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Monday Mullet Madness: Five Reasons a Mullet is a Good Idea

mullet madnessAnyone who follows me on Facebook or Twitter knows I have a special, unnatural fascination with those bold enough to go for a mullet. It’s not something I’m proud of, but it’s not something I’m ashamed of either.

It is what it is. I heart mullets.

Would I ever get one?

Hells no.

But, because I’m gifted with the ability to see things from different perspectives, I can understand why some people just can’t seem to let go of the awesome. We’ve all heard the expression “Business in the front, party in the back,” but this river runs much deeper than that.

You’ll see.

Five Reasons a Mullet is a Good Idea

1. You’re ready for anything all the time. It’s the MacGuyver of hairdo’s. Hell, even MacGuyver had a mullet. If that’s not a top-of-the-line kickass endorsement, I don’t know what is.

2. It’s a work of art. No two mullets are the same. You can go for the skullet, poodle-top mullet, feathered and free, crew cutlet and many, many more. Yes, please!

3. You’re a shoe-in at any trailer park beauty contest. If other mulletutants share your ‘do (how embarrassing), all you really need to do is mention Nascar during the Q & A portion and you better bet your sweet cut-offs you’re walking away with that mesh trucker’s hat from the local strip club.

4. You’re sure to get your 15 minutes of fame. There’s no way you’re walking into a Walmart or onto a beach without someone snapping a picture and posting your sexiness on the Internet. If you reallllly want to make the most of it, get your drunk on and let someone kick you in the groin on camera. You’re almost definitely on your way to an appearance on Web Soup. Fingers crossed.

5. It draws attention from your chest and directs it right back up to your gorgeous quaff. If you’re a man, there’s much less of a chance that people will focus on your hairy man-teets when you got all that goin’ on. For chicks, you never have to worry about being objectified. Trust.

Now that I’ve outlined the obvious benefits, I’m sure you’ll all be rushing out and getting one of these rockin’ badboys for yourself. Do me a favor and just send me a picture, so I don’t have to waste any precious giggle time looking it up…and I will.

Photo: flickr.com/photos/reinvigorate/16455044/sizes

The Happiness Journal

Many of you lovely ladies have been wondering where I’ve been and missing my commentary on random mullet madness.

The truth is this. Even a plucky flair-meister, such as myself, can get caught up in an ugly, funk-rut, and that’s just where I’ve been. I haven’t been able to get myself to do much of anything, but all of the sudden, it seems the clouds are clearing.

Today’s a new day.

It wasn’t a magic wand that “fixed” my mood, it was a actually more writing. It started out as free-writing some horrid, unhappy wickedness that’s been tinging my warm fuzziness. After I read it a time or two, I realized how stupid I was being.

I realize it’s normal to have foulness set in from time to time, but it’s just not my style. I don’t dig being down, and my family doesn’t deserve Ugly Mom, either. Not that I was Screamy McHaterton, I was more of an Indifference McBroodypants. And it sucked.

I was actually bringing myself down. Blech.

So, anyhoo, I deleted the nastiness and started writing a list of wonderful things that are blessing my life right now. The list…was long. And wonderful. And exciting. And refreshing.

I needed to see it all. In black and white. The people that love me. My three healthy children. The career opportunities. The support from friends old and new. On and on it went.

When you lay it out like that, it’s astonishing. Life really IS good.

A long time ago, I wrote daily in a happiness journal. It wasn’t full of long, drawn out ramblings about how life was always daisies and jazz hands. Just a short blurb everyday about something that brought me happiness. No negativity was allowed.

I’m doing it again, starting today.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Today, for the first time in two weeks, I looked for random pictures of mullets. And laughed. Hysterically. Mama’s back.

What’s he thinking about? Is he contemplating the universe? Has he spotted the mullet-sporting woman (or man) of his dreams?

Photos: flickr.com/photos/cavemanlawyer15/186812909 and flickr.com/photos/falsedan/453176477