Oh, How I Love Google!

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

Really, google is my friend. I love it. Everything is at my fingertips. I mean, how did our parents survive without google?! My kids are always asking questions and I often found myself saying, "I don't know."

But, not anymore. Now I say, "Let's google it!"

Another bonus? No need for a bookcase full of encyclopedias that cost about as much as a college education. We got off easy there. Except everyone now thinks they need their very own laptop. (Nurse Boy needs a little lesson on patience...but, I digress.)

I recently used my friend, Google, to see how people are landing on our blog. Honestly, it is a little scary, people!

Where did Washington sleep?-- Um, I don't know. I know our house is old and needs some repairs, but I don't think he ever slept here. Nope, pretty sure. I mean, have you read this blog? We avoid deep thoughts like history, politics, and government. Those things make my brain hurt. This is our happy place.

What does the saying "going bananas" mean?-- You have come to the right place, my friend! You see the picture of those three, innocent children at the top of this page? Well, they aren't innocent. Almost never. Still need to know what going bananas means? Come spend a day or two with us. You will leave with a FULL understanding. I guarantee it!

Neighbor hates our hedge-- Well, consider yourself lucky if that is their only complaint! Our neighbors barely wave hello and all we did was soften the blow for 2 (yes! TWO!) of their trees with our own home and van. Yeah, I would say if the hedge is all they hate, let them live with it!

Why do I have jelly poo?-- Now I am wondering why I like google? Mystery CAN be a good thing!

Why won't boys let you watch them poo?-- Maybe so you won't go bananas? My question is why do you want to watch? I am guessing they just want a little privacy. I have been begging for it for the last 10 years. I am guessing it will be 10 more before my wish will come true.

Do bananas make you poop?-- I KNEW we shouldn't have named this blog Poop on Jelly! This google search is starting to sound like my dinner conversations with 2 boys and GI Nurse. Yeah, I know what you are thinking. You are thankful you aren't eating dinner with us tonight. You're welcome.

Heidi Klum wearing blue eyeshadow-- I am afraid google has failed you, sister. But, since it brought you here, let me just say that Heidi Klum can wear whatever she wants to. She always looks amazing. Frankly, she makes me sick.

What effect did Martha Washington have on the world around her?-- I have no idea. I just wondered if she fretted over having bangs or not. (Something Heidi Klum and I actually do have in common.) Yeah, I am a deep thinker.


Deciding on bangs-- Really? I am still stressing over the moustache the hair dresser spotted on my upper lip! And, I should warn you, you will always want what you don't have. When I have bangs, I hate them. When I don't have them, I dream about they way they would frame my face. So basically, I got nothing.


Other ways to Prince Charming-- I am afraid I married him. He is all mine! Just don't ask him to shovel the driveway. He just might use a tiller! ;0)


Jon Bon Jovi + bald spot-- What?! Does Jon Bon Jovi have a bald spot?! He will always have a head full of permed, teased hair scrunched into messy perfection in my book! ALWAYS!! (Not that I would be old enough to remember him that way, mind you!)

OK, so google just might be failing all of us. Maybe I SHOULD purchase a set of encyclopedias after all...