Texas isn't half bad looking!
The Blonde is about being green!
5.07.2009
5.06.2009
Biatch Ain't Blonde
I knew Carrie Prejean was not a true blonde!! Her ambition is as clear as her dark roots.Being ignorantly persuaded by a book of fables to outcast anyone isn't a blonde trait but rather a blind one.
Perez Hilton, who is also an opportunistic bleach blonde biatch, is granted my reprieve this one time because he is fighting for a real cause; the equality of a genetically based attribute condemned by church and society as a detriment to marriage and completely bogus.
Gay men and women can't change who they are any more than a zebra could wish his stripes away by rubbing up against a tree.
Do you really think gay children would choose a life that makes them hide who they are? Do you think they would choose to be beaten and ostracized because they were different? Do you think, maybe, Perez' anger is built from a life long torture of unacceptance?
This is the teaching of the bible, not the word of God.
Blondes would never throw a stone!
5.05.2009
Ho Jo's
The Blonde is about as street smart as Bubble boy.
I learned exactly how far from the hood I grew up on a recent trip through some of the seedier towns of Texas.
I went on Hotel.com to purchase a ticket for a hotel in the cattlelac world 6 hours north of bum frack Texas.
Seeing their wasn't a decent hotel I had to choose a motel that I thought would be safe and clean. I chose one with a name I actually heard of; Howard Johnsons. I booked a room after seeing it had a rating of 3.2, a whole point above the others. I did not bother to read the comments which was my first mistake, the second was booking a single queen.
I packed clean sheets and towels and a pair of flip flops. I may be Blonde but I am not on a suicide mission to pick up some disease from improperly cleaned rooms and seeing the prices of the motels, I was certain I would need an extra can of Lysol and rubber mits.
Howard Johnson is far from the hotel I remember as a young girl on our family drives to nowhere to have one of our ice cream treats for suffering hours of my Father's show tunes and military marching music in the car.
I thought Ho Jo's was just a clever shortcut of the name but actually its ghetto tongue for Ho's doing Jo's. When I arrived, I noticed the picture on Hotel.com was older than some of the photos of guys on match.com. The place was run down and next to a stripper club. I was greeted at the desk by a chunky Latino girl who had a grin on her face the entire time I was checking in. I would soon learn later, why.
She asked for my drivers license and passed me a key, telling me since I ordered a queen bed that my room was at the back end of the hotel. I drove back and parked in front of my door hopping the parking hump to get my bumper as close to the door as possibly imaginable.
It was late and I was tired from the 6 hours of drive time. I just wanted to go to sleep. I carefully peeled the sheets of the bed and placed mine down. I moved the ice box in front of the door to protect myself and went to sleep.
Around 2 in the morning, I heard knocking on the doors outside my room and then knocking on mine. I thought someone made a mistake and was looking for someone else. Than, knocking started half an hour later, again going down the line and ending up knocking on mine. This happened about 4 times between the hours of 2 and 4 am. By that time, I am thinking what the F bomb.
I would have called the front desk but that would have entailed me touching the phone and i decided I rather not since I am not sure if Lysol would penetrate the germ fest crawling all over my room. I just stayed tightly tucked into my sheets on the very edge of the bed and slept with my eyes open until 9 am.
I never took the flip flops off my feet since the carpet was sticky and I peed like a squatting monkey never letting anything from the room touch me. I quickly got the heck out of that place.
Later in the morning I met up with Boo and Ferret for a pancake fest at a local diner, they street wisely advised me, after the hysterical laughter and bits of pancake stopped flying out of their mouths, that I booked a room on what is known as hooker row.
What is hooker row?
Its the rooms that hookers rent out. That is why you never book a single queen bed.
But why would I want two doubles, its just me?
Trust us, pay the extra for the second bed.
Ok...and the knocking?
that was dudes looking to score.
Holy Crap, no way!
To make me feel better, Boo said the sweetest thing. He said that I shouldn't worry because I am good enough to be a thousand dollar call girl.
A few minutes more of laughter and flying pancake bits later, it hit me.
I touched the remote control!!!
The Blonde has been hand sanitizing ever since!!!
I learned exactly how far from the hood I grew up on a recent trip through some of the seedier towns of Texas.
I went on Hotel.com to purchase a ticket for a hotel in the cattlelac world 6 hours north of bum frack Texas.
Seeing their wasn't a decent hotel I had to choose a motel that I thought would be safe and clean. I chose one with a name I actually heard of; Howard Johnsons. I booked a room after seeing it had a rating of 3.2, a whole point above the others. I did not bother to read the comments which was my first mistake, the second was booking a single queen.
I packed clean sheets and towels and a pair of flip flops. I may be Blonde but I am not on a suicide mission to pick up some disease from improperly cleaned rooms and seeing the prices of the motels, I was certain I would need an extra can of Lysol and rubber mits.
Howard Johnson is far from the hotel I remember as a young girl on our family drives to nowhere to have one of our ice cream treats for suffering hours of my Father's show tunes and military marching music in the car.
I thought Ho Jo's was just a clever shortcut of the name but actually its ghetto tongue for Ho's doing Jo's. When I arrived, I noticed the picture on Hotel.com was older than some of the photos of guys on match.com. The place was run down and next to a stripper club. I was greeted at the desk by a chunky Latino girl who had a grin on her face the entire time I was checking in. I would soon learn later, why.
She asked for my drivers license and passed me a key, telling me since I ordered a queen bed that my room was at the back end of the hotel. I drove back and parked in front of my door hopping the parking hump to get my bumper as close to the door as possibly imaginable.
It was late and I was tired from the 6 hours of drive time. I just wanted to go to sleep. I carefully peeled the sheets of the bed and placed mine down. I moved the ice box in front of the door to protect myself and went to sleep.
Around 2 in the morning, I heard knocking on the doors outside my room and then knocking on mine. I thought someone made a mistake and was looking for someone else. Than, knocking started half an hour later, again going down the line and ending up knocking on mine. This happened about 4 times between the hours of 2 and 4 am. By that time, I am thinking what the F bomb.
I would have called the front desk but that would have entailed me touching the phone and i decided I rather not since I am not sure if Lysol would penetrate the germ fest crawling all over my room. I just stayed tightly tucked into my sheets on the very edge of the bed and slept with my eyes open until 9 am.
I never took the flip flops off my feet since the carpet was sticky and I peed like a squatting monkey never letting anything from the room touch me. I quickly got the heck out of that place.
Later in the morning I met up with Boo and Ferret for a pancake fest at a local diner, they street wisely advised me, after the hysterical laughter and bits of pancake stopped flying out of their mouths, that I booked a room on what is known as hooker row.
What is hooker row?
Its the rooms that hookers rent out. That is why you never book a single queen bed.
But why would I want two doubles, its just me?
Trust us, pay the extra for the second bed.
Ok...and the knocking?
that was dudes looking to score.
Holy Crap, no way!
To make me feel better, Boo said the sweetest thing. He said that I shouldn't worry because I am good enough to be a thousand dollar call girl.
A few minutes more of laughter and flying pancake bits later, it hit me.
I touched the remote control!!!
The Blonde has been hand sanitizing ever since!!!
5.02.2009
Mine That Bird Winner of 135th Kentucky Derby
My sentimental favorite General Quarters came in 12th and Mr Hot Stuff, which I tanked since he lost his original rider, came in behind Desert Party.
The Blonde didn't have a hat to attend!!
5.01.2009
Blonde Battles Flu
I am still stuck with lung gunk and while I thoroughly enjoyed my yesterday, its put me back in bed today. Since I am not perky enough to write about Big Daddy milking his illness, I am reverting to photos of my outings in Austin for your pleasure until I am completely back to my blondeness again.
The Blonde is resting!!
4.27.2009
Give the Blonde Her Do
I want credit for an idea that I know someone else will take credit for eventually.
A gTLD is a generic top level domain, meaning anything behind the dot like .com, .org, .or .edu.
I want .eco but since I do not have the $185,000 to register the TLD and I don't have the million dollars in escrow to satisfy ICANN's application, I am freely giving up my stellar idea to the masses that read my blog.
All you need to do is go to 'mindsandmachines.com' and work with them to get this going. They will handle all your domain registration needs. They have what it takes to fulfill the application requirements of the commie ICANN.
ICANN is a non-profit monopoly started by the the top 5 internet beasts to regulate the use of anything behind the dot.
There is only 21 dot top levels created but now they have opened up the application to others interested in applying for their mere highway robbery fee and their yearly extortionist fee of 75 grand to keep it up to date and out of hands of opportunistic chinese frauds.
Microsoft and Dell are up in arms saying that its not fair that they have to pay the extortionists fee to keep their name secured but ICANN doesn't care; sort of like the top 3 credit rating companies that don't care if your identity is stolen.
With the onset of global warming and the growing number of eco friendly companies and consultants wanting a better future, .eco is a sure gamble.
I am a betting blonde but lack the chips to play so I am giving my idea away...I just hope it goes to someone worthy and they remember to give the blonde her do...or at least unlimited spa visits for life.
And I know the difference between due and do..I was just remaining true to my Blonde!!
The Blonde is too generous with her thoughts!!
A gTLD is a generic top level domain, meaning anything behind the dot like .com, .org, .or .edu.
I want .eco but since I do not have the $185,000 to register the TLD and I don't have the million dollars in escrow to satisfy ICANN's application, I am freely giving up my stellar idea to the masses that read my blog.
All you need to do is go to 'mindsandmachines.com' and work with them to get this going. They will handle all your domain registration needs. They have what it takes to fulfill the application requirements of the commie ICANN.
ICANN is a non-profit monopoly started by the the top 5 internet beasts to regulate the use of anything behind the dot.
There is only 21 dot top levels created but now they have opened up the application to others interested in applying for their mere highway robbery fee and their yearly extortionist fee of 75 grand to keep it up to date and out of hands of opportunistic chinese frauds.
Microsoft and Dell are up in arms saying that its not fair that they have to pay the extortionists fee to keep their name secured but ICANN doesn't care; sort of like the top 3 credit rating companies that don't care if your identity is stolen.
With the onset of global warming and the growing number of eco friendly companies and consultants wanting a better future, .eco is a sure gamble.
I am a betting blonde but lack the chips to play so I am giving my idea away...I just hope it goes to someone worthy and they remember to give the blonde her do...or at least unlimited spa visits for life.
And I know the difference between due and do..I was just remaining true to my Blonde!!
The Blonde is too generous with her thoughts!!
My Secret Crush
The Sham Wow, Dude!!
Yes!!
How could you not?
Badda bing, badda boom!!
Hey, how you shammin?!!
The Blonde loves a buff man!!
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