You’re kind of a loser.

So I got these comments on my blog posts and I approved them because I thought they were silly.

The first of which was on my blog post odd.

“hey sexy wanna make out on my coach melahmelahama”

Um, no thank you “sara”. And whatever “melahmelahama” means… no to that too.  

The next was on the very same blog post.

“i want you.”

I got the picture the first time “sara”.

The next one was on my new blog post about my polaroids:

“i want you Jeniffer have sex with me”

I’m not exactly sure who “Jeniffer” is… but if they were trying to refer to my sister Jennifer, who is no where in that blog post… sorry she’s taken. Oh and they changed their name to “James” for that comment but had the same email. Tricky.

The next comment was on that same post.

“i want you kimberly have sex with me”

Now they said my name. But still changed their name to “James” while keeping the same email.

I’m guessing this was just someone really bored and felt like this was as great as prank calling or something. It’s not… it’s just weird and makes you look like a creep.

Just so you know “James” or “Sara”

(Oh and next time I just won’t approve your comment, feel lucky you were approved this time.)

New headbands on the shop!

Check em out! I kind of like them.

Bebe Adore.

Three wolves.

Wow… Rachel showed this to me at work today, and I don’t know what is more awesome, this shirt- or the reviews on it.

Here is a sample review:

“This item has wolves on it which makes it intrinsically sweet and worth 5 stars by itself, but once I tried it on, that’s when the magic happened. After checking to ensure that the shirt would properly cover my girth, I walked from my trailer to Wal-mart with the shirt on and was immediately approached by women. The women knew from the wolves on my shirt that I, like a wolf, am a mysterious loner who knows how to ‘howl at the moon’ from time to time (if you catch my drift!). The women that approached me wanted to know if I would be their boyfriend and/or give them money for something they called mehth. I told them no, because they didn’t have enough teeth, and frankly a man with a wolf-shirt shouldn’t settle for the first thing that comes to him.

I arrived at Wal-mart, mounted my courtesy-scooter (walking is such a drag!) sitting side saddle so that my wolves would show. While I was browsing tube socks, I could hear aroused asthmatic breathing behind me. I turned around to see a slightly sweaty dream in sweatpants and flip-flops standing there. She told me she liked the wolves on my shirt, I told her I wanted to howl at her moon. She offered me a swig from her mountain dew, and I drove my scooter, with her shuffling along side out the door and into the rest of our lives. Thank you wolf shirt.

Pros: Fits my girthy frame, has wolves on it, attracts women
Cons: Only 3 wolves (could probably use a few more on the ‘guns’), cannot see wolves when sitting with arms crossed, wolves would have been better if they glowed in the dark.”

AWESOME.

Click the link… read the reviews… you won’t regret it.

(picture from amazon)

Wicked Witch of the P.O.

Everyday Rachel and I go to the Post Office about three times. The first time is at 9 A.M. to get the morning mail from the business PO box. Then we go again around 11:30ish, depending on the day and amount of bills. Then we finally go again at 4:45ish to deliver the P.M. mail.

Because of our frequent visits the people at the post office have come to know us and most of them are pretty nice…. except one lady.

This woman is the rudest lady I’ve ever met, I think. She has her nose pierced which seems to be really out of character for someone like her. She’s pretty tall and has really broad shoulders… almost like a man.

She’s ridiculously bitter. She always says something mean and is really abrupt.

One time there was quite a line… about 5 people and only her at the cashier position, we were second in line and the woman in line in front of us had set her packages and envelopes down on the line “island” table that was in front of us.

The witch was done helping the current customer and the woman in front of us started to grab her belongings. As she did, the witch yelled “NEXT!” like she wasn’t going fast enough.

Then one time an old old woman came in to buy/pay a PO box fee. The old woman was paying in cash and had only 20s. The witch was completely rude to her and asked her if she had anything closer to the dollar amount. The old woman apologized and said no, she asked if she should go to the bank and come back. The witch told her no very abruptly and gave her the change.

It just amazes me how rude this woman is! I always forget that I want to glare at her once I get up there and smile… but man oh man, someday I want to just tell her she’s the rudest lady I’ve ever met.

We had our first sale!!

Be sure to check out Bebe Adore!

I was hiding under your porch, because I love you.

As some of you may know, the quote above is from Up, which Tristan and I saw while I was down south. Such a good movie! And that’s my absolute favorite quote.

I hope you all had a fantastic 4th of July… I definitely did. As I said, I went down to see my boy in Bend and we had such a good time just going around taking holgas and laying in grassy parks.

I took some polaroids of boyfriend and I! I love the way they turned out… once again thank you Jessica!

Here is the results

He’s pretty handsome.

Join the giveaway!

I’m sure you’re interested in winning one of these:

I sure am! Click this link to see the rules!

Kathy, Paris, and Brooke- Oh my!

Today on my lunch break I decided to go home to see my mom and what she had created for the shop.

When I got home, my plan had failed, my mom was not there and had taken her creations with her to Olympia to show Sister.

So I decided to sit down and see what was on tv. I automatically go to Bravo (channel 66) almost as a reflex these days when I turn on the tv. At noon today Kathy Griffin’s show, My Life On The D-List was on. I wasn’t thrilled to be honest, I had seen a couple episodes and thought it wasn’t the best. But out of options, I decided to tune in anyways. And I am soooo glad I did. It was HILARIOUS.

The episode I saw was season 5 episode 5, in which Kathy Griffin goes shopping with Paris Hilton in order to try and up her fame to the A-list.

First she had to find an outfit to wear with Paris Hilton shopping, and decided on this:

Then of course she had to bring her dog along in Paris Hilton fashion:

(Although her dog was not so mini, and didn’t fit under her arm)

Then after shopping the two decided to go lay by the pool:

And while all of this was going on, Kathy Griffin left her mother in charge of her facebook, or what her mother called it “facespace”. Her mother updated her status with things like “bananas on sale on trader joes”.

I must say, it was a hilarious situation, and I actually “laughed out loud” a couple times.

The other day a similar situation occured, I turned on Brooke Knows Best, fully knowing it probably wouldn’t be that interesting, but then was fully amused instead!

Brooke’s roommate and best friend and booked them a paid appearance on a yacht with this guy:

….that surprise surprise: turned out to be super creepy.

It got to the point where they chose to get off of the yacht in the Bahamas, find a random guy to sail them home, and jump into the water and swim to shore like illegal aliens.

Overall, I just wanted to say how pleased with trash tv I’ve been lately. Especially the Bravo network. I applaud them.

(All images from google images)

Updated.

We updated our shop again!

We put up some bibs and blankets! Check it out here: Bebe Adore

(She is too adorable for words!)

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xo!