We are Big Brother fans in this house. We are. It's just a fun summer show, that often leaves us on the edge of our seats--and well, upside? It's on 3 days a week. And that's awesome.
You know Daniele? Yea. Her. The hot brunette in the house? I think she is supah pretty. I love her hair, her clothes, her style, her sass....yea. All of it.
Last week, I dyed my hair this dark brown color (I.love.it) because I wanted my hair like hers. This week while at Target with my sister, I picked up a pair of feather earrings, and shouted to my sister in the next aisle over, "I have to get these! Did you see Daniele had a feather earring in last week?"
To which she replied, "So what is she, your fashion icon or something?"
And I was kind of like, Um. So maybe she is. And ohmygosh did you see the red Toms she was wearing a few weeks ago?
You see, I'm never the girl who really likes everything about someone's style/look/etc--that is totally rare for me. But I'm a big Daniele fan. If you couldn't tell.
I very, very rarely look at my stats. Because, I just don't care. Last night I went on quickly to get a gist of them
because I may have been begging a certain company to do a review and needed ammunition for the heck of it.
I started to to look at my search keywords--and frankly? Was appalled. Besides the million
creepers readers who search in my FIRST AND LAST NAME and get to my blog on a daily basis---I also had some that left me with that feeling of, you know, wanting to jump off a freakin' bridge. (I kid. But really.)
I mean, seriously...."Flabby+Mommy" led you to my blog? REALLY? How's that supposed to make a girl feel?
How about (wait for it........), "Swimsuits for bigger thighs". For the LOVE.
Okay okay. I can handle that. But then, add on "Postpartum hips" and "SO MUCH WEIGHT" and it's like BAM! In your face McFatPants. Screw you and all the work you did to lose so much weight.
I felt like google was mocking me.
And it hurt a little.
So to that I say, thanks a lot, Google. I thought we were friends.