Welcome to Two Babes and a Brain.
No, you didn’t read it wrong. We are called Two Babes and a Brain. Yes TWO WOMEN ONE BRAIN. And yes, before you ask, we are ready to take all the comments and jokes that come with that.
Allow us to explain. Children fry your brain cells. They suck the intelligence right out of you. They cause you to stare blankly at objects wondering how to use them to do bodily harm—usually you imagine doing bodily harm to yourself because if you do bodily harm to your children, DCYF will have to get involved and that just takes up time you don’t have because---you have children.
The two women who run this blog have six children between them. Therefore, they are short on brain power. After some serious mathematical calculations they have come to the conclusion that together they have a total of ONE brain. They feel lucky to have this.
Now, on to the Babe issue.
To be a Babe, you don’t have to look like Carmen Electra or Katherine Zata Jones. It’s a state of mind. It’s being comfortable in your own skin. A Babe has her own opinions about issues, whether you are talking about politics, sports, education or even the War on Terror. Chris and Lisa definitely have their opinions about almost everything. That’s one reason they created Two Babes and a Brain. And when their opinions are on opposite sides, look out. Katy, bar the door and batten down the hatches cause sh#t’s gonna hit the fan.
Chris and Lisa extend an invitation to you to post your comments, questions and yes, even dissenting opinions. But be warned, they love nothing better than a good juicy debate.
Tom Brady, all American guy, has now knocked up two girlfriends about one month apart. I have to say, I'm kind of bummed out. I was kind of hoping he wouldn't let all the fame and money go to his head. Mr. Brady needs a refresher course in sex-ed.
I can't help but wonder if the next step on the hit parade is buying a Hummer Limo and getting himself shot outside a titty bar or losing all his money gambling on football.
My husband, of course, has a different take on the whole thing. He thinks Brady should be shot for, and this is a direct quote, "ruining" the body of the latest girlfriend. Husband meet couch, couch meet husband. The two of you will be very happy together. :O)
Tomorrow is it...the day that, for four hours, Chris and I become arch enemies...scratch your eyes out ..spit in your face rivals. Yes, tomorrow is the day that the Redskins and Giants play in Washington. I know, Chris is a Patriots fan... I know that... but her husband is a Giants fan and Chris pulls for them for him.
Now, all during the season, we have been very supportive (OK..we've been polite) of each other's teams...IMing with "way to go" or "sorry your team lost babe". But tomorrow, the only IMing will be when either team rakes the other over the coals.
This is the make or break game for my boys and I am busy doing all the things you do to help your team's chances of winning...you know, wearing the same pair of socks you wore during their last win (making sure they weren't washed between games)...practicing holding my mouth just right when a field goal is kicked...and calling all my relatives to wish them an early Merry Christmas so they won't call me during the game.
So for four hours, starting at 1:00 p.m. EST, Christmas Eve will be put on hold at my house...cause THE SKINS ARE PLAYIN' THE GIANTS DUDE.