Mother In Law Forwards

Thanks for the guest post by Jonathan Curtis I seriously feel like calling my Mother In Law and telling her (politely, of course), that we did not get clear internet lynn so that she could forward us every single ridiculous, bogus forward she comes across. I swear, if I get another chain email from that woman telling me how I am the rainbow in her life, and how I need to forward it on to all my friends or I’m not a nice person, I am going to lose it. I check my email, and it says I have 10 new messages. Okay, then. Only, 7 of them are forwards from my Mother In Law! I’m not even kidding. 3 are jokes, 2 are cautionary tales that were proven to be urban legends years ago, and 2 are lovey dovey pictures of animals and babies. Grrr! Delete, Delete, Delete. What’s worse is, every time I see her, she always asks what I thought of that joke, or that picture, or that quote. I’m like, oh, yeah, it was great. My goodness! It is crazy.

Retiring to Arizona

Guest written by our friend Trent Horton When my parents decided to retire and move to Arizona I was excited for them. I was a little sad that they wouldn’t be living close to me anymore, but I knew they were making a good decision for themselves. I didn’t get to spend that much time with them anyways, since I am always at work, and live on the other side of town. The only problem was that they hadn’t moved in over 30 years, and had no idea where to start with planning their move. I told them I would help them take care of things, so I got straight to work. I found them some good movers, and once that was done I got their utilities set up for the day they were scheduled to arrive. Then I searched direct tv scottsdale to make sure my dad wouldn’t have to go without his precious TV for an extended period of time. Since I wouldn’t be there to help get them settled in, I feel good knowing that I have helped them out. I know they will love their new place, and fit in just fine.

To Anonymous

Since I took such a long break from blogging, I knew that probably no one was reading this blog anymore. So I took it as an opportunity to sell out and make money.

Glad someone took the time to comment, though, to call me a sell out, because it lets me know I still have readers.  Anonymous comments are kinda hard to swallow, but I actually kinda like being called out.  Keeps me ticking.  So to all of you silent readers out there:  comment!  It's easy to use obscure link-ups as a conveyor belt to paypal accounts.  But if I know that I actually am writing to an audience I'll have a little more substance.  But I can't promise no link-ups (because I love $30 in my paypal every 8 weeks.)

Vain

I'm a laser hair removal sorta gal.  But have you ever considered Botox?  I've learned the hard way in "never saying never."  They offer Botox injections at the Cosmetic Clinic in Port Melbourne.  Offer me a Groupon for Laser Hair Removal, and I'm all over it.  Offer me Botox and I'll decline if for no other reason than I'm just 25.

Can't say I'm too young for crow's feet and frown lines, though.  (Did you know it takes like a third of facial muscles to smile than to frown?  Being sad is hard.)  I don't think I have forehead wrinkles or smoker's wrinkles.  I'm sure by the time I've lasered my body I'll be ready for injections.  Ahh my life of vanity (not).

But speaking of which.  How much do you love Nars products!?  I just might wear makeup everyday from now on.

This post sponsored by Dr. Tass.  Not to be confused with Dr. Ass, which is what I first read upon going to their website.