Summer’s Men

Yo yo yo, it’s your girl Summer Snow~! Bringing you a new list fo-sho!
Yeah…  I should never try to be gangster.
Anyways, I can’t come up with a good intro for this blog, so I’ll just tell you that it’s a list of the top ten inventions that have made men totally useless (in no particular order).  So…  Enjoy! or something.

The infamous skirt lady from Reg's work...

I always feel like the world is watching me when I step outside my front door.

This feeling usually prevents me from doing embarrassing things that I would prefer strangers not to see.

However, this feeling is absent in the infamous skirt lady. As I have nothing better to do than observe her from my office window and report on her habits later, I shall tell you her everyday routine.

First, she strolls down the street in her little skirt. A wise English teacher once gave me this simile comparing essays to skirts: An essay is like a skirt--both should be long enough to cover everything, but short enough to keep things interesting. This skirt keeps things too interesting....and also is not her friend.

Next, she stops by the shiniest car in the parking lot and gives herself a good look.

Finally, she pulls up both sides of her thong so they are visible above her skirt.

I feel bad for this skirt lady--for as I only feel as if the whole world is staring at me, five suits in an office are actually staring at her.

Your butterfly,
Regette

Midnight Musings: A Conversation between Summer and Sayuri (A post, by Sayuri)

The Original Comment from Summer to Sayuri: Hey darling! Sorry you're stuck in France... :( I hope they let you back in England soon! Miss ya!

Sayuri: I miss you too!!!!!!!! Ugh, save my sanity & come visit France some time. Although, I'll be in Ireland starting Sunday, so perhaps my sanity will only be slightly questionable as opposed to hand me a "hug-myself" jacket. :P We all must get together though & watch our typical movie night fare with a visit from schmarmy via La Rosa de Guadalupe. :) ♥ ♥
Summer: Well, I guess I'll just have to come to Ireland too, then! ;) And ohh my goodness "hug-myself" jacket... that pretty much made my day. Ohh my goodness YES! That's a definite must! I've really missed

Just a little rant from Reg on the art of texting...

Texting should have laws. Besides the obvious ones about no texting and driving.

Texting should have laws so that I don't have to reappraise my evaluation of perfectly sweet young men who text badly.

Law 1: No overusing smiley faces. It is perfectly acceptable to prove happiness with diction. If a smiley face is inevitable, it must be done tastefully, and never as a "one word text."

Law 2: No one word texts. If the conversation is winding down, make an excuse to leave. Or say, "I have to go," and not explain why.

Law 3: Never, ever, ever, ever shorten words. Ever. With modern-day full keyboard phones, it is completely unnecessary to shorten words. Also, the letter "u" does not mean you. Let people appreciate a demonstration of your literacy.

Law 4: Use abbreviations sparingly and try not to use obscure abbreviations. It is polite for both participants in the conversation to understand what is being said.

There's my list. I hope it saves a poor boy or two.

Your butterfly,
Regette

Summer's game

Sorry I haven't posted but as I believe Summer has already stated, we are indeed working on something "cool".

When I say cool, I mean like bow ties and fezzes are cool.

Anyways, I thought I'd share with you an entertaining drinking game Summer just invented.

The back story of this game is I am at that awkward instance in the beginning of an acquaintanceship with a guy and I have received a text from him, but he made me wait a couple hours since I texted him. Therefore my plan is too make him wait equally as long (or longer) as a kind of punishment...(cue evil laugh).

Summer's solution to my lack of patience:

"pshhhhh... every time you want to message him back, do a shot. by the time you're too drunk to stop yourself from messaging him, you'll be passed out."

 

Perfect game? I think yes.

 

Your butterfly,

Reg

 

P.s. Thank you for the graduation well-wishes my dear Sayuri and Summer!

Summer Forgot to Title This Post

Hello, love!

If I told you that Reg and I haven't been posting because we're working on something AWESOME, would you believe me?

No.  You probably wouldn't.

Anyways, I've decided to post a quick entry because I read something today that left me quite baffled.

In one of my mom's friend's facebook statuses, said friend said something about being "annoying as hell to everyone."

While the actual content of that status is pretty easy to understand, the misuse of "hell" sort of got to me after I thought about if for a while.  After thinking about it for a little more, I realized just how much of a filler word "hell" has become.  I mean, really.  Hell is annoying? Do you get sent down there and go "damn, not again..." and stomp your foot?

Also, how would one know if hell was annoying? I always thought of it as more horrifying, but apparently hell is annoying, jumpy, insightful, and weird (those are just a few examples of actual misuses of the word).

It's also become a sort of filler word...  "What the hell was that?" and "What was that?" mean the same thing.  So why the hell do we use it so much? Why do we use it so much?

I think...
Hell used to be on the state tests, where "gliff" is today.  Originally it was f***, but as the word f*** took on another meaning they had to take it out (that's how f*** started getting misused as well!).  Then they changed it to hell, but they took it out when they got sued by an atheist for making their child accept a religious concept.  The new word then became "gliff".

and in case you were wondering, YES...  f*** has been around before it had a meaning, and state tests have been around since the beginning of time.

So you know what I think we should do?

Make "gliff" a cuss word! Then they would have to change it again! That would be lovely...

Unfortunately, no one would think it was a bad word.  Mehh.

Less than three,

~ Summer

YYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY

REG IS A GRADUATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SUMMER & I ARE SO PROUD OF OUR GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

       <3 SAYURI

Honey's Alphabet

Yo yo yo! So this is actually Summer...  but Honey gave me this list today and I wanted to share it with you! It's her own alphabet :)

Summer's Disease

Waddup guys.

So today I'm going to educate you on the topic that no one wants to discuss...

Yes, you know what I'm talking about.  At least once in their life, everyone has to have that one talk involving that one word that begins with the letter "s".

You guessed it...

I'm going to educate you on schmarms.

Hospitals: a rant by Sayuri

There are a few things hospitals can do to improve the stay of their patients and I feel now (as I am sitting in a hospital) is a perfect time to point them out.

First, and foremost as it is the most obnoxious to me right now and I'm not even the patient: The dinging. Is it REALLY FREAKING NECESSARY?

Summer's Customers

So, today at work I had an overload of cuteness.

First, this really adorable cowboy-man with a cowboy accent came in and was really sweet and was talking on his phone saying adorable things like "well if that's anywhere near you, I'll drive up there".  It was flipping adorable! Then this guy came in that I swear could get famous for his cuteness.  He was really sweet and good looking and I just wanted to ask him if he wanted to take me up on my shirts offer of a "Free Hug".  After that, a woman came through the drive-thru with her tiny son in the back.  When I waved and smiled at him, he gave me a confused smile and waved as if to say "just smile and wave, boys... keep the crazy lady happy." It was freaking adorable.  The final adorable-ness was a super adorable man who came and was just being super nice and being like "what's your favorite? That sounds good to me, I'll take that" and just basically being the nicest person ever.  Gahh! So much cuteness I'm going to explode!

That's why cute people are evil.

Less than three,

~ Summer

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Reg's Graduation...or something else

I'm going to post about graduation again.

Just a warning.

Today, I was chilling at home when I received an excited call from my father.

Dad: "We're having a BBQ on Thursday for the game. The guys are going to come over."

Me: "Umm...I think I'm graduating...or something...."

Dad: "Ohhh..I thought I had forgotten something."

Only one thing for me to say to this (inaudibly, of course)

"F*** this game. "

Your butterfly,
Reg

Summer's Alphabet

Why hello there, person I don't know!

It is currently 12:32 am...  I have finals tomorrow...  and I cannot go to sleep.

Yup.

I think it's because I ate frozen yogurt not too long ago...  Damn my gluttony.

So, as a result to my hyper boredom, I'm going to list some of my favorite things in alphabetical order.  Hooray!

Why graduation=karma...

I have come to the conclusion that graduation is punishment for all the negative thoughts or deeds I've accumulated in 13 years of public school...

First, I will be made to wear a shapeless gown and silly hat...such as a Dunce from an early 1900's schoolhouse. Also, I am similarly displayed in front of my peers (perhaps to be mocked).

Then, I will sit on hard bleachers for several hours while I listen to boring lectures about how to prepare for the rest of my lives.

Finally, I will be forced to spend an entire night with my family. This would not be bad, except they dislike each other immensely and I will have to be the peacekeeper (or perhaps referee?)

Thus, graduation is karma. Bad bad karma. I wish I would have paid even less attention in Stats.

Always your butterfly,
Reg

P.S. A conversation between grandmother and I this weekend:

G-ma: "Regette, darling, I would like to furnish one of your bathrooms when you move to your new apartment."

Reg: "Thanks. Any help is appreciated."

G-ma: "That way you'll think of me..."

Reg: "...Thanks..."

G-ma: "...every time you take a dump."

Reg: "...."

Reg: "Maybe you should furnish brother's bathroom instead..."

Summer's Lesson part 3

What's in a name?

Irritation........When Technology lets you DOWN: A post by Sayuri

So, I just spent approximately 3 hours refining a picture collection for you, our fabulous audience. I went through all 162 of the tediously giving titles and authors in the hopes of enlightening you on

Second to Summer's Plea: A Reg/Sayuri Dilemma

Wuthering Heights. That is the subject of dispute between my beloved Reg & myself. More specifically, the character Heathcliff, is the topic of our disagreement. Perhaps Reg & I will sit down and write out our respective arguments/POV's regarding Heathcliff but I am going to try to avoid tainting you yet.

"Will the real Reg please stand up?"

Guess what?

Wait…Don’t guess. Guessing sucks. I’ll just tell you what.

I’m back, after a lengthy renegotiation of my salary and benefits package (which is still nada and nothing.)

Here is what you’ve missed in my life this week:

-The weather got even crappier (which means rain…wtf?)

-Grandmother expressed her disappointment in me (wait…that happens all the time…)

- I baked delicious brownies with my Honey and Summer with some Baileys and some pecans.

-Sayuri, Summer, and I attended Sayuri’s sister’s middle school graduation

-I asked a three year old, “How do you know if you really love someone?” and she replied, “You just do.”

-I got a sexy new computer

-The rat bastard asked me, “How did prom go?” and I did not reply.

-I learned a new paradox about a cat in a box. Maybe I’ll post about it later.

That’s about it. So much exciting news…

Ever wonder what Reg would do as an MI6? Need a smile?: Read on =)

Read this: For Smile, Click here!

         Oh, I hope you got as much enjoyment out of the article (mainly the first sentence/paragraph).

        Happy Friday,
                   ~Sayuri~

A headbanging graduation: a post to counter-act Reg's strike

So today was by little sister's middle school graduation. Naturally, Reg & Summer were there as the peanut gallery to witness the glory that was our (very) small town's middle school graduates. I am home from Iowa for the summer, and find myself enjoying the times like today. Today we had sixteen people at my house celebrating the graduation of two of the 2011 students. My godson, who graduates from Kinder tomorrow and whose birthday is on Tuesday, decided to headbang to some good ole Disney Channel Pop music which was frightening as it brought his face awfully close to the piece of cake on the plate before him. Why is this frightening? Because it would have been exceptionally hard to NOT die from laughter had he face-planted into his piece of chocolate cake. In addition to that, my parents were sitting behind our group at graduation, whispering conspiratorially, and causing more trouble than four-year-old Samantha, who had to be taken out of the ceremony by her grandfather for talking too loudly...it was rather humorous--my parents, not Sami being taken out. All in all it was a good night, and it just gets better....in the morning (0400 to be exact) Reg & Summer will be getting up for school to have their coffee, get ready, and we will drive the hour and ten minutes from my house to their (and formerly my own) school...it shall be quite epic...almost as epic as it is early. Only one word will get the three of us through tomorrow morning....COFFEE.

       Until next time (when Reg will HOPEFULLY no longer be on strike),
                      ~Sayuri~