She is Love

April 28, 2010 by Miss


Although I shouldn’t be shocked by this anymore, I’m always thrown for a loop when the wonderful people on this here Internet come together.

Our girl Piper had her heart shattered. In the process of this, OUR hearts shattered too. We wept, we got angry, we felt all the emotions she felt and on top of it, we felt helpless because we wanted to help our friend. That’s the troublesome part of the Internet, the distance it creates between hearts that love.

So we did what we could. We formed a little militia group. We organized. We plotted. And we’ve come together to love our friend and close the gap of miles between us as best we could.

Piper, we love you. We hope you can feel it.

You are loved. Not just by us:

Amy – Dooblevay
Heather – Soft Skies
Jenny Grace – Miss Disgrace
Melisa – Suburban Scrawl
Melissa – Rock and Drool
Mishi – Secret Agent Mama
Nic – Red Lotus Mama
Diane – Momo Fali
Rachel – A Southern Fairytale
Sarah –
Sarahndipitea
Tara – If Mom Says OK
Weaselmomma – World of Weasels

But by the whole internet over and over…
Special thanks to the ladies who worked with me to Pick Up Piper. You all amaze me and warm my heart.

Please sign Mr. Linky if you posted the video or were in it. I’m sure Piper would love it.


 

I hate blog posts about blogging but that’s exactly what this is.

November 7, 2009 by Miss


I’m sure now more than ever that Twitter has officially killed more people’s blogs than we would care to admit. I’m guilty of this. I can name a few other people who might be too. If not Twitter, than other platforms of microblogging and social media (Tumblr, Facebook)(me=guilty, guilty). These sites make it far more easier to get our point across without ever actually having to DO something. Or, for that matter, THINK.

I don’t think I’ve ever been one to blog my day to day. Not that I knock anyone that does that, its just not my thing. But sometimes, it can’t be that bad right? If I was a better writer, I might be able to make my day to day more interesting. I’m just not. I’ve been struggling to find where I belong in this blogosphere. (gah, I’ve had this conversation before. I know it. It rings so familiar.) Do you think that Twitter et al has killed commenting too? I’ve seen a big drop in it. (I aslo in part blame NaBloPoMo, I mean seriously, who has the time?) But when it isn’t the month of November, and if I was a daily writer, would my comments continue to be as low? I don’t know. Are we becoming lazy bloggers?

Instead of things like NaBloPoMo, should we have national blog commenting month? Would that just create the problem that a lot of people (myself included) of feeling like they have to force comments once in awhile? I mean, I would rather have a genuine comment than a forced comment but how can we really tell the difference? I know the difference of the comments I leave but I would never want the blogger to know that I forced myself to leave a comment on their blog. That’s bad form.

Sigh.

I don’t know where we go from here.

I’ve attempted (its a slow process) to cut back on my twitter time. Baseball season being over has really helped. (Apologies to those that hate it, I know you’re out there but far to kind to me to mention it. Or unfollow.) I’ve tried to devote more time to commenting. Obviously doing NaBloPoMo has tested my writing skills, and lack there of, to see if I can finish this year. I know there is a big argument for some, those that love to say “turn off the computer and go outside!” yeah ok ok sure that’s all well and good but this is 2009. A good chunk of my friends live in here. My boyfriend is 3,000 effing miles away. I need my computer. It eases a lot of the challenge of being in contact. And I like it.

Yup. I said it. I like being connected. I love technology. I love that the internet teaches me things every day and keeps me informed. The people on these crazy WWWs crack me up and blow me away with their creativity.  And it lets me blow my guy a kiss every night before we go to bed. That fact alone makes most of it worthwhile, least until I can actually kiss him goodnight every night. Until then…. we have this.

So what’s next? Is blogging a fad? Is twitter? It’s going to end up somewhere and we’ll probably all slowly adapt to the change as it happens. I mean, if you are a twitter user, were you one a year and a half ago? I was a user but not as heavy as now and I didn’t even see it getting as big as it is until now.

Sigh. I don’t know. I know I hate blog posts about blogging but whatever, you read it all the way through so I guess there’s that.

What do you think?

(I also hate posts that end with an open question. But there it is.)


 

The One About the Mommy Wars

October 15, 2009 by Miss


I’ve been repeating in my head, over and over, “stay out of it. Just stay out of it. Leave it alone. It’s not your fight.” I’ve tried biting my tongue. But damn it, that shit hurts after awhile and I have to say something.

Seriously parents? We need to stop fighting each other.

Moms, I’m looking at you specifically. (Is there daddy blogging drama? Is that like a whole other world I’m not aware of because I don’t have a penis? Or do they just get along BECAUSE they have a penis? I’m not sure.)

Anyways. So this weeks battle is Stay at home moms vs working moms. Oh, but not working moms who don’t have a choice, who NEED their jobs to support their kids. Those bitches be ok. No, this is the working moms who work because they want to. These are the moms who have no problem abandoning their children for jobs.

Did I get that right? I sure hope so.

Please tell me that my readers, my friends, are intelligent enough to see that this is total bullshit right? I mean, this is creating a fight when there isn’t a fight to be had. This is one person’s ignorant opinion, someone who feels they have the right to judge other people with no remorse. And then they get to go on TV for it. And then a bunch of people watch it and say that this person is sticking up for stay at home moms. Uh, what? No. That is not what is happening. At all.

This is an attack. Just an attack to attack and to have fun attacking.

Because that is what some people do. They enjoy the short lived, attention seeking need that is fulfilled by people tweeting about it and writing posts about it. *ahem* They pull the “you don’t have to agree with me card” with an air of superiority and flit on to the next thing they want to poke with a stick.

When is this going to end? It’s hard enough being a parent. Why must we attack each others decisions in life when it comes to raising our kids, or making choices that are going to effect them? Who the hell do we think we are to pass judgement on each other?

It. Needs. To. Stop.

We need to stop acting like the opinions of people who live their life making money off of their hate, is important to any of us. Because it isn’t. But the fall out of these words are.

I work full time. I work full time because I have to. My job is my income. 100%. I receive no money from my son’s dad, as that is our agreement right now. And it should be because we co-parent 100% of the time. I make no money off of this blog with the ONE exception of the SexIs ad, that of which I received a one time payment for having it up for a couple of months. I don’t run ads and I don’t write paid reviews. I don’t work for any other online publications. My 8-4:30 job is my income.

Would I like to stay home? Hell yes I would. But obviously I can’t. Oh, but I don’t fall into this catagory of working moms that we are mad at do I?

Let’s examine that working mom we are supposed to hate shall we? She’s probably married otherwise how else would she be able to work without needing to? Work is her hobby? She decided to leave her kids with a babysitter, or in daycare so that she can pursue a career.

*gasp* How selfish!

No. No, no, no. If she wants to work, then that is HER choice. I especially support that if her kids are in school. One of my close blogging friends has been itching to get back to work and if she did that tomorrow, she would have to put one of her kids in daycare. Does that bother her? A little. What bothers her more is the fact that she is crawling out of her skin a bit to get out and DO something. “Oh but isn’t being a good wife and mother enough?” Fuck that noise. It might be for some, but it doesn’t have to be for all. Some people are programed that way. Should we punish them and bash them in an open forum?

No. Never. Because we are human beings and we should treat each other with respect.

But how easily do we forget that? When we have all the free space to run our mouths, we often forget to be decent with each other.

In the case of my friend, I think it would make her an even better mother and wife and person to be able to do something she enjoys. For some of us, going home after a long day at work is how we unwind. For others, that might be GOING to do work that they enjoy.

We certainly should not judge one another for it.

I often wonder what goes through the minds of people who openly judge other people for choosing to work. I try and define what their definition of a working mom is. Is it someone who goes to an office type setting, somewhere that requires them to leave the house for a set amount of time, earning money for the services they perform?

Then what, someone please explain, is the job description of the stay at home mom who is constantly on twitter? Or maybe at a different conference every other weekend? How about filling their days with blogging events, meet ups, running contests, promoting this, that or the other? Is that not work? Your children are home with you? Are they going out for martini’s at that meet-up in the city? What are your kids doing while you are doing this work? Do you consider yourself a working mom? Would you hire a nanny or the like to give yourself free time to do this kind of stuff?

(FYI, I happen to know and love a lot of people who live and work like this. I respect them. I’m just curious what they consider themselves in this so called battle.)

I have no idea why some people work. Honestly, I don’t really care. Unless you’re going to share some of that cash money with me, I don’t give a shit. Do what you have to do people.

Just stop being so fucking mean to each other.

Bitches, I swear. This is why it’s proven that in any capacity, women cannot get along. Isn’t it time to end that? We won’t because some people still like to be the Mean Girls. The Internet to them is just a solid reminder of how they peaked in high school and now have another way to attack those they see as weak.

We ought to seriously consider putting a stop to it.

But then what would we have to write about?


 

The one about ErinPalooza

September 14, 2009 by Miss


What happens when QueenofSpain has a shitty month?

ErinPalooza 2009.

Rumor has it that Erin just wanted to have a little get together. She says that she wanted to BBQ and invite a few people over. But as most things do, anything Erin does, she does all the way. So a Facebook event was made. She announced it to her 15,000+ followers on twitter. And… as they say… “If you build it, they will come.”

Or, in this case, if you offer up sandwiches, a pool, and a keg, they will come:

Drink cups will be made by the only one of us talented enough to be creative:

So much Patron will be drank, that another trip to BevMo becomes necessary:

People will come from far and wide, from San Diego, the San Gabriel Valley, coastal towns, and even as far as Canada, just to experience ErinPalooza.

Food will be brought and shared amongst friends:

You know the night was a good one when all the party people are pool side, feet in the water, some pushed in, some thrown in, and some… naked.

Now that I have no photos of. Sorry. If you want to see naked ass, I guess you better come to next years ErinPalooza.

There’s going to be a next year right Erin? Please say yes.

This party was a blast. I got to meet new fun bloggers, and see good friends again, too many to list. The whole Flickr set is here if you are interested. And you know you are.


 

The One About My Addiction

August 27, 2009 by Miss


So I have this problem. I’m not afraid to talk about it here, since we’re all friends right? I’m not ashamed of my addiction and I guess that’s part of why I’m blogging about it.

I’m addicted to my phone.

It happens, you know? Before, it wasn’t so bad. But see last year, I had jury duty and while I was stuck in an LA courtroom for a week and a half, I didn’t have much to do other than text. Text friends, text twitter updates, DM (which also count as text messages.) When I got my bill after that, I had gone over my text limit by 500 text messages.

Look, I’m not proud of that. I fixed it by getting unlimited text messaging on my phone so I wouldn’t feel that shame again. Looking at my last bill, I had about 2,000+ text messages. I don’t talk on the phone much ok? It’s either text or gchat. The most talking on the phone I do is to New York and he’s on my Friends and Family plan. Thank you Verizon.

It’s obvious I have a problem. I noticed it when all my son ever seems to say is that “my mom loves to text.” I have three Twitter apps on my phone, just in case one doesn’t work. Same goes from browser apps. I have a sports score app. I have an app to look up movie times. I have two internet radio apps. I didn’t think it was that bad until I got home from Chicago. And in almost every picture of me, I have my phone in hand.

Such as. Oh and here. Yup. Phooooone.

Observe:


Phone in my right hand


See it?


In hand… I can’t even put it in my purse…

In hand again. Even a cheeseburger bag couldn’t stop me. Since I had other (yet not so bad) addicts with me, we coined a new phrase, “We need to go charge” and we would spend a good 30 minutes trying to recharge our phone batteries before heading back out for the night. When I went to the Suave party with Nic and Maria, I made them sit in the corner, near a plug, so that I could charge my phone. I wish I was joking.


In fact, I think I have it in hand here. Drink in one hand, phone in the other. It was plugged in here.

So needless to say, I’m a phone addict. A phone whore if you will. I love my Black Berry and have gotten in a few squabbles over it being better than the iPhone. Lets not get into it here though. *cough*blackberry’srule.iPhone’sdrool*cough* Truth be told, if I didn’t hate AT&T with the passion of a thousand suns, I might totally want an iPhone because dude, there is SO an app for that. An app for what you ask? An app for EVERYTHING. If Steve Jobs wasn’t a total idiot (obviously) he would have made that phone available to all carriers and then we wouldn’t even be having this conversation because everyone and their mothers would have iPhones. Except fingerprints on my screen still skeeve me out just a bit so that might be the only thing to stop me.

Anyways. Where did I just go there? Moving on… I’ve been jonesing over the new BlackBerry Tour. Like, major OMG I gotta have it swooning here. I even played with it at the Verizon store the other day and that sucker is SLEEK. I need one. In the worse way. What I don’t need is the price tag to go with it. I AM saving for my trip to New York in the fall and pennies are being pinched all the time anyways because, well, I don’t get paid nearly enough. So my lust, it must be put on the backburner.

For now.

BTW, I’m going on Tour with The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly Reviews.
Check it out eh?


 

The One About Blogher09

July 17, 2009 by Miss


I am very, very much looking forward to BlogHer.

But fuck, I will be so glad when it’s over.

I don’t know when this conference (for some) and vacation (for most) and opportunity to meet people we all wish we had coffee with everyday (for all), became the next big fucking orgy but I’m just about over all of that. Sure it’s cute at the beginning. Now? Over it. Not “above” it, just over it.

People try too hard.

Oh goodness, with the trying too hard. I see it every. single. day. I see the ass kissing. I see the “teehee we have a secret reallysuperclose frienship and reallyfunny(nooneactuallygivesashit) inside jokes but we’re going to just make all of you feel stupid about it by tweeting nonsense sentences that mean something to one person who may or may not be seeing it but lets confuse the fuck out of the rest of you and hope that you envy us and our super duper awesome and exclusive only to us” bullshit.

Over that too.

Lest I be called a hypocrite, I’ve probably been guilty of this at least once. I never said I was perfect, just almost. And probably a little more than you. But either way.

~ Exclusive Blogher parties? Are stupid. I only know of one (Nikon party. Which, holy fuck I wish I had an invite to it because I have a love affair with my Nikon but what do they care? I’m just a CONSUMER. *cough*) and I think it alienates people when companies do that. Go for the RSVP, first come, first serve type shit. You snooze, you lose. Or even better, get a fucking booth and show your shit off to a hell of a lot more people, some of which might actually have money to afford your product. Because I don’t. But I want to look at the pretty new stuff tooooooo. And dream. Oh, the Nikon wet dreams….(btw, I don’t really need you to explain the purpose of an exclusive party. I’m not a child or an idiot. kthanxbai)

~ Hi. I’m Miss. I write this blog. I want to meet you. Yeah, you, reading. I want to meet you. I want you to say “hi. I’m *fill in the blank*. I read your blog. I follow you on twitter (but you don’t follow me you bitch)(I’ll follow back right then and there, technology lets me, promise).” Give me your card, or a scrap of paper with your URL. No, I don’t want your fucking sponsor’s card. Get that BS outta my face. You want to take a shot? Let’s do it. Pictures? Fo Sho.

~ I’m going to BlogHer to meet people. To cement certain friendships that I hope stay in my life forever. Confirm things I’m learning and have been learning in the last few weeks. There are two “conference” things I really want to see. I want some free shit. Most of all, I want to have a good time. I don’t want drama. I want laughter. Any situation that becomes complicated, or maybe if there’s an awkward moment when something that maybe should have been mentioned a week before but wasn’t and now its happening and whoops —- ah. Stop right there. I’m walking away. All that shit? You’ll be talking to my back because I don’t care now that it’s happening, now that you’re having your freak out moment or even lack of. We should probably just carefully pass one another and not say much. Because I’ll probably end up out smarting you with my words and no one wants that. I sure don’t. I hate drama. Drama is for people with uninteresting lives, looking for an excuse to feel important for even a minute.

~ Oh hey guess what? I’m packing skirts. And sundresses. And maybe 1 sexy dress. And threadless tees. Tank tops. And jeans. And sandals. And shoes that make my legs look good. I’m also getting a manicure/pedicure/and wax on Tuesday and a trim on Wednesday. Why? Not for you bitches. For me. Because I like to wear clothes I feel comfortable in. I like to have neat eyebrows. I like to have bangs that don’t hang in my eyes. I practically need my nails done to function and one of my toe nails has a chip and it makes me fucking crazy to look at. I feel better when I take care of myself and just because I’m not wearing sweatpants all weekend does not make me worried about what other people think of me. If you wanna wear sweatpants, then rock the fucking sweatpants. If you wanna wear designer shit, knock yourself out. Guess what? I can’t tell the difference. I care little about what you’re wearing, except if you mix florals with like verticle stripes or something. Then you’re hurting my eyes and you need to GTFO. Believe me, I’ll be the first to tell you that you look pretty.

Yeah yeah. I’m a bitch. But at least I’m an honest bitch.

And I really can’t wait until Thursday. I just want the weekend to go the way I want it to, with a lot of good memories and even better and new friendships.

Let’s go with the flow. Let’s enjoy each other. Have some fun.

Bring it on Chicago. Let’s do this.


 

Someone asked me 5 Questions

January 11, 2009 by Miss


And she is HAWT. Don’t be jealous… she just loves me. Because I send her lots of naughty pictures.

Or is that the other way around? Meh. Either way.

Here we go.

1. You’ve got to choose between public sex where it’s almost guaranteed you’ll get caught, or guaranteed no sex for three months, what do you do?

Please tell me you caught the key word here. ALMOST. Regardless of almost getting caught or not, I would choose sex over none at all at any given time. I mean, I’m not sure how public Zoeyjane is referring to… like a church? *shrug* Either way, I’m pretty down. Plus, when I need to get some, I don’t really let something silly like logistics or location get in the way.

2. If you could be anything when you grow up, what would it be?

Self sufficient. I mean, I work now and I make my own money but I would LOVE to not have to rely on a company that I feel I have no future in. I want to earn my money and know that it’s coming from something that I have earned because I loved doing whatever I did to earn it.

3. What do you want your life to look like in 3 years?

This is such a loaded question. I want the basics. In love. Question number 2 to be in effect or well on it’s way. Maybe in a place where I am considering another child. Really, ultimately, I want to be happy. I’d love to share that with someone special, but either way, I’ll still be doing the best I can at whatever I’m doing.

4. Next three books you plan to read?

New Moon (2nd Twilight book) AGAIN, Memoirs of a Geisha, and… ____________. I don’t know the third. Leave me your best recommendation? (No Jodi Picoult ladies. I’ve read them all.) Thanks!

5. What song is guaranteed to make you cry? Horny? Mad?

This really isn’t fair because music is one of the most important things in my life. I mean, I could write a whole post based on this questions. One of the songs that has been making me cry lately is James Morrison’s You Make It Real. I’m planning on writing a music post for it so I wont say much more. In high school, a song that used to get me turned on like crazy was Ana’s Song by Silverchair. I KNOW what the fucking song is about. I have no idea why that song used to get me worked up but one of my ex’s used to benefit every time it came on. I”m messed up in the head obviously. Meh. I’m stopping here.

So THAT was easy blogging. Thanks ZJ!

If you want to get in on this, I’m taking the first 5 people to ask to be interviewed. And if you come in after the first 5 and can offer me something really good, then I’ll interview you. See the beginning of this post for bribes that work.


 

A Slacker of Epic Proportions

January 2, 2009 by Miss


That’s me. I am a slacker slash procrastinator like you wouldn’t believe.

You want proof? I was tagged for a meme.

By five separate bloggers.

Kim at Jogging in Circles, DaddyJoe at Daddy Dorkus, and Colleen at Mommy Always Wins all tagged me for that meme where you take a picture of yourself RIGHT NOW and post it. RedLotusMama THOUGHT about tagging me and was bummed that Colleen beat her too it. Also, the lovely Lolita of ModernMom.com tagged me this morning. What the hell did I do to piss off five people so much that they would be SO cruel to me?

WHATEVER. To all five of you.

Here goes:

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How frightening. That’s what you get.

Everyone in the damn blogosphere has been tagged by now so I’m not tagging anyone for this.

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Waaaay back at the beginning of December, my friend Lynette at My So Called Life did a little meme and asked if people would want to participate. I must have been high at the time and I volunteered. I have to list 10 of my favorite things but with a twist. They have to start with a certain letter. That she got to give me.

She gave me the letter P. She thinks she’s funny.

Oh and I’m only doing 5. BECAUSE. I. CAN.

  1. Pockets - Think about it. Pockets are SO useful. Things most commonly found in my pockets: keys, my phone, a lighter, those Music Pick of The Week cards they give out at Starbucks, and my credit card. Don’t fucking lie, you know pockets are the shit.
  2. Potato Soup – As my lovely girls know, I love me some creamy, thick…. soup. And potato is  pretty damn tasty. I prefer clam chowder, but that starts with a C, which would therefore defeat the purpose of this meme.
  3. Pasadena - Specifically Colorado Blvd. Seriously? That street is the shit. It has soooo much good stuff on it. In-N-Out. Yang Chow’s. Lush. Ruth’s Chris (where *ahem* I am still yet to go. Do you know how badly I want to? DO YOU?). Target. Yogurt shops for days. It’s a pretty fucking awesome street. Boulevard? WTF I dunno. Honestly, the first place I’m looking for my apartment this year is in Pasadena. Then that place will be even that much MORE cool.
  4. Panera - Honestly, what’s not to like? More soup, the Sierra Turkey sandwich on Asiago Bread which is just YUM and a half, and FREE Wireless Internet. I ask you again, what is not to like??
  5. Penis - Now, Lynette knew I would go here. YOU must have known I was going to go here. I mean, would this list, written by me, be complete without me saying that penis is one of my favorite P things?? I know some people may not agree, but penis is just fabulous. There are so many things you can do with it. And so many things it can do for you! I really feel like a good penis is a gift that keeps on giving.

All you people who tagged me for that damn photo thing? CONSIDER THIS ME TAGGING YO ASS. Your letter? Whatever your first name starts with. Bitches.

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Alright. Since I just said penis 4 (hey! Make that 5!) times in this post, let me show you what Colleen gave me! (Oh, go over there and check out her fab new layout.)

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It’s a cute little lemonade stand! That I’m supposed to give to 10 people who have blogs that show attitude or gratitude. Honestly, I cant specifically pinpoint any of my friends who deserve this more than another. So if you leave me a comment on this ridiculous post, go ahead and nab this bad boy for your own blog. Because you are da shit.

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One last thing… I honestly cannot believe that I’ve decided to do this. Peer pressure, it’s quite the bitch. I joined The Modern Mom Challenge for a Fantastic Year and a Fantastic Me. I know that I’m already pretty fucking fantastic, so really I’m just doing it to get a better looking ass. I’m not going to lie ok? If you want to feel better, look better, and just BE better this year, go join me. You set your own goals, your own deadlines, and meet new people and have fun with it at the same time. Nothing wrong with that right?

So I’m trying to cure my slacker skillz and catching up with things that were assigned to me. New Year, new me?

Why not.


 

7 Things

November 25, 2008 by Miss


So what do you do when NaBloMe is almost over and you are just about out of things to talk about?

Well first, you drink wine. 3 glasses to be exact.

Then, you watch an episode of The Soprano’s because procrastination is your best friend.

After, you take the easy way out and do a meme.

Colleen at Mommy Always Wins tagged me for the 7 things meme. Maybe she saw that I was running out of steam here. I dunno. Whatever it was, I’m thankful tonight.

  1. Whenever I take a shower and wash my hair, I collect the hair that falls out on the shower wall. If I didn’t do this, my drain would clog in a week. I know this because it’s happened to me before. I seriously loose hair like CRAZY. It gets everywhere. I’ve even picked it off people.
  2. No matter where I am, I always have my iPod with me. It’s in my purse at all times and the only time it’s not playing when I am in the car, is when I am listening to my FM Talk in the morning.
  3. Yea, I listen to FM talk. On the weekdays only. Adam Carolla every morning and Frosty, Heidi, and Frank when I go to lunch. I laugh my ass off listening to them.
  4. I haven’t mentioned it here, but I’ll be on a “temporary layoff” for the month of December. My BFF from work is going to Africa, leaving me here to drink myself stupid for a month. If you wanna hang, let me know.
  5. One thing I am wanting to do is get my ass to the gym. Because I have free time. And if I lay around in bed for a month, alone at least, I’m not going to get any exercise. And I totally have a membership to 24 Hour Fitness that I don’t use.
  6. I’ve noticed that if I sleep too much, I get a mean hangover-like headache. Too much is going to bed anytime before midnight and/or waking up anytime after 9am. I’m like my mom I suppose.
  7. Givin’ this one to my kid – He’s 7 and he loves stuffed animals. From where I am sitting right now, I can see a snake, a penguin, a dog, a rhino, and his new elephant who wears a red shirt and Chucks.

Wellll. That only took me an hour. Wine slows down my brain, I guess. Even slower than it usually is. SCARY. I’m tagging whoever is doing NaBloMe and is feelin’ the burn like me.


 

What's it called when you pimp yourself?

November 10, 2008 by Miss


I’m not really sure but then again, I’m not only pimping myself. I’m pimping the best damn photoblog on the interwebs.

Just One Look

Whuzzat? You mean you’ve never heard of it? Well shame on me for not whoring it out sooner. If you look to the right, you will see a feed with the three most current posts. The great thing about this blog, and lucky enough for you, it’s just not my photos on there. I’m lucky to share that site with some really kick ass photographers. I’m not even joking.

Go here and check out who’s sharing their snaps. It’s ok, I’ll wait…

… … … … back?

Yea, freaking awesome right? Did you check out the archive? Nice little set of thumbnails there.

In all honesty, I’m incredibly proud of this blog. I’m always getting sucked into Flickr by beautiful photos. Now I can go to one place and see some of the most talented photographers I”ve ever seen all in one place.

I love all our contributors. Every singe one. But I am always looking for more people who want to share the blog with us. If you are thinking about it, and are intimated by talent, don’t be. I mean, I put my pictures up there. And we aren’t about that anyways. We are about sharing our favorite photos in one place. Even if you don’t think you are good, send me some photos and let everyone else be the judge. I mean, people like my photos. And yea, they aren’t anything compared to what other people see through a lens.

If you are interested, please email me at justonelookphotos@hotmail.com.

I’m hoping to hear from you. And I hope you enjoy our photoblog.

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