“You girls are so funny on Facebook!"
“If I’m sad I just go on Facebook and see what
you two have been doing.”
“You should start a blog or do more live videos on Facebook.”
We hear this all the time. And by “all the time”, I mean
like - we probably hear it more often than we wash our hair.
We hear this everywhere we go. And by “everywhere”, I mean
like - once, a grieving mother at a funeral home said this to us with a snot rag
in her hand.
Our reply to comments such as these are usually something
along the lines of, “You should see the shit we don’t post!” or “The fun never
stops!” And that’s the truth, y’all. Every single day, we find a way to make
the best of whatever we are doing, or we manage to land ourselves right up in
the middle of a shit show that leaves us with a story tell. Either way it goes,
we’re gonna find a way to laugh with, or at least AT, each other.
We do find it crazy that we can positively impact so many other lives
by just doing what we do...because honestly, we are nothing more than a couple broke,
coarse, smart ass bitches who have a love for life, laughter, adventure & live
music; who were somehow blessed with the exact same inappropriate & ornery
sense of humor; who managed to cross paths one day...and immediately decided to
be best friends.
(Please note that all impacts are not positive, some of you fuckers hate us and we know it!)
I mean, we have the same first name, we both have family
tradition middle names that suck ass, and we both have our mother’s maiden
names, we both have brothers that we didn't know about for our whole entire lives, we are both Pisces, we are both Steelers fans, we are both assholes. Why
would we NOT be best friends? This shit right here was fuckin’ meant to be!
Anyhow, the point.
We joke about writing books about our adventures all the
time - so far though, we've only managed to come up with the titles for the first two. (Low Fuel, followed by Slow Leak) However, this past Saturday morning,
as Dale returned home from her routine weekend morning trip to McDonald’s to
get us “so many McMuffins and so many hash browns”, she walked in the back door
and said “Damn, it smells like a fuckin’ ash tray in here!” And from my bed, I
followed that statement up with “...and bad decisions, don’t forget those.” I cracked up - thinking that we had just come up with our
third book name.
Then today, somehow that conversation inspired me. And man, do I love me
some inspiration. (It also helps that my
Madre has been all but begging me to write more since the weather sucks and I’m
good at it...and I promised her that I would.)
Shortly after I began feeling inspired, my best friend shoots me a message....“Man, we should really start that blog.” and my mind ran straight out of the gate.
So here it is - we’ve got
our title, you've got some back story, we’ve got shit I’ve already written in my personal blog that we can copy over to get this thing going...
....and we've still got so many stories to tell.
With that being said, y'all - welcome to our shit show.... "Ash Trays & Bad Decisions". ♥
