My Palm Fronds

Where I live is pretty much the stereotype of where blondes live. There are beaches and palm trees at every turn, even in the towns. It really is beautiful, so naturally it is home to some very beautiful people. My family and friends are here for me to have fun, laugh everyday, and make the most out of everything. My parents are not the old fashioned types where there are a thousand rules and you feel like you’re living in a bubble. They’re cool and the trust they have in me is incredible. I had to earn that trust though and I would never do anything to lose that.

Now my friends are a different story. There’s a crazy one, a wannabe funny one, and the one who acts as my support system. Though I’ve only listed three, that’s really all I need.

            Three. Not ten, not 300 (like on facebook), but three.

             Each of these people has their own personality traits, things I like and things I don’t. But no matter how much time I spend angry at them or annoyed with them they are still my friends. And throughout the rest of this blog, I will be talking about each of these people, whether it be good or bad, but as for right now here is your My Palm Fronds joke:

The assistant asked the blonde if she would like her pizza cut into six pieces or twelve.

Six please" she said, "I could never eat twelve!

Honestly….neither could I.   

Defining a Blonde

I’ve been a blonde my whole life. I’m not chemically altered or have a hair color that came in a box, I’m a real blonde. I spent my whole life listening to people ask me where I get my hair done, and no matter what I say they do not believe me. It’s kind of annoying. So I’ve decided to bring it upon myself to bring you closer into the life of a true blonde: how we feel, how we act, what we see, and how we react to all those blonde jokes.

            I’m not one to fall victim to a slew of blonde jokes and end up crying. So here’s your Defining a Blonde joke:

            A blonde with two red ears went to her doctor.

            The doctor asked her “What happened?”

She answered, “I was ironing a shirt and the phone rang, but instead of picking up the phone I accidentally picked up the iron and stuck it to my ear.”

“Oh Dear!” the doctor exclaimed in disbelief. “But what happened to your other ear?”

“The person called back.”

Pretty clever, huh?

Not really. I don’t really know any person who would really do that. But…I do understand why people frequently make fun of blondes. Maybe it’s all the fake blondes setting a bad rep for us real blondes. Don’t get me wrong there could be a few bad blonde eggs in the bunch. As far as I’m concerned I’m not one of them and I never want to be considered one of them. So, Blondes and Palm Fronds is here to disprove all those people who believe in the Blonde Misconception.