Oh yeah it's on, this is the 1st Annual ThePeachy1 Christmas Card Extravaganza Baby ! If you have no clue what I am doing or why. Hop over to my other blog, my main blog at BeingPeachy.com and start there, it explains everything plus there are a boat load more cards over there so if you're not here, check there before you flame me or kick sand in my face. ( If your not on either, it's not you, it's me, I am a loser, please don't kick sand in my face.) It will lead you back here when your done there.
I love you all dearly and if I accidentally left you out, I assure you it was an accident. ( don't forget to check on the other site BeingPeachy )This past year of Blogging has been a journey and all of you have went on this insane road trip with me.
Hello you fruits it Freaking Friday and I am Flipping delighted. I mean really cause I just can't wait to be done with this week and charge on in to next week which according the calendar could actually suck harder than this week did. SWEET bring it on.
But this post, this post is not about me, it's about Miley. My bloggy friend Miley who brings me laughs and smiles. She even guest posted for me over on BeingPeachy a couple days.
She is juggling quite a few major life changes right now. She opted to check out a new church.
I jokingly ( sort of) told her that it would either be in a cafatorium/gymateria and that if they brought out snakes to run. We got into a southern religion deep discussion and I made her a bet.
It was indeed in a cafatrorium, I told her they would be required by law to either bring out snakes, or throw around some fire and Brimstone with the end is near speech or discuss how to be a dutiful women ( wife) because in most places you can't be a woman without being a wife that would just be so silly.
The bet was that she would go and at least one of these things would happen or I would write an entire post dedicated to how wonderful she was and glowing and beautiful and smart and yeah she says I lost so here's your post Miley ( she could be lying it's not like I am going to go to find out).
But my dear sweet adventurous often confused always rambling adorable Miley has been sidetracked with even more real life Craptasticification and she wasn't able to post her LSU boobs.
So here.
OH yeah just in case you don't know me. Those are not my boobs, I am pretty darn sure they aren't Miley's either. But it's boobs with LSU on them ( thank you photo shop). So there.
This is me paying off on the lost bet. A post about Miley and how awesome funny and amazing she is, so whatever I am super sure they had at least 1 snake in that cafatorium. Damnit.
Love ya Miley. I don't waffle on bets, even if you have to remind me.
xo
PEACH OUT
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While working on some other articles I came across this Purple and Gold Beauty and thought wow this has LSU written all over it..
Lately I have been feeling like a journalistic one night stand. In the past few weeks I have done articles for over 6 other bloggers, along with about a kabillion graphics. Why? Because I want to. Because they asked.
Holly from MidewesterMamaH has filled in for me more times that concrete on a sidewalk. Mily also did a couple of guest posts at one point during one of my mandated hiatus. I owe Holly my first born son, but you know what, I love her too much to do that to her.
I am a bit sad, that I can actually find most of the guest posts and graphics work I spit out like a mad woman working well over 70 hours in the past couple of weeks to produce. It's their blogs so it's their choice. But they asked. I used to charge $65 an hour for webwork, and graphics, but in this blog society I find myself scratching one back in the hopes of getting scratched back. Obviously my hoping is like spitting into a fan, it accomplishes nothing and I get luggies on my face.
Don't get me wrong I am not upset that my articles/graphics weren't used. I am sure there were reasons and possibly it didn't fit in with their " theme". But when I handed my blogs over to Holly, she may have said or did things that weren't 100% on board with how I felt, but I asked her to do it, she did it, and I value her thoughts and opinions, same things with Miley. Maybe I just expect my readers, friends, followers to appreciate a different perspective and the awesome talent of the people that stepped in.
A good friend of mine started up a conglomeration blog we've been friends for EVER way before bloggy days, real life actual we can punish each others children ( that's how you know a real friend). I got txt's, and emails, and chats and phone calls. I never offered myself up as to not create an awkward situation but I must admit I was a bit hurt being overlooked.
So now I am done being the lonely drunk chick at the bar at closing time who will go home with the last desperate guy simply due to process of elimination. I will always be willing to help friends if they ask,
but I wont kill myself like a waitress at IHOP dealing with the Sunday after church crowd.
I wont overlook my blogs for the benefit of others who may or may not use my work even after they asked, approved, and told me how awesome and perfect it was then thanked me.
To Holly I will be forever in her debt, she consistently has covered my ass like granny panties, and usually at the last moment. If Holly asked I would probably chop off my pinky toe if I though it would help. ( don't judge me people I love my pinky toes.)
I struggled with what song to put here, I thought of Elton John, then Meredith Brooks, but those are so played out so I am going with this chick who I have never heard of.
The Immortal Brad Finn from Sculpey Hell 
Oil Field Trash at Make Daddy a Sammich
Rabbit from The Journey
