French Toast Girl

Okay...they apologized (very nicely, too). And most importantly, they took all my stuff off their site. Good.

The marvelous Alex sent me to these great links:
Help, someone stole my site!
What is Copyright (which, incidentally, I have right on my Sausage Links page.)

9:44 PM | french toast girl | #

I'm mad.

Sorta mad, sorta bewildered.

This crummy website took my homepage and used it as an endorsement of their company. They didn't ask my permission. I'm not a client of theirs. I don't even live in Australia. I found out by using my site tracker, otherwise they would have gone on unnoticed. Blecch. I hate when people do crummy things like this.

I already complained and did the "how-dare-you-and-how-fast-are-you-gonna-take-that-off-your-home-page" letter. We'll see if it does any good. Arrrgghhh.

9:50 AM | french toast girl | #

I am ERNIE.
Everyone loves to hang out with me.
Which Sesame Street Character Are You?

Okay, so tell me something I didn't know. I thought I was Ernie because I'm messy, have black hair, and have a thing for horizontal stripes and bubble baths. (Yes, I have a rubber duckie too.) I have been known to dance around in my pajamas. I've even had a hankering for some red sneakers recently. 10-Q, 10-Q, 10-Q. You're welcome.

5:18 PM | french toast girl | #

I had a fun weekend at my parents'. It was like a big sleepover.... We watched movies, ate donuts, made pizza, and Mom taught me how to knit. (Not like I'm an expert....but I'm learning.)

I've decided that I need an overhaul of some sort. Or at least a haircut. Or some kind of fashion style. Or something. I'm not cutting my hair short or anything drastic, but I do need a style or something. Okay, not a style....MY style. Maybe it's Spring in the air (ha! I think the groundhog is WRONG and we're going to get Spring sooner rather than later) that's making me want to go for more walks/runs and wear dresses more.

I have at least formed my first fashion rule:

1. Never wear clothes that don't fit you. I just turned down free, new-to-me clothes, because they made me look like an opera singer. I used to wear anything because it was free, or I liked the color, or it was soft, and then I'd pass myself in the mirror and think how huge I looked (if I thought about it at all). No more.

My fashion rules before this were, "The best clothes are someone else's" (I have a sweater of my brother's from like, 7th grade) and "It's fine to wear the same things in your hair as a 5-year-old." I still believe in these two, I just need to modify them. A little.

linkage:
Play dressup to your heart's content here and try out clothes on a model shaped just like you. This is so darn cool.

Dress up french toast girl

I swear I'm going to make this skirt, as soon as I find a good pillowcase. And then I'll post pictures.

5:57 PM | french toast girl | #

ART, iNSPiRATiON, AND WHY LiFE iS LiKE FRENCH TOAST.

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