, and maybe one or two that are just hilarious.



This is what one sorority sister posted outside her door.  She's really not kidding, okay?

 Sister One goes out of town.  Sister Two saves little fish's life.  Sister One now makes Sister Two's bed for life.


A mother's plea.


I love everyone.  Except those SISTERS.  I can only muster up a "like."  And even that is wavering.


One sister helps out her other sister by threatening her new beau.  She means it, too.


An acrostic poem assigned in school about a family member.  She could have done "Mom" but Martha's sister was a deep well of material.


Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!


The joker smile on Hello Kitty really makes the intent known.  Or DOES IT?
 



If you have a sister, write her a note today!

Monday, September 12, 2011

Fluffy Movies

I watch Fluffy Movies.  These are movies for which my Daria-esque, ball-busting, feminist side would have me beheaded for watching.  I blame Jennifer.

DEFINITION TIME!
Fluffy Movie
(fluf-FEE moo-VEE)
noun
1.  a movie with a largely female-theme, esp. teenage females, with plot lines built around trends, pop-culture references, boys, make-up, music by female artists/bands, and including at minimum one makeover scene.

Examples:

Reason I Watched: 
Heath Ledger sings an over-the-top version of Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You by Frankie Valli.


Reason I Watched:
The impromptu Thriller dance that saves the day.


Reason I Watched:
Contagiously quotable dialogue.


Reason I Watched:
Must see the train wreck that is Lindsey Lohan pretend she is in a rock band.


Reason I Watched:
To indulge my inner bitchy teenager that wants to ruin a boy who hurt me.


Reason I Watched:
Again, the Lohan train wreck.  Also, best line in the movie:
Amber D'Alessio: [reading from the burn book] Made out with a hot dog? Oh my God that was one time!


Reason I Watched:
I'm a stupid sucker for makeover montages and big reveals.


Reason I Watched:
Again with makeover montages and big reveals.


Reason I Watched:
Teenaged witches.  Doing WICCA.  :)



Jennifer gives me reason to indulge myself so I can't be held responsible for these Fluffy choices.  It's all her fault.  She MADE me watch them.  I TRY to be a good big sister and hang out with my little sister.  If I HAVE to.  (Heh, heh!)


Friday, September 9, 2011

Whatcha Got In Here Friday & What I'll Give You if You'll Just Go Away Friday

Christina: SOOOOOOOOOOO.....Whatcha got in here?!!!!!!?!!!!!?


Jennifer:  ::looks around::

here...

have these baby arm earrings. You can have them if you just get out of my room!


Christina: Ok I'll have them. But what ELSE ya got in here ::continues looking around::

Jennifer: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!


Have a lovely weekend!

Love
HATE,

Pink Pink U Stink

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

My "Grease Spot"

Its totally okay to laugh about it now, but I used to be very sensitive when my family would call the comfy spot upon where I sat and enjoyed the comforts of home, my "grease spot".

I guess they named it after the fantastic product that "lets your soul shine through" from the film Coming to America. In this movie there is a scene when the couple gets off the couch and there is a stain from where their Soul Glo seeped into the cushions.

If you aren't familiar with the movie, then imagine if you left a french fry on a napkin...like so:


Your body produces natural oils; and from the amount of time I spent watching tv from the safety and comfort of my bed, one could come to the conclusion that I was the french fry of life and my bed, it's napkin.

It would appear that I was a shut-in that didn't shower for days; eating, drinking, loafing in my "spot". I think I was so sensitive because they were basically saying I was unhygenic. Truthfully, there were a couple (ok, a lot) of weekends that I wouldn't shower or brush my teeth, but by Monday morning when I had to go to school, I would shower and be as presentable as an awkward teen can be. In my defense, WHO HASN'T GONE A WEEKEND WITHOUT SHOWERING?

As (a less awkward) adult, I still find myself going all weekend without a shower. Its so friggin hot in Florida and I am covered in sweat 5 seconds after showering anyway...I have little care what strangers may think of me in my ponytail nubbin (I have short hair, efforts to have a flowing cascade of ponytail are futile) and comfy weekend wear. That is, if I even leave the house! If I do leave the house, its because I'm rummaging through dirty thrift stores and crafting with paint, glue, scraps of fabric/thread/paper. There is no need to smell pretty and dress up in my "sunday best".

So back to the the grease spot of my childhood..... It was me, and my stuffed animals, watching my favorite characters doing things I hoped to do someday. Here's what I thought I was doing:


Here's what they saw:



Funny thing is...just yesterday I was having a BBQ Pulled Pork-Mango-Pickle Sandwich (a recipe of my own concoction), drinking out of a juice jug (no glass), in my undies, on my frilly-doily-covered-queen-anne-chair, watching I Dream of Jeannie. It looked a lot like the above picture. And I'm okay with that; Cuz I'm an adult and I can have cookies for breakfast if I want to. Jelly?

Love
HATE,

-Jennifer

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

A Picture of a Gross Snail

I submit that Jennifer open an antique shop called "Everything Is Gross."

Who's with me?

Source

Friday, September 2, 2011

Match Made in Pork Heaven


Ham Dress chatted this guy up on eharmony last night...he didn't have mustard...but he had bacon.

And who doesn't love bacon?

 "Every day, an average of 542 singles marry a match they found on eHarmony" is their tagline. I suppose there is someone for everyone...

Whatcha Got In Here? Friday - Response

OOOOOHHHHH, Whatcha GOT in HEEEERRRRRREE???

This is what Christina's face would look like. Not the whole body, just a poke around the corner. She asks the question like my room is some sort of garage sale for the early birds- ready to start rummaging for the bargains!!!

Let me make one thing clear...

She never TOOK anything.

It was psychological warfare for Christina to make me think she wanted (and could easily have) anything in my room.....I don't think she even WANTED my stuff, but she wanted for me NOT TO HAVE IT ANYMORE.

After the poke around the corner maneuver, and as the question is being asked, her eyes first got enlarged like OOOOH EVERYTHING IN HERE IS SOOOOO INTERESTING I MUST HAVE THESE THINGS, the eyes would begin to shift around making me uncomfortable that all she had to do would grab something and run. Unfortunately I, on the bed, watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer episodes would be powerless to stop any potential burgle (singular of burglary...google it. jk... don't do that, I made it up)

LOVE,
HATE,

-Jennifer

Whatcha Got In Here? Friday

I'm starting a new tradition on PPUS.  It's called "Whatcha Got In Here? Fridays" and it fucking rules.

You probably could use a little primer on why this is funny.  Back in the day, and even today whenever I get the chance, I used to stroll into Jennifer's room and make my eyes all wide.  I'd look at her stuff with keen interest, occasionally picking something up (but it's funnier when I didn't) and ask her all nosy-like, "Whatcha got in here?"

She would immediately begin a freak-out, yelling at me to get out of her room to which I responded with maniacal laughter.

Don't ask me why I think this is funny, or why it got under Jennifer's skin so badly.  Perhaps one day Jennifer will post an explanation for this strange neurotic behavior.

But now on PPUS for "Whatcha Got In Here? Friday" I'll post a pic that perfectly illustrates the proper facial expression to perform the "Whatcha Got In Here?" exercise in annoying your younger sister.  Hope you enjoy today's "Whatcha Got In Here?" face and have a terrific THREE DAY WEEKEND!


Thursday, September 1, 2011

THRAFTNACKING- Defined

THRAFTNACKING
(THRAFT-nack-ing)
(verb)
1.  A mash-up of the words "thrifting," "crafting," and "snacking."
2.  The act of eating snacks while crafting things you found while thrift store shopping that day.

Usage:  "Girrrrl, we are SO gonna be thraftnacking tomorrow afternoon after those six garage sales, two antique stores and hitting up Jo-Ann Fabrics!  Swiss rolls, Cheetos, and brie.  Maybe some banana daquiris for potassium.  We're gonna need to replenish our energy."