If You're Interested // Love Your Life

Hi friends...

Happy Thursday!

The big 21st birthday is coming up. Jk about the 21st part (..I wish!). Not about the birthday part (May 25th if you're wondering). Some birdies asked if I could post what I'd like to get for my birthday. Who am I to decline? First, let me say that above all of these things-it's most important to me to just spend time with my loved ones, as they are the ones that make my birthday truly special. Not the material items. :) 

Anyhow, if you're {aka parents, Billy, friends} reading looking for ideas...I wouldn't decline any of these lovely things: this (much needed), or this, obsessed with these, this is pretty, love any of these, maybe one of these beauties, a gift card here or here, ooh lastly lovin' this. ;) Ooh, and cake. Always cake. There you have it.

Like I said, the most important thing is having my friends & family around me. Including the amazing bloggy girlfriends making the trip here...feeling blessed already.

Today, I have someone way cooler than me (and seriously hilarious) taking OVER this blog. You should thank her. ;) Bonnie stresses the importance of not taking life too seriously, and I know you will love her. I mean, she has me laughing out loud in the first couple of sentences. I've yet to mention she has a summer makeup giveaway goin' on right now that you can enter. Who doesn't like makeup?! Enter HERE. Just read below and pay Bonnie's blog (her "about me" is fantastic!) a visit. You won't want to leave.

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I know what you're thinking right now.   "Guest post today?  Well, shoot. Alright, toots, you've got exactly seven seconds to impress me before I click out of this site and don't give you the time of day ever again."

The pressure is intense, I tell you, it's intense! Deep breath.  And here I go. First things first.  My name is Bonnie.  This is me.

I used to have pink hair before I got a real job.  Now I have a real job.  But I don't have pink hair.  You can't have it all, people. I've been given a lot of nicknames over the course of my life, but the one I prefer is Bon Bon.  So if you feel in the nickname-best-bud kind of mood, you can call me Bon.  Or if you feel in a normal mood, you can call me Bonnie.  Whatevs.  The nickname you can not call me is Bonnarrhea.  I do not like that name. I write over at Life of Bon.  If it weren't for blogging I would have long been driven to insanity by now.  That's because I spend my days in the company of punk seventeen year olds.  Mostly I try to teach them how to write thesis statements and how to tell the difference between your and you're.  It's a lot harder than you'd think to get that rule to stick, I tell you.  Even though those high schoolers can be a bunch of bratty ingrates they have somehow completely stolen my heart. Ain't that always the way it is with bratty ingrates?!?! When I'm not trying to cram grammar into the heads of hormonal teenagers, I try my best at being a wife- a gig that is new to me this past year.  I guess you could say I've got a small crush on this guy.

Ahem... the one without all the hair... If you're wondering why my hubby has got a giant teddy bear on his shoulders, it was an experiment to see if we are ready to have babies.  We are not. If you're wondering why the walls are lime green in our apartment, it's because I made a terrible, terrible mistake.  It's fixed now. I feel like now would be a good time to let you know what a smartie I am.  I've caught on to a few things around this internet,  and you know what's really in right now?

How-to articles. Everyone and their dogs are doing it, you know. I know how to do lots of stuff and so I will share that knowledge with you in an attempt to win you over!


HOW TO: Get seventeen year olds to like you. Get a twitter account Make fun of the other teachers with them. Shop at Forever 21. Say something borderline inappropriate every once in a while. HOW TO: Get seventeen year olds to hate you. Take away their cell phones. Write them up for truancies when they leave class five minutes early. Yell at them in front of the class when they do something out of line. Send them to the principal's office when they drop the f bomb. HOW TO: Make dinner. OPTION A Chop an onion and fry it up. Add meat to it.  Chicken or beef usually. Twirl your spice rack thing around chosing at random which spices you want.  You really can't go wrong! Cook until it smells burned. Microwave a potato for ten minutes. Eat potato with meat. OPTION B Order a pizza from Papa John's. $10.76. Feeds two people for two meals HOW TO: Seduce your man. Cook dinner (I would suggest option B in this post.  Option A doesn't always turn out.) Wear perfume Laugh at everything he says Tell him you will watch whatever he wants for the rest of the night. Tell him his muscles are looking bigger. Works every time. Guaranteed.

HOW TO: Love your life. Don't take it too seriously. Say thank you. Take a bubble bath if you feel stressed. Remember everybody's got probs. Dye your hair pink if you feel so inclined. Look in the mirror and repeat: "I am a sexy mama, I am a sexy mama, I am a sexy mama." Just kidding about that last one. Please. Who would ever do that? There you go folks!  You're not going to find much better advice than that on the whole world wide web, so you might as well hop on over to Life of Bon for more incredibly insightful advice.  Or for a laugh.  Whatever floats your boat, people. 

See you soon?


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Absolutely lovin' those how-to's.
Make sure to pop on over and enter her makeup giveaway!!
Will you go say hello to adorable Bonnie and make a new friend today?! Do it!

 xo.