If I can take a moment of your time to rock out silly style...you know and talk about my hair.

Hi! Remember when this blog was more than just talking about the crazies of internet dating and how stressed out I am? Remember when we used to wax poetic about important things...like my hair? Oh, those were the good old days. Well, I am bringing them back. With a contest! I just thought of this as I typed. Genius.

Meet me on Monday.


By Tuesday, my look had changed! I'd returned to my Rockin' Pat Benatar We Belong days.



I am emphatically anti-leggings but am emphatically pro-embarrassing myself on the internet (weird). Over my holiday in the states, Bobo and I desperately wanted to tie dye ourselves some smokin' hot tennis outfits, but white skirts we could not find. And instead we found these. And tie dye them we did. They make great jammies, and one day, probably sooner than we'd all think, I'll be rockin' these to yoga (I just need to get the nerve up to wear them in public - you know as opposed to a public forum such as this). Hot Da-amn are they good lookin' pants. I bet you can't even see the disaster of a messy room behind them because you're blinded by the pure foxiness of the pants?


So, the contest.

What you have to do. leave me a comment with a haiku (5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables) about the second picture or the third picture and I'll send you something edible and delicious from Australia (no, not vegemite - unless you want me too...but I was thinking of something less, how should I say this...gross): Tim Tams (unless you have food allergies and then I'll find something else...).

For example, I'll write a haiku about the first photo for your own inspiration:

Hair in my eyes. Blind.
Jennifer Beals 'do? needed:
cut. Elvis Tee shirt!

The rules: write a haiku - or several! Comment! I'll pick my favourite. If you want to win make sure I can contact you for an address...get to it!