Friday Foster - Lucky
Kinda slacked off on the Friday Foster posts, there, didn’t I? Well, now that I’ve figured out how to write posts in advance and set them to publish later, that won’t be a problem.
This sweet little face belongs to one of my foster rabbits, Lucky. He’s about 4 1/2 years old, and was returned to rescue after living with his adoptive family for more than 2 years. He chews carpet. Hey, show me a rabbit that doesn’t chew carpet… Anyway, he’s such a nice rabbit. He has excellent litter box habits — better than any of my own rabbits! He LOVES to be petted, and turns into a big puddle o’ bunny the more he’s loved on.
Who wouldn’t love this boy? If you’re interested in adopting Lucky, or any other Indiana HRS adoptables, please visit our website at www.indianahrs.org. You will also find a list of upcoming events within the state; feel free to join us!
Filed under friday foster, photos, rabbits | Comment (0)Hair do
I have such a love/hate relationship with my hair. Most days I think it looks like crap on toast, especially with the ridiculous “sideswept” bangs. I want big, loose waves. I want volume. I want the bangs to remain “sideswept” all day long. I want it long enough to wear in pigtails, whether they’re age-appropriate or not. I want wash-and-go, dammit!!
Unfortunately, I have fine hair, and fine hair doesn’t really go with any of those things. In order for me to have volume, I have to keep it really short and wear lots of sticky, icky product. I can blow-dry it straight, but it takes for.ev.er to do, and I don’t have forever in the mornings. But sometimes, for special occasions, I can make an extra effort. And of course, the extra effort always shows. Stupid hair.
This fantabulous look was brought to you by Whoorl, who does a mean job of a picture tutorial on how to a) blow dry your hair and b) sort of curl it with a curling iron (and I swear, if I can do it without burning off my fingers, so can you). It stayed pretty bouncy for several hours, even after I pulled it back in a ponytail. The bangs sort of fizzled, but at home I just clip them back and out of my face, anyway. It took me about an hour to do this (including the frantic run to the laptop to check Whoorl’s instructions, because I couldn’t remember if she said how long to leave the hair on the curling iron, or what kind of product — if any — I should have sprayed on), but I imagine with practice it would take a lot less time. Now, why can’t it look like this all the time, without work?
And also, that Abercrombie sweatshirt is literally one million years old. In the other picture I took, you can totally see how the wrist is completely coming off the sleeve. But it’s my favorite, and I will not part with it, no I won’t. Not until someone (probably my mother) rips it from my cold, dead hands.
Filed under me, photos | Comments (2)Mom, April 2008
Mom doesn’t like to have her picture taken, so I usually have to be sneaky about it. Last week while I visited I took a couple of nice shots — one at Biltmore Estate, and another at St. Simon’s Island. She’s so goofy — she always insists on posing, even though I’d prefer to take more natural photos.
