New Book Covers. What’cha think?

Howdy! I sure hope everyone is having a great weekend!

So, I’ve never been a huge fan of my relationship books’ covers and I am excited to say that I finally get to see them updated. Woo hoo!!!

In an effort to keep them similar to what they were, but a bit more streamlined looking, they use the same graphics only with a different treatment.

I wanna know what you think. Is there anything that jumps out at you as horrific or do they look okay?

Thanks so much for any feedback. I really appreciate it! :)

Oh, and the back of the book is what’s on the left and the front cover is on the right. I’m sure you know that, but jut in case! :) XOXO

New Intimacy Book Cover 1-19-13

New Sex Book Cover 1-18-13

What the f*ck is up with Duck Face?

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Ladies, please believe me when I say that this ‘posing for pictures with a duck face’ phenomena is a load of horse shit. Can you please stop doing it? Please? I’ll give you a dollar.

The first time I noticed this “trend” is when a friend of mine’s daughter posted one on FB a few years ago. It was kinda cute and silly, but certainly didn’t show her off to be the stunningly gorgeous girl she is. Now, don’t get me wrong. God knows I’ve posted horrifyingly ridiculous pics of my own face here and on FB–I’m not against looking like a freak/weirdo/whackadoo in a picture. They’d be boring if they all looked the same. But over the last few years I see more and more often that young girls in particular always take these self portraits while dressed in bootie shorts, too-tight half-shirts and donning a duck face. Why, I beg of you…why?

I can’t quite figure out why anyone (in most cases) would think duck face is sexy, hot, pretty, etc… (Oh my God. Epiphany here. I’ve just turned into my mother yelling at me to get my hair outta my face. I guess there’s a different mom reprimand with each generation. Good grief. Now I’m going to need therapy.)

Okay, back to duck face. Below is a random sampling of duck face pics I pulled off of Google images. I chopped off the tops of their heads so that no one would be identifiable, though I’m sure all these ladies are lovely and delightful when normal-faced–which is just one more reason I don’t understand duck face. Can anyone tell me why this is the only way to take a picture nowadays if you are under the age of 30?

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Just to show that I’m no hypocrite, here are several of me with my own duck face, and even one with Grant, (thought they were mostly taken before the duck face phenomena became rampant and I had a specific reason for intentionally looking like an ass in each one!). ;)

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Good grief…why am I sooooooooo white in that one pic?

Okay, I’m now done with my first rant of the new year, quickly written on my lunch break while scarfing pizza. Whew! :)

Because I wanna! I LOVE OWLIES!!!

Okay, so I’ve been a ranting lunatic lately. I know, I know. In an effort to not seem like I’ve gone completely bonkers, I’m going to do a sweet post about furry things that I like.

I didn’t take any of these pics, I procured them from around the web (hope that’s okay!). But they were just so adorable and made me smile, so I thought I’d share them with you. All these little furry baby owlies remind me of the picture of the furry chicken I took and posted several months ago. You guys remember him? It was hard to even tell he was a chicken. I love him.

Enjoy the cuteness!

No, oscifer. I haven’t had anything to drink today. (Hiccup!)

Please don’t turn the oven on! I’ll be good from now on!

 

It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it. I swear.
How could something as tiny and precious as me have done that?
Love me?

 

What the hell IS that thing?
I can’t even tell if it’s real or a teddy bear. :)

I am so damn cute. You know I am. At first I hated my human for putting me in a hat.
An owl in a hat? What the hell? But then I looked in the mirror and yeah, I’m freaking adorable. Oh, and look at my tootsies. Tell me you’ve ever seen anything more edible? Nope, no you can’t.

Yes, minions. Bow before the Great and Powerful Owlie!
RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!

Yep, me and all my furry awesomeness are better than you will ever be!

Awwww…man. I am one hit too high.
Me too. Where are we? Wait. Did you say just say somethin’?

I hope you enjoyed Owlie Adventures! I wanna eat them all (in a non-eaty way of course)!!

Musings Of An Old Hag On Her Birthday

So, today I’m 42. Yep. 4. 2. How is that possible? Am I not still 16? 23? 31? I feel like I’m young. And really, it’s not like 42 is knocking on Death’s door. But it’s not 20–THANK GOD.

The great thing about my happy day is that I wouldn’t go back to being 20 for all the otters in Otterland. I mean that sincerely.

Here’s me at 20:

Here’s how I felt about everything:

  • Scared
  • Insecure
  • Worried
  • Unsure about who I should be
  • Unsure about who I was at the moment
  • People pleasing was a full-time job
  • Thought I had to be perfect all the time
  • Wanted everyone to like me

Here’s me at 42 (okay, 41 and 7 months as Christmas isn’t today):

Here’s how I feel about everything now:

  • At peace
  • Happy
  • Contented
  • Secure
  • Confident
  • Strong
  • Hopeful
  • Self-aware
  • Okay about aging gracefully
  • People pleasing is only a very small hobby
  • I don’t want to be perfect even 25% of the time
  • I prefer it when people like me (as I kick ass! ;) KIDDING!), but no longer let it bother me if they don’t

Man, that makes it seem like I’ve got everything figured out. I don’t. But I have a lot more figured out now than I did when I was 20.

Here are the things I’ve learned over the years:

  • I like who I am.
  • What other people think isn’t the most important thing in my life (it’s way down the list.)
  • I surround myself only with people that I love (or at least like a lot.)
  • I rarely allow myself to be pressured into anything (been there, done that.)
  • I am kind in every instance possible and still not mean even when provoked (though I can be QUITE firm when necessary.) :)
  • Too much pride and ego get you nowhere.
  • Judging other people because they have different beliefs is ridiculous. What is right for me may not be right for them, and that’s okay.
  • I’m introverted–yes, it’s true. I’m an INFJ for those of you who know what Myers Briggs is. Shocking, I know.
  • I don’t like any form of housework (as you all well know!)
  • I let people take care of me sometimes–I don’t have to be superwoman 100% of the time.
  • I regret nothing, even the screwed up crap that about killed me at the time. It doesn’t change anything and all roads led me to here.

The difference between 20 and 42 isn’t just 22 years, it’s a lifetime. I am so very thankful for all the wonderful people and things in my life. My husband, family and friends are so very dear to me. I am also very thankful for my new blogging family. I am stunned beyond measure just how many of you wonderful people I interact with daily and I’m so very happy I met you guys! Have a very blessed day and life!