The one wherein I ramble incoherently…yet again.

I have been back “on-line” for a total of what, like 6 hours and I am already freaking out about posting. I am a major tool.

So here it is my second post in a year. Aren’t you proud of me? Well I am so shut up.

I should write something profound but that would be a little far-fetched coming from me. So I will write several lines of nonsense and call it a night.

I would like to send a shout out to my new favourite person of all time – Mama over at MamaSutra. Hey Mama! Just wanted to thank you for paying attention to me, cause we all know I need the validation to keep me from jumping off a virtual blog cliff. For anyone else out there who may be wondering why all the adoration, Mama was the first person to comment on my first post this year. On the day it was posted. Talk about boosting my confidence. I may just have to stop blogging for ever now cause I think this is probably as good as it gets.

I have recently been randomly surfing the net and in my travels I happened upon Violent Acres, which I now have in my links under Shits and Giggles. Although to be truthful it really is more shits than giggles, I like it. V, as she calls herself is hard to describe but who cares! Just read the blog and then run away screaming. V’s blog is about pretty much everything, her personal life stories, real estate, why women suck and various other things. She gets like a bazillion hits a day, hates everyone and swears a lot. So, her blog is pretty much like mine… except I write about baby poop, (oh there will be more stories of poop) my hair and how much I love Arnold Schwarzenegger. Also I probably get like .01 hits a day. I hate everyone too….I mean we are practically twins, it’s downright eerie.

Wow, talk about a love fest. Does somebody have a blog crush? No, not me, I don’t know what you are talking about. Ahem. I like her blog and surprisingly agree with a lot of what she says. If you do venture over to see what I am talking about you will probably notice that I am the embodiment of most of the things she hates about bloggers. Except for one thing.

I don’t give a rats ass.

Gimme head with hair, Long beautiful hair, Streaming, flaxen, waxen.

I have been increasingly annoyed with my hair recently. I regret to say that I had the beginnings of a …. mullet.

Ewwwww.

So I asked my good friend Joan to come to my rescue.
“Give me a haircut or give me death!”
She was worried about cutting my hair, you know a girls hair is her crowning glory. But I had total faith in her hair cutting abilities. I just knew she would do a good job. And she did.

Here for your viewing pleasure, my before shot -

 

And my After -

We also dyed my hair, isn’t that special. Aren’t I the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?

Even cuter than a bag of puppies.

Great job Joan, I’ll be your first client when you open your hair salon!

Asleep at the switch? I wasn’t asleep, I was drunk! – SPF 06/30/06

This week Mr. Random and Odd has taken over Stuff Portrait Friday… will the madness never end!?
In his infinite wisdom he has asked for some very special items this week, complete with instructions.

1. Something with a story behind it. – Photograph something that has a story behind it. And yes, you might have to actually write a little bit on this one. Good, sad, funny, made-up….does it really matter? It IS the internet. Be creative.

2. A Random and Odd photo. – Pick anything. A picture you’ve taken, one that you’ve found on the net. Doesn’t matter. I’m making the rules, so don’t tell me what your usual blogger tells you to do! For this picture, the reader on your blog needs to write a story or caption for your picture, so get something unique.

3. In keeping with the recurring wedding theme, a photo of something borrowed. – This is pretty self-explanatory.

Ok Shaun, boo for making us all think, but yay for keeping it fun
Without further ado, here are my entries.

Did you play?

What?

Sometimes I like to eat peas. Most times I don’t.

BQotD from Jessica Rabbit
*They each got a big splotch of germ killing miracle goo, which could be angel spunk for all I know, because it’s power to kill germs is sent from heaven*