The best of today.

Because sometimes you just have to take the pulse of your Twitter followers. while you’re drunk and curious about what the best part of their day was and try not to laugh when people say things like “I didn’t crap my pants.”

I asked:

Which, I fully acknowledge, is a total ripoff from Dora the Explorer. But I PROMISE I won’t ask your kids a question in a minute, and then tell them that I want them to say the answer LOUDER.

(What a cunt! Who authorized that in a children’s show? As if I need my kid saying ANYTHING LOUDER.)

Ahem.

I thought you might like to see the responses I got…

Holy.Shit.

Can I just say, it’s really freaktasting hard to do all those damn image captures and links when you’re drunk? Because, um, yeah.

I’m not even going to tell you how many times I had to correct the typos in that last sentence. The first time I typed it, it said something about fromage crimpage when I’m stank.  Or something of that nature.

During my quest to find out what the everyone’s favorire part of their day was, @undomesticdiva queried the same back at me. My asnwer was:

It’s true. And it works pretty much any time you try it, in case you’re wondering.

What was your favorite part of today?

BEWB FEST ’10

It’s the most wonderful time of the year – no, not Christmas…

it’s time for BEWB FEST!

We get to enjoy nature’s bountiful chest selection… and raise money to fight breast cancer in the process. A big thanks to @shutterblog for putting a bug in my brain last year about donating ad revenue for good. *ALL* my BH Ad Revenue for July is going to go to Susan G. Komen for the Cure®. This will become an annual tradition for the month that Bewb Fest runs.

Bring page loads to this site this month if you want to drive that number up. And please consider donating directly to Susan G. Komen – many people only think about this in October, but we need to give cancer the finger all year long.

Remember to see the scoop on prizes and check out BF10 Sponsors, button up, and then make your vote count here (below) for your favorite BEWBs/MEWBs of your fellow internet denizens.

Without further ado, I present the BEWBS and then the MEWBs…

Thanks so much to the following BEWB Contestants:

@TalinaN of Harvest of Daily Life
Agentninety9 of Worn Off Novelties
Amber of A Drifting Mind
Angelia of Mommy Needs Meds
Angie of A Whole Lot of Nothing
Beej of The Bean
Bryn of The Unbearable Bearableness
Califmom of Califmom
Chantel of Chantelligence
Chantelle (photo mommy) of photo mommy
Carol / @Cheeky_Geek
Casey of moosh in indy.
Dawn of Kaiser Mommy
Dawn / @pgoodness of Pgoodness
Denise of Musician’s Widow
Diane Bramos / @pilateschik
Elissa of Punk Rock Parents
Habbala of Habbala
Janet Isserlis of there might be cake
Jen of Tropical Fruit
Jenny of Miss Grace’s Disgrace
Karianna of The Karianna Spectrum
Lady Red
Lauren / @laurencarlton of Mommy is Rock ‘n Roll
Lcool
Lyssa / @sixesandseven of Catastrophically Lyssa
Maria Myrback of Boobcast
Malia of Just Malia
Mandi Bone / @princessmama of Mandibone’s Blog
Maria Melee of Mommy Melee
Megan of Kitsch in the Kitchen
Meg @sleepynewmommy of Sleepy New Mommy
MommyNamedApril of April’s Little Family
Mr. Goodwrench’s Lady
Padme
Piper of Piper of Love
SadieCass of Redefining Perfect
Terra of Raising Zoeyjane
Texan Mama of Who Put Me In Charge Of These People???
Tina of Send Chocolate Now
Usedtobeme of Why are you Stalking Me?
Veronica of Veronica Foale
Vicky of Secret Mom Thoughts
Vixen of Vixen’s Den

(list in alphabetical order – does NOT match the order of BEWB photos)

Voting Poll follows these BEWBalicious photos… You can pick up to THREE Pair of BEWBS each time, and you can vote as often as you like* through July 21st.  Come back often, and tell your friends!

Thanks so much to the following MEWB Contestants:

Adam Avitable of Avitable
bender69
CoderBlues
Josh of Raging Dad
Tim of The Inflatable Soapbox

(list is in alphabetical order – does NOT match the order of MEWB photos)

Voting Poll follows the MEWBtastic Chestiness… Pick your favorite MEWBS and you can vote as often as you like* through July 21st.  Come back often, and tell your friends!

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Don’t forget to display a button to support BEWB Fest ’10 and help increase the amount to be donated to Susan G. Komen for the Cure®.

Please share via your blog, email, Twitter, Facebook and yelling madly on street corners.  If you have a bus, consider shrinkwrapping it with the URL of this post.  No, really.  Come on. Please?

Bottom line:  The more traffic you drive to the site this month, the higher the amount I can donate.

Please note that this now annual Bewb Fest developed independently and with no prior knowledge of Boobiethon, and is not meant to copy, diminish, or devalue the work that is being done there.

*I have placed no restriction on the number of times you can vote. There is a blurb on the Polldaddy website that mentions that you may get a message indicating you are blocked for a time period >> “This is because we have received too many votes from your I.P. address. You will be unblocked again in about 4 hours.” No verbage on how many is too many. So just roll with it, and please don’t complain to me if you hit the wall.

Of all the things I’ve squeezed with my hands…

Something I may not have shared before is that I’ve always been kind of a crafty dork. It’s just been a really long time since I’ve allowed myself the time to let my Inner Crafting Dork free.

I’ve done a bit of everything. *eyebrow wiggle*  Drawing, painting, sculpture, random bead madness, hemp braiding silliness, all kinds of glue gun insanity, etc and etc.  But college, grad-school, real-job, spawning a human being… so many things replaced my crafting time.

But.

I found this awesome tutorial online recently. And within a day, I was making paper.

I.have.been.making.freakin.paper.

And oddly, this makes me feel… powerful. Bills and junk mail cannot defeat me! I churn them and add flower petals and onion skins! And out comes pretty, crinkly paper.

MUAHAHAHAHA.

It’s also been calming. And somehow therapeutic. Something about the process and the outcome makes me feel happy and peaceful.

And usually, I only feel that way after mocking someone or making a crass remark.  So this is landmark.

Before long, it occurred to me that I might be able to sell the product of my creative therapy.  Then those nagging bitches, Doubt and Insecurity, ganged up with the insufferable hag called Self Deprecation and threw a party in my head. (With Tequila.  Those bitches don’t play, yo.)  Suddenly, I’m wondering if anyone would actually buy my paper. I’m wondering if my paper is actually ugly to everyone but me.

The banner at the party in my head says, “You think your paper is so great, but PS: YOU SUCK and so does your paper, ya dumb beesh.”  (It’s a long banner.  I have a big forehead.)

I think the paper I’ve made is pretty… but would anyone really buy it?  This is where I turn to you guys, in all your wisdom and awesomeness. I need your vote below!

All Hail The Reader Opinion!

The paper is handmade from recycled (technically, upcycled) product (old papers, bills, envelopes, etc) and natural plant fibers (blossoms, petals, onion & garlic skins, etc).  The paper edges are “deckled” or unfinished – I could cut them straight, but I feel they’re so much prettier this way.

Here are some photos of the papers I’ve made so far. (I’m planning on making more colors as I go along.)

Poll time:  Will you please vote on whether I should try to sell my handmade paper?

(And don’t worry, you can be totally honest.  I have no way to know who you are when you vote – you have to pay for that feature, and I’m one cheap ass bitch. Seriously, who pays for that crap?)

Just vote on the little thingie below. I don’t know if it will show up in your feed reader, or email subscriber posts, so if you use those services, would you mind clicking over to vote?

Then I’ll know if I can give Doubt, Insecurity, and Self Deprecation the finger and send them packing or if I should just bend over and let them shove that banner up my butt and get it over with.

If you are a highly visual person?  So, so sorry about that. (But not really.)

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EDITED TO ADD:

I had some concern about bleeding of inks on the pages, and some of you guys mentioned it, so I figured there was no time like the present to go ahead and test some sheets.  It was just a small test, but I used a Blue Pentel Rolling Ball Pen and a Black Sharpie on each of 3 pages so far, and was astounded (happily!) that neither bled.  BOOYAH!  There seems to be a good amount of the sizing (added to paper to stop ink bleed when it is manufactured) from the original paper products (bills, flyers, etc) remaining in the end product I’m creating to hinder bleed.  So far, anyway.  Yay!

I wonder about things… a lot.

I thought about titling this post, “You could say that I’m a daydreamer.”  But it was too tacky, even for me.  Also, the word “titling” is really bothering me.  All I can think of when I look at it on the screen is, “Is that what one would affectionately call a small breast?”

But I digress.  Wait, can you digress before you even start really talking about a thing? *mentally scanning*  Okay, yes.  Because it was a mental digression.  I was thinking of the thing, but then…. oh, nevermind.

Okay.  Are you still reading? 

I wonder about things constantly.  All day long my mind jumps around to different ideas, ponderings, and musings. 

And I wonder what other people think about the stuff I think.  (And whether I’ll ever be able to write sentences that don’t sound like a 3rd grader composed them.)

It’s kind of why I enjoy writing here.  Because I can vomit all that stuff onto the screen and get feedback, suggestions, etc.  Sometimes, though… I wonder whether people are thinking things that they really want to say, but are afraid to say.  And that makes me sad.

And I don’t mean rude things, or childish things.  I’m not talking about being negative or picking fights.  Or calling people names… like, oh, “lazy” and “douche,” you know, just for example.

What I mean is really honest commenting, introspective stuff, sharing, discussion.  I think I’m craving more of that.  Know what I mean?  Not that you guys don’t do that, many of you really do, and I appreciate it.  In fact, I really appreciate every comment I get.  I know I don’t respond to every single one – I certainly wish I had the time to do so, and I do read them all, and respond to what I can.  Also, I know that a lot of you read but just don’t have time to comment… or comment, but you don’t have time to get all deep.  TOooootally understand that.

I want this to be a place where my readers feel really comfortable saying how they feel.  I’d like to be a person you find approachable and fair.  So I really welcome you to tell me when you disagree or to call me out when you think I’m wrong (without being rude, because that is entirely possible to do, I swear, and I have a hard time doing it, myself, sometimes, so this has weight, heh). 

I will admit that i have a tender heart, and I can be hurt… but I appreciate honesty in such a great way that I don’t even know how to put the right words right here on this part of the page in such a way that you would understand how much I appreciate it.  I promise to put my big-girl pants on (and save my silly pants for until I’m done) and take the constructive criticism maturely. (Okay, at least 99%  95% of the time.)

I’m going to start a series here called, “I Wonder” and it’s basically going to be me asking you guys what you think about topics that cross my mind.  Sometimes they’ll just be really silly things, and we can all have a good laugh.  Sometimes it might be more serious stuff that I just really want to hear your perspectives on.

I invite you to share with me and one another and I really hope you accept that invitation.  We talk a lot about building community around the blogosphere.  While that is not the only reason I blog, I am also very much into that. 

Today, I’m wondering… have you ever really wanted to say something on a blog, but were afraid to for some reason?  Would you be willing to talk about it here?  You don’t have to be specific (but you can feel free to be as specific as you want).  What was it about, and what stopped you from saying what you wanted to say?  Did you regret it later?

Additionally (but I’d really like an answer to the above in comments):
Has it ever happened to you here?  I’m going to add a poll here, so you can answer anonymously.  But you can also answer in comments.  I just want to get as many honest responses as possible.  So, if you’re feedreadin’ and you would like to answer the poll, it’s here!  You just can’t see it until you click over.

[I also welcome you to email me at thelotuscarroll@gmail.com if you want to talk about anything further in private.  You can do that anytime, by the way.  I just request you give me a little time to respond.  And, as always, if I don't respond after a few days, nudge me! I may have lost or overlooked your e-mail.  I'm very human!]

Thanks, in advance, for sharing yourselves with me.  After all, I’m a psychologist at heart, and by degree.  I have an inherent interest in people.  That’s you! 

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….
 

Vote For Best Chest!

It is time for all of you to choose the next blogger whom The Travelling T-Shirt  should visit.

I asked for BEWBS and boy did I get BEWBS!  (I even got some PECS!)

Thank you so much to these fabulous contestants for sharing their upper torsos with us:

Sleepless Nights
Frog Ponds Rock
Memarie Lane
Growing A Pair
beggar’s shot glass
The Busy Dad Blog
mommycosm
Adam’s Wife’s Weblog
Immoral Matriarch
calicobebop
Special K
Secrets of a Black Heart
Mommy Is Moody
From Here To There
My Therapy
Lilac Colored Glasses
My Life as a Hotfessional
Alex Year Two
Firecracker Mom!
Cyberbones
Draco’s Rose
Knitting Without Needles
Pictures Taken By Me
Welcome to Married Life
shamelessly sassy
Redefining Perfect
Whiskey In My Sippy Cup

 

 

 

Here Are The Contestants (in no particular order!)

 

*fidgeting*

Is it hot in here?

*ahem*

Anyway!   I know it is really, really hard to pick just one photo with so many fine BEWBS (and 2 sets of awesome PECS), so I decided that you can pick up to 3 photos to vote for.

Aren’t I nice?

Find your favorite 3 photos.
Note the numbers in the Upper, Left-hand Corner of photos.
Vote for those 3 numbers.

NOW VOTE!

**Poll is now closed.  Winner was 09.  Runners up – 2nd: 13, 3rd: 23. Congrats, BEWBS!**

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Voting will remain open until 12:01am CST Saturday, June 7th.

 

GOOD LUCK TO ALL THESE FINE BEWBS AND PECS!  “The Rack” is proud to be in your company!