because i think he's the cutest eva.

so there's this boy

who kinda stole my heart.

and he calls me

mom.

Friday's Shoegasm #79

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welcome to friday's shoegasm.

where a new shoe that i adore is featured every friday.

feel free to link up in the comments below.

enjoy.

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all you northern folks, please don't judge me by this post.

but us southern gals, we sure love our boots.

especially our cowboy boots paired with a cute dress.

currently, i only own 2 pairs.. so i'm slacking by southern standards. but always looking to add to my collection when the price is right.

the designs + colors are often what catches my eye...

like these... i adore. like really really want.

Source: sheplers.com via Terri on Pinterest

old gringo grace cowboy boots from sheplers.

oh my gosh, i seriously drool over these.

prices at $509.99 <~~yeah, that really hits the wallet.

but i bet they last for years + years.

are you a fan of cowboy boots? or would you never be caught in a pair?

happy friday, dolls!

xoxo.

gettin ink'd.

here shortly i will be getting my eighth tattoo.

yes, you read that right... eight.

i love love tattoos.

i'm the type of person that would totally get an entire back piece done if i thought i could pull it off. but i just don't think it'd look right on me.

all of the tattoos i have now are fairly small, and will not be seen by looking at me unless i choose for you too. that's what i love most about all of mine, they are all hidden, for the most part. 

for my next one, i am absolutely in love with the font on this tattoo.

so much so that i searched the web until i found the name + website to print out the entire font.

Source: welovetypography.com via Terri on Pinterest

isn't it soooo pretty? it's so me, i swear!

i'll be getting the words 'just breathe' tattoo'd on myself with this font. 

now i'm just trying to figure out my placement.

i've narrowed it down to these places.

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which place do you like best?

do you have any tattoos?

how many + where?

Wordless Wednesday: the funnies.

it's not wordless.. but is it ever, anyway?

allllll via pinterest.

these cards seriously make me laugh out loud.

please don't judge me, hahaha.

you know you're laughing too...

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Source: Uploaded by user via Terri on Pinterest

is it sad i have a board on pinterest just for these cards??

hahahaha..!!

what i like to call teen mom tuesday.

three.

the number of work days i have left this week before i get all dolled up in my sparkle eye shadow and dancing shoes in preparation for a fun night out with friends. oh yes, a fun time indeed.

two.

the number of monster zits that have taken up permanent residence on my face.

what the fawk zits?! don't you know i have a fun night out planned? {see above}

come on clear completion, get here before friday! 

four. 

the number of different face masks i have tried this week.

tonights mask is this one.

now do your job, face mask!

also, take not.. no wife beater. you are welcome.

sixty.

the number of minutes before the new epi of Teen Mom 2 comes on.

chelsea is my fav.

and despite most of the internet world, i heart her always unpredictable hair!

four.

the number of birthday parties/baby showers to attend in the next week.

i think i need to start stocking a gift closet so i don't have to run to the store a hundred times a month for little goodies.

seventy eight.

the number of text message i have received thus far today. -fun fact.

yes, it's true. i checked.

one.

the number of turds i just fished out of the bathtub.

i wish i were joking.

what the fawk, five year old?! control that poop.

two.

the number of Scentsys i currently have burning in my living room.

black raspberry vanilla... mmmm.. my fav.

eighteen.

the number of minutes i spent browning my buns today.

i'm looking to buy a new tanning lotion.

any good recommendations?

two.

the number of pictures that i have taken with an actual real camera and not my cellphone thus far in 2012.

how horrible is that?!

such a slacker mom.

one.

one little ole little man hollerin for his momma that he's ready to get out of the bath.

yes, i ran him fresh water after i had to go fishing.{see above}

peace out y'all.

gettin' my workout on with the pussycat dolls.

so a couple of weekends ago while i was sitting my big ole bum on the couch watching an epi of Kim and Kourtney take New York, a commercial came on for the Pussycat Dolls workout dvd.

now, i'm no sucker for workout dvd's. 

actually, i don't even own a single one.

 but anything with sparkles in the commercial totally catches my eye!

 i promptly typed that shiz into google and was super stocked to realize that amazon had the dvd for less than ten bucks with shipping. hmmm.. was that because it sucked? because it was released in 2009? who really cares?!

 i hate working out, i love to dance. this seems like a win - win for me. 

fabulous ole amazon.com already had my magic number saved, so i didn't even have to leave my couch to get the trusty debit card. a few short days later and it was in my mailbox!

what i'm going for here is a stomach like this...

think that's possible?

on a realistic note - while this may be a super fun workout that i would never do in front of another soul because i look like a drunken retard trying to figure out the moves - i don't think this is the secret to abs of steel. 

but hey, it may or may not have given me some new bedroom moves. 

making a fool of yourself while home alone is fun.. it's cheap, buy one for yourself and try it out!

i'll update you on my abs of steel in 8-ish weeks. ha!

what the heck, its monday night..

three hundred and sixty three.

the number of hits this blog post got in a total of 8 hours.

like, whoa.

i think that's the most hits one of my blog posts has ever received, ever.

hey, y'all!

zero.

the number of times i emailed, tweeted or facebook'd my friends/relatives/neighbor's dogs in reference to the above post. but yet, it spread like wildfire. hello to all the lovely new visitors. so many new faces that i have never seen around this blog before. glad you stopped by in support of mrs. bangs. do come back sometime again soon and say hello. 

three.

the number of times i've been to the state of texas. fun fact!

seventy five.

probably the weight that my balls of steel would be.. if i actually were able to home grow my own pair.

four.

the number of hours of sleep i got last night.

threat of severe weather.. tornado sirens.. lightening.. rain.. winds.. terrified mommy + babes. 

you get the picture.

ten.

the number of hours i spent staring at a computer screen today.

work work work. some play.

my vision is blurred as i type this.

twenty.

the number of books my little guy had me read once we got done with dinner in order for him to get a special surprised at school tomorrow. that free chick fil a cone better be amazing!

five.

the number of days before my new bedroom furniture gets delivered.. yipee.

two.

the number of baths my kids decided to take tonight.

i think we're ready for summer.. and swimming pool.

fifteen.

the number of shows i currently have to watch on my dvr.

thirty.

the number of minutes before i pass out.

word of the day.. eXhAuStEd.

peace out, y'all.

the shit's about to get real.

i started this blog back in november of 2008.

not because i wanted to gain success from it.. heck, i hardly knew what blogging was.

a friend of mine at the time was a blogger and was all, "hey you should start a blog". so i did and here we are.

since then i have been a somewhat regular blogger.. kinda.

i blog when i can. comment when i can.

i have made a few 'internet' friends from doing so. but, let's be honest. most normal people, with normal lives, normal jobs, families and homes and things to do in the 'real world' don't have time to spend or post every waking minute of their lives on blogs, twitter, facebook.. i've never tried to gain 'internet friendships' from doing this.. i've never tried to be in the 'cool internet' group of blogs. 

i just don't care.

frankly, twatting all damn day with people i don't even know is just weird to me. it makes me want to scream, "get out of your pajamas. get out of your house. go meet a real friend for lunch!"

 tho i adore those very select few 'internet friends' that i associate with regularly, online relationships are just not my main agenda. i have plenty of real life friends that i get to hang out and socialize with in the real world. 

so PL&A kinda turned into a fun place to post things i love.. every once in a while, sneaking in a post here and there about my real life.

never once have you read a post by me in regards to blog success, blog followers, blog sponsors..

how can i get more, gain more, there are blogs worse than mine, how can i get more attention, blah blah blah.. cry cry cry.. sniff sniff sniff.

it's because i don't care.. i do not have time to live my life on the internet.

yes, i love followers and comments just like the rest of you.

but i'm not heartbroken when i see i lost a follower. or don't get any comments on a post.

this blog, facebook, twitter does not consume my life.. neither does the amount of unread blogs i have in my reader. which at any given moment, is usually 1000+.

i am jealous of no one's 'blog success' or the amount of 'followers' they have.

obsessing over the amount of 'blog followers' you have it just stupid.

you can't control it.. you don't know these people.

why does it matter?

people will read. or not. probably not.

life will go on.

if people want to give you free shit to give away on your blog, congratulations to you. 

but really, it's not the most amazing hearts sparkles and sunshine of life. it's cool if you got free lipgloss, but really if it was that much of a big deal to me, i'll go spend $10 and buy my own. no biggie.

several people emailed me after last night's post asking why i worked so much. 

i'm not exactly broke. all my bills are paid. i'm not in debt. i don't have bill collection agencies ringing my phone. {just the state of mississippi trying to collect.. ha!}

 i have a very successful career that i gained from the bottom up, that i am very proud of! i do everything myself, pay all my own bills, take care of my two babes and working a lot helps me give them and myself the lifestyle that we want to live.

so, it's because.. i just like spending money.

private school ain't cheap y'all. i've gotten 2 new cars within the last 7 months, that ain't free y'all.

and ain't no one gonna support this clothing, shoes and accessory addiction i have going on.

so work is what i do.

however, several people DID NOT email me to call me out about last nights post for my mention of mrs. bangs, that i pissed off last week. i got many emails and comments with LOL's and i couldn't agree more's and i feel the same way's.. i decided not to publish several of these for the simple fact that i'm not trying to start a blog war here. i didn't call anyone out, name any names. i didn't privately email anyone and tell them who i was referring too.. i can't help it if many many many of you knew who i was talking about. 

and you knew because i was not the only one who was rubbed the wrong way by this post..

the phone call that changed everything..

i'll never forget the first time i received 

a phone call that would change my whole world.

i guess i should consider myself lucky to have not received 

a phone call like this until i was 24..

but to date, this has been the worst phone call i've ever received.

"sweetie, something very bad has happened.."

my dad's words echoed.

my heart sank.

i burst into tears.

over a year later, my heart still hurts.

i dread the day i receive another phone call like this.


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tell me about a phone call that changed your life. 
(good or bad)

no, i am not insensitive to whatever tragedy occurred in her life.. what bugged the shit out of me was the drama of this girl. the fact that she'd take something that was so "devastating" to her and try to flip it for blog comments. when i commented asking what the point of the post was if you were not going to mention what the phone call was about.. she responded with the remark that she didn't want to share it on her blog.
what i find ironic is this was something she felt comfortable enough to share with 600+ twitter followers. fact is, i asked one of my 'in real life' friends about the blog. and before even reading it, she knew exactly who she was referring too. how can you be uncomfortable posting on your personal blog that is there to serve sharing your life but not too uncomfortable for twitter?
no, she was not uncomfortable sharing the details at all.
she posted that blog for non other than attention.
she wanted people to comment and ask why? who? what?
she left left them guessing on purpose to boost her blog stats.
she took something to close and dear to her heart and paraded it around for the internet to see.
wanna know why?
because she's a DRAMA QUEEN.
who in return, try to make me seem like the bad guy. reprimanding me for bringing it up?
uhh, hello.. not like i know the chick.
how did i bring it up?
isn't she the one that blogged about her horrid phone call?
and then blasted for all of twitter?
how else would i know that she was referring to her uncle's suicide.
hypercritical, i say.

what do you think blog world?
call me out if i am in the wrong here.
when you read a post like the above, what do you take from it?
someone not wanting to share all the details of their personal life? or someone that is begging for the attention + blog comments.

so... since i am now the bad guy here..
oh well, spineless as i have been called out on twitter and via email as of late by mrs. bangs lovely old drunken box blonde wanna be famous blog pal.. am i just mean girl? or is it everything you wish you had the balls to say?

"the fact that you don't find me amazing doesn't reflect poorly on me, it just means you have bad taste."

xoxo- mean girl.

slightly obsessed, one - shoulders.

my favorite favorite type of dresses are one - shoulders.

actually, most of the dresses in my closet are in fact this style.

i hate strapless, and i think there's just something sleek and sexy about the one - shoulder style. 

here are some pretties that i've came across on pinterest.

 

 

 

 

are you a fan of one - shoulders? what's your favorite style?

nope, not up to much on this sunday night. why not blog?!

forty.

the number of minutes i've left my face mask on because it hurts like a mother pulling it off.

this stuff rocks, tho.

yes, i am in a wife beater. shut up, i live in memphis. 

ninety.

the number of minutes i have spent browning my buns in the past week. 

resulting in my face shedding like a snake. reason for {see above}. think i'll regret this when i'm sixty?

three.

the number of jobs i am now working after getting my third one yesterday.

but really, my second one should not count since i only work about 5 shifts a year. just enough to get an awesome discount. 

number three is gonna be awesome. i was offered the part time assistant manager position. they will totally work with my work/kiddo schedule. i'm debating weather or not to take it.

two hundred and twenty one.

the amount of money i owe the state of mississippi for an outstanding speeding ticket. 

why do they keep mailing me notices? save your postage, I KNOW i have not paid. 

90 in a 65, i was in a hurry. i'm pretty sure i have an outstanding warrant in that state. but really, who needs to drive to the state of mississippi anyway? this is where job number three will be helpful.

thirty.

the number of minutes it took me to tweeze and pluck my own eyebrows tonight.

can't go to the salon, because i am broke as fawk. {see above. and i really need to stop buying clothes.} 

five.

the number of hours i wasted this weekend watching Jenna Marble videos on youtube. 

i blame my bestie for this new obsession.

three thousand.

the amount of furniture i financed yesterday. 

i can't believe these folks approved me, don't these people know how broke i am? suckas!

oh well, again - this is where job number three will be helpful.

and i can't wait to sleep in my new comfy bed!

 

one.

the number of twenty year old blog drama queens i pissed off this week.

but what can i say, those begging for attention really bring out the bitch in me. i can't hold my tongue, or well.. fingers. i've debated blogging about this just because i find it so amusing. and well, because her bangs/hair really needs to be called out. if sandy bullock can't pull it off, what makes you think you can? i know, i'm bad. bad bad bad. thoughts?

sparkles, nail polish and mean girls y'all!

twenty.

the number of ounces of starcrack i drank at 7pm leaving me wired as can be two hours later.

five.

the number of new blog followers i gained this week.

hello y'all!

link up your blog in the comments below so i can come visit.

two.

the number of babes still wide awake bouncing off the walls on a school night at nine while i sit on the couch blogging, texting and watching batman forever.

mother of the year over here. 

peace out.