Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
As some of you may know I am bonkers over my hair. I have very long strawberry blonde naturally curly hair. Where the curly comes from, well no one seems to know other than speculate it rode down the Italian gene in the family and I got it. There is wavy hair in my family, but not out right curly like mine. I take pride and do get a little bit of an ego boost when people tell me how beautiful my hair is. I try my hardest to make it look good and my biggest problem is getting the curls to keep their curls all day or all night if I am out on town for a night. It always seems within a few hours the ends start to frizz out as do some of the back of it. It's not that the curls relax it is just that they start to frizz and as we all know frizzy curls do not look pretty, they look like you shoved your finger into a 220 line on purpose!
Friday, August 26, 2011
I've decided that I am going to start a segment called Friday Funnies or yet another version of #FF. Each Friday from now until whenever I decide to stop I will post a funny picture, video, or story to share with my readers. Please enjoy! This will give me the opportunity to show off my humorous side (I am normally the one laughing at myself half the time to the point of almost literally peeing my pants)
Friday August 26, 2011 Friday Funny
This one is to all you whiners out there...
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Look at that face starring at itself in the mirror! How could you not just love that cute face. That face is of my dog Zero. Some of you have probably seen me tweet about her previously or even post twitpics in parties. Let me tell you that little angel of a mug is far from innocent! She is a people dog, she gets along better with people than with other dogs. Her and my other female boxer Lucy, do not get along at all. At one point they did, when the big male was still alive, but two days after he passed away Zero decided she wanted nothing to do with Lucy being in the house. After that point in time the girls have lived their lives separated by a baby gate of sorts. I used to live in a one floor home and it was rather easy to put a gate up in the middle of the house and one was in the front and one was in the back of the house, but now... well now I live in a two floor jobber and had to find a solution to the problem of keeping the girls apart.