Dad Shenans

So I am not really in the mood for post-writing at the moment. Maybe because I've been staring at a computer screen for 6+ hours doing homework, paperwork, project work. Whatever you want to call it. Not fun at all. My weekend though? TONS of fun.

 

I'm not counting Friday, because I worked until midnight, then came home and passed out.

 

Saturday, Derek and I went on a lunch "date" to our favorite wing place, then drove down to my parents house to celebrate father's day/my dad's birthday, which is actually today. He turns 50. I'm not sure how okay he is with me sharing that info, but there it is. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD! I love you to the moon and back and was so happy to be able to visit you.

Us at my pinning ceremony last year.

We spent the afternoon hanging out with some good company, cooking some good food, and just having a good ole time. We spent a couple hours playing my favorite dice game, Zonk. I don't know if any of you know how to play it but I've been doing it since I was about 13 with my parents and all of their friend. Its like Yhatzee + Poker + Beer + Great friends + lots of laughs and you can't beat it.

 

Me on the left, dominating per usual.

 

After church with my family Sunday, we headed back home so Derek could spend some quality time with his dad and I could spend some quality time with my computer and school books. En route, we decided it would be a good time for some ice cream, so we stopped and got some. When we got back in the car, my car wouldn't crank. We spent about 7 minutes scratching our heads and Derek did some looking under the hood. Finally we just called his parents to come get us. Not even thirty seconds later, we gave it one more shot and it miraculously cranked. I haven't had any problems since then but we are taking it to get looked at, just in case.

 

Did you have a good time celebrating the men in your life this weekend?

 

Be sure to check out this Blogiversary giveaway for Kaeley!

 

Its Friday, you know what that means.

Technically this is "back that azz up Friday" with Whitney but sometimes, instead of backin' it I like to shake it. And I'm not the only one that likes to shake things up every now and then:

 

I can Shake My Booty for KC and the Sunshine Band

 

But Nelly likes it when I Shake My Tailfeather

 

And the Ying Yang Twins prefer you to Shake It like a Salt Shaker.

 

If you're listening to OutKast, they will tell you to Shake It like a Polaroid Picture...

Which is fine, only if I'm not busy Shaking it for Luke Bryan.

And the song that inspired this "Shaking It" version of Back That Azz Up Friday:
 



(Sorry couldn't get Grooveshark to work)

 

Happy Weekend everyone!

 



Things I will never understand about men

So we all know that men are from mars and women are from venus. OR most likely we're from two totally separate universes, agreed? Okay. So in my short 22 years of life I have come to terms with the fact that there are just some things I will NEVER understand about the opposite sex.

Oh Fabio....

ONE. Why do they walk around like they have a stick up their ass... And their chest puffed out like a pigeon. You go to the gym, we get it. So do I, but I don't walk around permanently flexing all my muscles.

TWO. Why its okay for them to fart but not women? I blame this one on my dad and brother, because my whole life they have accepted my bodily functions with love and laughter. However, they forgot to warn me that the other men in my life wouldn't appreciate it as much. As in they would be totally grossed out and they get all squirmy like when most girls see a spider. Seriously, get over it.

THREE. Why don't they smile in pictures? I don't think I'll ever understand this one. It just blows my mind. What's so hard about smiling?

FOUR. Why do they grunt so much? And I'm not talking about at the gym, 'cause even I do that. Playing video games, driving your truck, when they see another man, working on their car/boat/fourwheeler, dancing, doing business in the bathroom. Really, it doesn't require that much noise.

Speaking of business in the bathroom...
FIVE. Why does it take so long to poop? When I'm droppin' it like its hot on the John, I'm not trying to sit in there for 30 minutes wallowing in the smell. So does it really take them that long to push one out? Do they take a short ciesta? Chat with their boiz? We'll never know.

So there you have it, five of the many things I don't (and probably never will) understand about the opposite sex.