Sorry about the title. . . I've got that stupid poker face song stuck in me head. Pa pa pa poker face pa papoker FACE! GAY.
I've been thinking long and hard about this, and by long and hard I mean for the past day or so. . . and when I'm not packing, feeding the baby, or cleaning.
I want you all to rate my blog.
*GASP* . . . . . . .
Yes that's right. I used to feel like no one even read my blog at all. Then I got a fancy site meter thingy ma jigger. HA! I know you read it now. But I don't always know how you feel ( I sound like a girl talking to a man about his feelings)
On a scale from 1-10 if you will
10 being. . . OHMYGOSH! Everytime I read your blog I'm slightly entertained or I laugh, enjoy the pictures of your oh so cute baby, and I feel like I can hear you speaking as I read what you typed.
1 being your blog is so lamespice (thank you lauren for my cool new catch phrase which I will over use for the next year til Kevin will want to bleed from both ears) when I read it, it's boring and I never leave a comment.
P.S. I've been working on leaving more comments on your guy's blogs, no really I have. . . so share the love . . . be a buddy . . and rate my blog.
Oh yeaaaaash and one more pic of me for you to adore, just kidding, actually I rejoined the bang gang. I have bang remorse, but there is not a lot I can do now is there? HMMM
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