So I was watching some videos on Jenny’s blog and take a look at one of the Google ads that came up:
This is not a product of my web design wizardry. This is a real Google ad.
Google places ads based on the content of the page. There is nothing on that page that should make this ad appear. Maybe this is a sign. Maybe I am gay. What are the odds? I guess I should break the news to Jeff… Google is trying to tell me I’m gay. Thanks Google! Once again you have saved the day. I shall never again question your ability to rule the world.
What shall I do with the knowledge of my newfound gayness? What kind of “gay” should I be? Should I stock my closet with flannel shirts? Or should I be a hot sexy lesbonian goddess?
Look. When I was typing the fake word “lesbonian”, my spell check popped up with the following suggestions:
Maybe this is a sign. Maybe I am not supposed to be a lesbian. Maybe I am supposed to be a Babylonian. Google was wrong after all. Their mighty empire has fallen and it is WordPress that has shown me the way. Thank you WordPress! Once again you have saved the day. I shall never again question your ability to rule the world.
| Texas in April and there’s snow. WTF? | |
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| It was so cute. Sammy was just so confused and didn’t know what to do. Plus she is still getting used to having sneakers on, so she just stands there because she can’t walk too well in them. | |
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| We had ourselves a nice little snow ball fight and then I went cross country skiing in the street with my sneakers. Woo hoo! | |
| I thought this was so hilarious. When I was creating an ad account with Google the other day, I was asked to do that thing where they want you to enter in the letters that appear on the screen… to make sure you are a real person and not another computer. I had to take a screen shot of it so you would believe me. These are the letters they wanted me to enter:
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Here’s a video that girls who get their nails done can appreciate:
So its been 8 weeks since I paid over $100 to get my hair done. This is the time when your roots are really showing and you should go back to the salon. But… since I had to spend the last of my extra money on a washing machine, I was forced to take drastic action. My goal = dark brown/almost black but not quite with red red red streaks. So I had a plan. But of course when you color your own hair, your plans get shot to hell the moment the dye makes its way out of that bottle. Also, all babies in your household MUST be asleep when you are coloring your hair. I, of course, am too impatient and did not wait for her to go to sleep, thus foiling my plans. The result is that I said FUCK IT and I dyed my whole head red. Not quite as bright as I had it years ago.
You can’t tell in the picture, but since my hair was highlighted before and already had lighter and darker streaks, the red is different shades on different strands and there are some dark brown strands in there too. I still have my box of dark brown and I may use it to add chunky streaks after I let my hair rest for a week or two. I don’t know. Jeff says I look sexy. But you know those husbands, they like to humor us. Now I guess I should break out my punk mp3s and pierce something.
And who cut off the top of my head?
