You may, if you've been around here for four years (Acck! Really???) seen THIS old photo at then-future-hubby's sheep farm:

Yep, it's me back in 1977.

Please ignore the hair.

C'mon... try.

And stop laughing.

It was all the rage back then. Really.

Why oh why am I stupid brave enough to show this image once more? Because I stumbled across THE CUTEST sheep blog ever! And being a lover of all things OMGCUTE and fuzzy (proof above), I have to pass along the addy.

So if you have a few hours to spend "Oohing" and "Awwwwing" .... please visit Blossom at "Punkin's Patch".  You'll be glad you did.

And it will wipe away any memory of that hideous frizz of a hairdo above.

I hope.

If you're like me (and my sincere condolences if you are...) you probably have gone through a kajillion many phones in your life. Especially after cell phones came on the scene.

From that first "brick" phone to a sleek flip model, two Blackberries and then my newest iPhone, I traded up so quickly, I swiftly acquired a drawer of telephone castoffs.

Poor castoffs! And bad me. Well, at least they are not piled in some landfill. Nope. I kept them; for what exactly, I have no freakin' idea.

So it was some trepidation that I announced to hubby that I bought yet another phone.

He looked at me with that same, oh gad, not again look.

"Really? I thought you liked your iPhone? You haven't even had it six months!"

Yeah, but this one I just got is so .... unique.

Sturdy.

Durable.

Classic design.

Comes in black too.

Only problem is, it may be a tad too big (and freakishly heavy) to fit in my purse. On second thought, if you've ever seen my knapsack purse, it may just tuck in after all. And that receiver can double as a lethal weapon - one swing and any attacker will be instantly rendered unconscious.


Okay, maybe I'll keep my iPhone... the games on this thing suck big time.