Never were there such devoted sisters.
My sister is pretty great, & here’s why:
She’s my running buddy.
Since she’s known me since I was 3, she always seems to know exactly what I mean.
She took care of me & my butt in the hospital.
She looks a lot like Lea Michele from Glee (but prettier!).
She works as a nanny for an ex-model and somehow acquired $200 skinny jeans for me.
The other day, she texted me from the airport & said: “In the international arrivals there is a huge boot surrounded by hay bales… this is why people from other countries think Texans are country bumpkins.”
And since our birthdays are 9 days apart (2/24/89 & 3/5/86), we thought it fitting to have our weddings 9 months apart. Actually, we didn’t plan that at all. Furthermore, our parents are glad that year of their lives is over.
She’s also the person I have these conversations with:
Katherine- YOU DIDN’T WORK OUT!?!
Lauren- I had to work/cook dinner/blahblahblah
Katherine- DEAD FATTY (Said like Jilian from biggest loser to one of the contestants.. “Every time I look at you I’m going to think, dead father!!!”)
Lauren- YOU COULD ENCOURAGE ME!
Katherine- Good job not working out.
Because her birthday is coming up (February 24th), & she is hilarious, I thought it would be entertaining if we did a Q&A – Ask The Sister. We’ll do a vlog & answer questions. It’ll be funny, promise.
Know how I know? Just the other day, she asked me, “In the song Hard by Rhianna, is she talking about bloggers?”
So ask away. Ask anything. We’re usually pretty crazy when you put the 2 of us together. And then do me a favor… fast-forward to 3:36 and tell me what you think she’s saying.
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On an unrelated note, Whatever Lola Wants is having an awesome Valentine’s Pajama Sale running until Feb. 14th. All in-stock items are on sale for 50% off as well as 50% off shipping to Canada and the US. The checkout code is: VALENTINE50SALE. Check out those PJs! All fabrics are 100% Egyptian cotton manufactured in Cairo and imported to Canada. I have a feeling I’d sleep pretty soundly in one of those dreamy Sleep Tees!
Doppelgänger Week, aka People are Delusional Week.
I don’t usually jump on board with the memes. Don’t ask me why, but when I see one, I kind of cringe. Maybe because it reminds me of the millions of “surveys” my friends and I filled out & emailed to each other (remember life before social networks? Back in the Dark Ages?) in Jr. High. “What color are your pants? Have you ever kissed a boy? Do you have a crush on any of your friends’ boyfriends? Are you right-handed or left-handed?”
The Currently meme I was doing for awhile doesn’t count so leavemealoneaboutit.
Also the ToT meme Chelsea invented doesn’t count because Chelsea INVENTED it & she’s awesome.
Now that I’ve cleared up what doesn’t count, let’s talk about what does. Um, pretty much anything going around Facebook for the last year.
Just because I don’t repost something in my status doesn’t mean I don’t love Jesus, will die tomorrow, will never marry and/or BEAR CHILDREN.
Chances are, the definition of your name on urbandictionary.com is going to be something very, very terrible. Do yourself a favor & refrain from this.
If you ask me to join your: mafia/Farmville/freaking fish aquarium ONE MORE TIME, I’m gonna have to unfriend you.
No, I do not want to see: someone’s TRUE opinion of me/who has a crush on me (I’m married, thanks)/if someone has answered a question about me (I don’t even know what that means). I will block the crap out of this until I can block no more.
In short(ish), I liked Facebook better when it was only people with university email addresses. It kept the 12-year-olds where they belong: on MySpace. But now everyone and their mom (LITERALLY) has a Facebook, & things are getting crazy. My friend can’t post pregnancy/new mom woes because, not even exaggerating, NINE MILLION “older” friends and family members will take her WAY TOO SERIOUSLY & give the worst unsolicited advice you’ve ever seen. Also, forget about posting those pictures from your girls weekend at the beach, because you’ll likely get a post like this:
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Facebook is so awkward because what if someone friends you & you don’t want to be friends? What if you were never really friends in the first place? What if they try to friend you THREE TIMES IN ONE HOUR, and each time you hit “Ignore,” because each time you hit ignore & another request pops up, it gets a little creepier. And what if, after 3 rejections, this person who you haven’t seen in OVER 6 years, and with whom you were never actually friends (I think I spoke 5 words to her, ever), sends you a message that says: “is there a reason you wont add me?? do you remember me??”
Um, I don’t like to be cornered into becoming friends with people.
However, against my better judgement, I decided to participate in Doppelgänger Week. Much like Facebook, it was cool when only a few people knew about it. People were accurate in their choices, & it was cute, not cluttery.
I chose iJustine for my look-alike because, well, she’s the closest match. I have been told I look like everyone from Carrie Underwood (I get that one a lot when I overuse the hairspray a la Texas woman style) to Julia Stiles (by a toothless man in a gas station, thanks dude!) to Tyra Banks (from my girl Reen & also from my husband on our first date! “You look like a white Tyra Banks”), but at the risk of looking like I’m full of myself/blind, I went with the safe choice. Justine is a lovely girl, Apple product fan, blogging nerd, and I get a little creeped out when I watch her YouTube videos; there’s something around her eyes that makes me feel like I’m looking in a mirror. Here was the picture I posted:
Some people (granted, who haven’t seen me in awhile) actually thought it was me.
Then, my sister informed me that “YouTube fame doesn’t count, you look like Cameron Diaz.” So I went hunting for a good picture of her. Cameron Diaz is probably the celebrity I get the most, at least when we were both younger (and before she had a nose job). I like her because she’s beautiful but not in a pretentious or fake way. However, I am not vain/dumb enough to think I could be her stunt double or anything.
Then, things got a little better when my friend Kayleigh decided to put some pretty sweet Photoshop skills to use & include Pancho in the fun.
Seriously, I had to look twice because that is the spitting image of Pancho & me on a Sunday afternoon.
Alright, now you can see the fun my friends & I were having. All innocent. All harmless. Good, clean, Facebook fun. Then things started to get ugly. Actually, things started to get WAY TOO PRETTY. People began changing their profile pictures to people who seriously looked NOTHING like them. Yeah, you WISH!
Before I knew it, my feed was cluttered up with beautiful people, and I was left wondering where all my Facebook contacts (I refuse to refer to people as “friends” just because we are connected by a social network) went.
The moral of the story? Facebook is going to hell in a handbasket, & it looks like we’re all going with it.
But at least the handbasket looks like Cindy Crawford.
Ready to run.
I’m feeling uninspired lately. Maybe it’s the cold, maybe it’s the rain. Maybe it’s because I exhausted my creativity last week on 4 posts (pretty sure that’s a record for me). Whatever it is, I don’t like it.
I also don’t like running. I want to punch I’m not one of those people who bounds out of bed in the morning, excited to run. Probably the best shape of my life was the summer of 2008, when I was running regularly (not coincidentally, that was the summer we took our honeymoon – read about it at Kyla’s blog here). I ran in a 5K – my first & only – that October. Then I kind of… didn’t do anything. For a long time. 2009 wasn’t a great year in general. Tons of drama. Tons of stretching (the painful kind) & learning (also the painful kind). A couple of major illnesses. Next thing I know, I’m in terrible shape. It wasn’t that I had gained a ton of weight, I was just lethargic. Lazy. I mean, I had done the 30 Day Shred off and on (I am nothing if not sporadic), but I hadn’t pushed myself. 2010, I’ve decided, is the year to change all that.
I’ve been running 4x a week with my sister for over a month now. Do I love getting out of bed in the morning to go sweat and grunt and possibly cry? No. But I force myself. By the way, it’s easier to force myself when my sister says “Get your lazy butt out of bed or I’m going to be in better shape than you.” Nothing more motivating than name calling/sibling rivalry.
I love my sister because she doesn’t let me quit, and vice versa. We text every night or morning to set the time we are meeting the next day (depending on both our schedules, weather, etc.), but not running is never an option. On the days she doesn’t feel like it, I push her. On the days when I think I could really care less about running and all I want to do is stay in my sweatpants all day with a hot mug of tea, she pushes me. Whoever isn’t feeling motivated texts the other one word: “Weeping,” which is from a commerical we saw about 10 years ago & have quoted ever since. OMG I JUST FOUND IT ON YOUTUBE. God bless The Internet.
Staples Snowbot = love.
Moving on.
I love THIS and I don’t want to quit. I wish someone would text me every day & say “Put your lazy fingers to work or my blog is going to be better than yours” (as she is reading this, Chelsea is reaching for her cell phone). I have to stay motivated. I can’t think clearly in the mornings, and that’s usually when I run. I work all day M-F. By the time I get off work, cook dinner, and unwind a bit, it’s time for bed.
So this is me, lacing up my blog shoes. Sweating & feeling a little lightheaded. Getting tired about halfway into the post.
My question to y’all is: How do you do it? How do you keep up with everything you have to do and still pull off a fabulous, interesting blog? Are there certain days/times that work best? I know I need to keep plugging away, & make it work, but I can’t help my blog envy for those of you who seem to have it all together. Let me in on your secrets.
Because, dang it, it’s almost swimsuit season! Blogsuit season?
Lauren to stop making awkward parallels in 3… 2… 1…
