'Cuz I Felt Like It!

After last Saturday's shoot with Jenn of BlondeShot Creative , I think I've decided to become a professional pin up model instead of moving to Hollywood to pursue an actin' career. I mean I'm a natural. You've seen the photos . Like I said before, I have a lot of friends/acquaintances who are models and I think I've learned a quite a bit from lookin' at their photos. Why do girls model? Boys....they want to be looked at by boys. That's why girl's do it. I mean that's why I'm gonna do it anyways. You saw my skills in all the other photos . I got MAD modelin' skills. Look at this one......I'm all sexy and shit hangin' out on the trunk of the Comet. It looks as if the top portion of my body was simply placed on the trunk of my car.....and I look totally content with that. I mean, if I were just a torso, I would be freakin' the fuck out, but like I said...I got mad skills...you can't see that I'm really freakin' out o...

I may have recently mentioned that I was in Halloween 2 .....three times. THREE TIMES!!! Why else would I be in that movie THREE times unless Rob Zombie thought I had some stellar actin' skills? Right? I had decided because of my stellar actin' skills, I was gonna move to Hollywood because I knew the movie rolls were gonna start comin' in at any minute and I'd certainly need an agent. Well, the plans to move have been sidetracked because I have kids and Hollywood ain't no town for kids. I figure I'm so awesome in Halloween 2 that all the movie producers, directors and agents will come to me no matter where I am. ....and I was totally right. Last week I was contacted by Jenn at BlondeShot Creative . She said as soon as she saw me in the movie she KNEW she had to do a shoot with me so she started her search for me immediately and after an exhausting six weeks, she had found me. She said my talent eclipsed any she had seen before.....that there was so much feeling ...

I was sittin ' here just workin ' along then BAAAAM I hit a stupid wall. I'm pooped. Pooped totally. No more el worko for me-o. Can't do it. My eyes don't wanna stay open. I feel like barfing up my lunch. Not sure why, maybe because it would wake me up for a minute or maybe it's because I ate an onion sammich for lunch. I dunno. I think it's time to hang up my awesome party pants for a minute or two. I'm about partied out. This was the first Christmas that everything was at our house. All the shopping, all the preparation, all the cookin ' and cleanin ' and all with two kids that were outta school and ready for Santa. Well, one and a half kids, because the boy keeps himself entertained and stays behaved, but the girl she's a WHOLE nother story! She's like three kids all rolled into one...always attached to my hip. Right there always. There was Christmas Eve dinner, Christmas Lunch/Dinner. There was my parents, his par...

Saturday was my birthday and as hard as he tried, J couldn't keep the party a suprise. I knew when I left for the salon to get my hairs did that when I got home there would be people there and I could only hope my hair didn't look like ass when I got home. When I left the salon and headed back home, you could barely tell my hair had even been cut, it was kinda the wrong color red, there wasn't enough blonde and it was WAY frizzy. You should never leave a salon with rat ass lookin' hair, but I did....not that anyone ever sees me with anything but ratted out hair because of the crap humidity in Georgia, but still, I had hopes. It was nothing a litte gin wouldn't fix so I grabbed my drankin' cup and started. My b-fri from Texas couldn't make it so I drew a picture of her and carried her around with me most of the night. We ate cake together.... danced together and drank way too much together. She was even there with me when we all had a Journey sing-a-long. I...