tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47450633133138340842011-07-08T06:24:58.726-05:00Soooo, no one was chomping at the bit for a reality show about two very not famous sisters. Blogspot? Don't mind if we do...Sheena and Shayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830156968762315743noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745063313313834084.post-66527461196444893692009-08-29T22:53:00.002-05:002009-08-29T23:52:32.430-05:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I am Sheena</span>...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">and I am Shaylee.  </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Welcome.  We can't promise you life changing stories or literary masterpieces, however we can promise you reality.  For those of you who don't know, we are sisters.  We're exactly 12 months and 26 days apart.  </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Sheena was planned.  </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Shaylee was not.  </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Sheena reminds her of that often.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">"Hey Shaylee remember that time mom cried when she found out she was with child three months after she had me?  And they were not tears of joy."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">"Hey Sheena, remember when you sucked your thumb till you were ten?  I do."</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Moving on...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">After stuffing our faces at the local Chili's one afternoon, we found ourselves stuck in traffic and we began talking about some pretty standard topics:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">1.  Why is it that our faces are greasiest after Sunday morning church?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">2.  IBS</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">3.  The awesome vocal power of Celtic Woman.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">4.  The gross overuse of the phrase "precious girl" on facebook wall posts. (ex. "miss you precious girl! or "How are you precious girl?!" or our personal favorite "OMG I love you precious girl!") Barf.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">5.  Smart cars and how dumb they look.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">6.  How the pasta in a particular dish at Olive Garden strongly resembles miniature window treatments.  Weeeeeird.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">7.  How blunt Sheena can be.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">8.  How unaware Shaylee can be... is.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Great blog material right?  We thought so, obviously.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745063313313834084-6652746119644489369?l=buschlikethebeernotthepresident.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sheena and Shayleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08830156968762315743noreply@blogger.com3