Photo Challenge Catch Up

Once again, I'm reminded by a friend that I need to post to my blog. And so I shall. I needed something to do this weekend to burn off the hurt fee-fee's I have right now and Jilly-bean had the answer on her blog--- a photo challenge. It kind of reminds me of those BFF thingies we girls love to fill out. I even have one saved Daddy filled out for me. Thesed are his responses that made me grin..

1. You have ten dollars to spend at a gas station on snacks. What do you buy?

Daddy: peanuts and a V-8

2. Describe your mood.

Daddy: Pleasant.

3.Of all your friends, who would you want to be stuck in a well with?

Daddy: Someone pleasant and warm.

4. If you could use only one form of transportation what would it be?

Daddy: limo

(genius)

5. Last time you ate gummy worms?

Daddy: Halloween

6. Do you have a picture of you doing a cartwheel?

Daddy: No way

7. Do other people consider you smart?

Daddy: You must ask other people.

8. How many piercings do you have?

Daddy: None that I'll admit.

9. Have you ever tried glueing your fingers together?

Daddy: Happened by accident, not good.

10. What time do you go to bed?

Daddy: As quickly as possible and stay as long as I can.

11. Last person you hugged?

Daddy: my wife.

Sweet ol' Daddy

I figured out what I want to be!

I'm often (no exaggerating) asked if I'm Brazilian, Samoan, Mexican, Spanish, Argentinian, Persian, Native American, Eastern Indian, and any other ethnicity that has brown skin. I'm a white chick. Totally. It's been such an ongoing thing that Susan and I thought about doing a calendar of all the different women I appear to be for a joke. Being asked "what are you" is like being in a cast asked how you broke your arm. Same conversation, same reaction over and over again. Many of you reading this blog have been there to witness a conversation probably very much like the following.

Stranger: Excuse me, we were over at our table and couldn't help wondering what ethnicity you are. You're so dark with those light eyes.

Me: I'm a total white chick with a tiny drop of native American somewhere way down the line. Stranger: Really? I would have guessed (insert brown people here) because of (insert any one of my apparently dadgum exotic features here).

Me: Really.

Stranger: That's just crazy! You really look like you're (whatever they think)! Are you sure you don't have something else.

Me: Totally.

Stranger: Well, I'll bet your Daddy looked at the mailman twice! (or some other lame joke)

Me: I look like my Dad. No denying.

Years and years of questioning my ethnicity have caused me to look for a good answer. I was thinking if I had a cool answer, it would end the conversation. The other night, I was watching No Reservations (travel and food show) where they were in French Polynesia. I realized that if I, when asked, told curious strangers that I was French Polynesian they'd buy it and I wouldn't have to go through the whole thing. Who around here really knows what a person from there looks like exactly. If I say French Polynesian, it leaves it open to different choices of islands. If the stranger wants more specifics about my genealogy I can say I don't know. They'll leave happy and satisfied that they were able to spot a special something about me and I'll leave happy that I've fooled them.

Plop a pot of flowers upside down on my head and I'd fit in on almost any island. Bonjour!

This could be my family reunion for all anyone knows!

If you're out with me and "the question" comes--go with it! French Polynesian. I love it!

I'm going to buy this t-shirt to wear all summer when I'm super tan and my background gets super sketchy even with those who know my parents! You know I'm not kidding.

A Dieu!

The Squirrels of Bad Manor

I don't know who owns and lives in Bad Manor, but I think they're geniuses. Look at what they do on their balcony. Fun with Squirrels!

Found at http://www.ustream.tv/badmanors Who ever you are--I love you!!!

Dirty Hairdo Friday

There are other blogs that do Frugal Friday or Fun Friday, but not me. I don't even have time to wash my hair on a Friday! I mean, if you're going out Saturday it's going to be washed then. That makes it clean for church on Sunday too! Even beauty needs to be planned, as you well know. And by "you" I mean "most of you".

It's Friday, my hair is 2 days dirty and this is how I wore it for day 3, today, Friday, April 1.

I'd been wearing it curly for two days, but the waves had gone frizzy on me overnight. Well..over two nights actually. I had about two minutes to make this hair-do happen. So here's what I did. I straightened the bangs which get washed the night before as part of my face washing routine. I keep shampoo by the sink just for that. I added some product called Surf to the bottom skaggy, frizzy part. It's supposed to make your hair look as if it got wavy and clumped up from the salt water and breeze happening beachside. I did not even have time to spray some powder shampoo in there so you can just see the white hair beginning to show at the roots of my part. Like spring, they sprout forth and reveal rebirth of my old age, then I kill them with dye. There were all these fly away hairs on the section I'd pulled back so I grabbed this stuff that Jim, my hair guy, gave me a few years ago. It's like putty. He told me when he gave it to me that if you put on too much it would make you cry to Momma. I figured a wee bit of that could hold down a few fly aways. I'm growing the bangs out which is why they look long and crazy. I was running late to work, but still took time to take this important picture. Like those other fashion bloggers (wearing dirty hair is a fashion, right?) I knew you'd be disappointed if you didn't know how I had managed to make my unclean hair presentable with my tshirt and flip flops I wore to work today.

Fascinating writing, isn't it? How many days dirty will it be next Friday? What will it's style be next Friday? A pony tail, a bun? Or will she have the guts to wear it down?? I'll be at a church camp from Thursday night through Sunday, so it could be interesting. Don't you think for a minute I'll forget about YOU and your needs though.

What the hell Wednesday

When I had this week's "What the hell?" moment I was looking at funny mugshots. You see, friends, even thugs get their hair done. They do not wake up with that "gonna knife you" look all together. It takes time, energy and some tattoo ink to make that happen. I thought about what my mug shot would look like if I were in the middle of doing my hair when the coppers busted down the door to take me away. I would probably be as ashamed at my appearance in the mugshot as I would be of a crime. And that mugshot would surely be on some website of funny mugshots. My hair is nearly all white. Far more salt than pepper. Personally, I prefer the hair color God started me out with, and thanks to modern chemical processes, I can have that color too! Keeping that color up reguires me to dye my hair a lot. Dark brown against white shows quickly! The process ain't pretty either, people. I have this hideous t-shirt that I wear everytime I dye. You can imagine how lovely it is. J.B. says that the way I look with the dye is not as bad as that ugly old t-shirt. When the slimy dye is in my hair, I tie it all up directly on top of my hair like a sumo's topknot.

Honestly, it looks like this dude is getting his hair dyed Clairol's Grey Matter Dark Brown #4 instead of being honored in a sumo topknot ceremony (which he is). Only difference in my look and the one he's got is the clean shirt. Well, there's usually dye on top of my ears too. Beauty treatments are never cheap, easy, pretty in process nor comfortable. Just sayin'.

Here are some mugshots of criminals who seemed to have been mid-hair appointment when they were taken in to police custody. The cops had them right where they wanted them--in the barber's chair under a cape sitting still so the braids were straight. They moved in and the thugs are off the streets. Plus we get some seriously unfortunately funny pictures.

This first guy looks sad and embarassed. He knows he's going to jail, knows his hair is FUNNY looking and knows we know. For his sake, as well as all the others, I hope there's someone in the holding tank who knows hair!

Now this dude, he knows he looks funny. Seems to be in on the joke. I like this guy because I see a sense of humor in him. An attitude of "Oh well...what are ya gonna do?" comes through, doesn't it? It's as if the camera man made a crack like, "I'm sure you're thrilled to have this mugshot," just before clicking the button. And the dude got the joke! Bless him.

This next one was precisely half way through his braiding when he was taken into custody and home slice does not think it's funny. You would NOT want to crack a joke about his hair. He knows the cops timed this on purpose and he is extremely angry about it all. It would have to mess with you "street creds" to have something like this out there on the internet. No matter how many tattoos are on your neck, you're going to look like a dork if you're mid hair process--whatever that process is!

New Schedule

Friends often tell me that they're disappointed that I don't blog more. As a piece of art the Fouches gave me states, "It's the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time." Some of my stories are funny and friends love hearing them. The good ones are long and involved usually. I don't have the time to type it all out giving the story the animation and description it deserves. I considered vlogging those stories; however, sitting making a recording and loading it to the blog is not a fun after work activity. It's the kind of thing I help people with at work.

Let's talk about that for a minute. It just hit me how funny it is that I love my job because technology is a passion. On the other hand, sitting and enjoying online activities outside of work has lost its appeal for me because I'm there all day. I'm not into Facebook like the rest of the world. Interesting how that's turned out for me. They always say do something you love. I did and I still love it. When it's what you get to do, then you look for other ways to have fun when not at work. Friends used to tell me that I should've gone into party planning or event organizing. Perish the thought that I would have done so then not enjoyed entertaining in my personal life. Can you imagine? I digress.

I do not like disappointing friends, or anyone else for that matter. I had an idea that is once again based on other blogs I read. From here forward there will be "What the hell? Wednesdays". I can write about something I've seen or read that made me think, "What the hell?" I've written to you before about the girls who believe that others want to know what they're wearing and why. One such blogger has a "What I Wore Wednesday". To think that people care enough about your outfits, where they came from and why you put them together is a funny thought. (then again I write a blog believing that others enjoy reading my thoughts. then yet again, people tell me they DO.) Many Fridays, I am tired and it's always a day we can wear jeans and a tshirt to work. Due to those factors, many Fridays are dirty hair days. From here forward I will have "How I wore my dirty hair Fridays" on the Fridays when my hair actually is dirty and it is a Friday. This way you can have some tips from me to you, dear reader, about how to cleverly disquise your dirty hair. You're welcome.

I love this painting!

Cool, huh?