Age of Aquarius

Hey there, remember me? I’m Dawn from Alex Year Two.

No?

Let me remind you:

Riiight. Now you remember them me.

I am in desperate need of your help. It’s vital people. VITAL.

It’s even more important than (then?) when I asked for advice about what color to paint my toenails.

This is about hair.

Once upon a time, I was featured on Hair Thursday. (You’ll have to click over for this – kinda like a scavenger hunt – I’m on the bottom.)

Now the beautiful Sarah gave me great advice, then my life blew up and I am just now ready to tackle this here hair situation.

Kicked in the ass by this photo taken by my husband, Scout.

 

I’ve worked on taking better care of it so it looks less frizzola.

(hotel wallpaper – NOT my own bathroom.)

 

Sarah gave me conservative cutting advice (because I came off like a chicken shizzle in my email) – and I totally trust her. But then I found out about Pantene’s Beautiful Lengths …. 8 inches off my hair …. hm ….

I found someone to cut my hair, she’s never touched my hair before. This makes me a little nervous.

I’m committed to coloring my hair – it’s a good change. I’m waffling on whether or not I should follow my Hair Thursday advice to the letter or if I should chop off a big ole pony tail for the greater good.

First 100 voters get a chance to control my destiny! Big reveal will be at BlogHer!

 
When Dawn isn’t flashing her BEWBS over here, she struts her stuff over at Alex Year Two. After you vote about her hair, hop over there and read her adventures with Alex, Scout, and… drunk santa?  Hm….
 

My Guest Post (clever title, eh?)

Much trepidation has gone into what I should write as a guest post.  You see, little ol’ me, I’m still green around the edges on this blogging thing.  It was only a few short weeks ago, I saw a blog titled “Sarcastic Mom”.  Hmmm…I’m a mom, a mom who loves her kids, a stay at home mom, but I’m also a bit sarcastic so, naturally, I’m intrigued.   It wasn’t until her pornographic longing of a vacuum cleaner that I knew she was my type of gal. 

I have visited each day since. In that time, I have witnessed lots of skin ( 5 O’clock shadow pits, backfat and multiple baby butt shots), a battle against addiction ( ”The Evil One”), and heartbreak (missing Austin, TX).  I was hooked, who wouldn’t be?  So who was I to refuse the request for a picture of my BEWBS?  The formerly size A’s that were transformed time and time and time and time again by pregnancy and failed nursing, then failed nursing again, then successful nursing (cha- ching!) for 6 months and more successful nursing (cha-cha-ching) for 13 months more surely wouldn’t stand a chance!  Little did I know that my Victoria Secret Bio Fit Bra would assist to lift me and the girls to a respectable 3rd place finish with 73 suckers , I mean, voters who chose me!  Me and my almost 36 year old BEWBS were delighted and flattered by our showing at the polls.  Imagine my delight when Lotus informs me that it doesn’t end there!  What, there’s more?  I get to guest post, wow! 

Cue anxiety.  Again, I’m new to this.  It’s something I do by myself -for myself (blogging, you pervs!)- secret, you could say.   I don’t have what you big shots would call a reader ship.  I have a couple of friendly people that I have met out here in the blogosphere that occasionally stop by- more like a reader row boat.    So getting to guest post on a cruise liner like ”Sarcastic Mom’s”  is truly an honor and one that must be researched. 

So, I have been scouring the archives and learning all about the complexity that is Lotus and what she is all about.  The beautiful love story of long-haired ponytail rocker boy meets crazy party girl ONLINE, boy knocks up girl and adorable exhibitionist baby comes from girl’s loins- you can’t make that shit up, that’s stuff movies are made of!   Add in the amazing photographs of beautiful scenery and a fecal eating canine, the tear jerking depiction of a loss, battle with depression, and a tree hugger, to boot- this girl is oozing humanity! 

The good news:  I have learned that I love her even more.  The bad news:  I never thought of the earth- shattering subject for my illustrious guest post!  

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Tena can usually be seen sharing her real thoughts and pleasing herself *snicker* through blogging at My Therapy.  Go say hi!

 

    

Grab your drinks again!

This is Part 2 in a two-part Guest Post Series by Lou Lohman.  Enjoy! 

Tomorrow, the lovely and talented Veronica of Sleepless Nights is moving from her rented house to her newly purchased HOME.

Actually, she’s moving on Saturday, March the 1st, but by the time you and I wake up and smell the coffee tomorrow morning here in the States (Friday, February 29th), it will already be Saturday in Tasmania. So let’s all pretend we understand all of that and just say she’ moving tomorrow. Whatever.

Anyway, what follows is a Thursday Thirteen that outlines why you should own and not rent.

1. Mortgage payments are fun. Getting a mortgage is kinda like going to a scary movie. You KNOW you’re gonna pee your pants, but you go anyway.
2. Renting wastes money. On the other hand, being homeless has it’s drawbacks, as well. So let’s just call renting the lesser of two evils. But still evil.
3. Mortgage payments end. Of course, you will be old and grey and not give a shit by then, but they DO come to an end – which leads us to our next one -
4. Renting never stops. And when you’re old and grey and on a fixed income, the landlord will STILL raise your rent.
5. Your accountant (if you have one – doesn’t everyone?) will tell you the TCO and ROI and all of that other stuff makes owning CHEAPER than renting.
6. Resale Value. If the neighborhood goes to hell in a handbasket, you can dump the place for more than you paid for it to the criminals and drug dealers moving in.
7. You can decorate as you want. And no one can tell you no. You want to paint the bathroom a nice, warm shit brown? Go right ahead.
8. You can keep what you install. And the landlord can’t make you leave it when you move. Because guess what? There IS NO LANDLORD.
9. No evictions. The landlord can’t sell the place out from under you and make you move. Because guess what? There IS NO LANDLORD.
10. You can entertain whomever and whenever you want, to the extent that the Department of Children and Family Services doesn’t get involved.
11. You can add on if you run short of space. And you don’t have to ask the landlord. Because guess what? There IS NO LANDLORD. However, you may need to check with the bank.
12. Owning your own home is better for families. You can add soundproofing to your heart’s content to muffle the screaming, yelling and the sound of dishes and other household paraphernalia bouncing off the walls.
13. It’s the American dream. And, apparently, the dream of a lovely young lady and her partner in the land down under called Tasmania.

I propose a toast. A World Wide Toast. To Veronica and her family as they take possession of their new home. May your new home forever be a place of warmth, and comfort and refuge and, most of all, Love. Prost. Salud. Nazdar. Here’s How.

In your comments, leave your toast, tell us what your drinkin’ (beer, wine, whiskey, water, soda pop, fruit juice, any or all of the above) and where you are.