Kitty Deschanel

Unlike other women, who all seem to have glowing, perfect, silky smooth skin, my skin HATES me. It doesn't matter that I spend an absurd amount of money on fancy schmancy creams - apparently, they only work on those other, radiant skin people, who I assume are the ones writing all those bogus cream reviews that make me throw away my money. Luckily, I have found a cheap, easy (and surprisingly tasty!) solution, courtesy of the brilliant "Sarah Woo". All you have to do to make her recommended facial mask is mix 1 Tbsp honey , 1 tsp cinnamon , 1 tsp nutmeg , and 1/2 a tsp of lemon juice . The longer you leave it on, the better. I try to aim for at least 30 minutes each time. No need to exfoliate first, as the nutmeg in the mask even takes care of that for you. I am completely in love with this and have been using it once a week for the past few months. Pica, on the other hand, isn't a fan. No pity here! Who else agrees that Pica deserves to be a little fr

A special thank you to Shinxy at Vacuous Ramblings for providing a guest post today. I love the drawings she does for each of her posts. The drawing below is titled No Shoes . Without further ado, here is the one and only Shinxy: Yes people, this is as exciting as my life gets. I got to spend eight or nine hours in the car to see my psychiatrist. We got into Melbourne an hour and a half early, so we went shopping. Sadly I couldn't spend much money because I've spent about half my pay this cycle on a certain jobless hobo of mine. I went to Borders first. I finally found the Philosophy section.  It was looking pretty grim until I looked at the bottom shelf. Three Schopenhauer books! I was in pessimistic heaven. I found four books in total that I felt that I needed, but like I said, I had a budget. I decided on one Schopenhauer book and another on common logical fallacies (I love logic, but if I get too far in I get a little confused with all the Latin terms, so bas

Thank you, thank you to Tanya at A Taste of T for providing this guest post. Quick tidbit: She has the cutest little dog with the cutest  little name, Bowser!  Tanya, you have strengthened my resolve to never, ever set foot inside a gym. Weird Day at the Gym By Tanya Munoz I’m going to tell you a tale about my day at the gym.  It started a little something like this… I suspect choosing the locker right next to a girl, when there's a million other lockers open, is like choosing the urinal right next to the guy peeing.    Cause this morning the empty locker room was anyone's choice.    You could choose any section to get dressed and be naked...and this grandma chose RIGHT NEXT TO ME.     I mean, there are benches and benches, lockers and lockers and lockers and she chose locker 24...mine was 23.    Then she asked if I could move my gym bag on the bench...there were a million other benches...empty benches.    Well, since she was so attracted to me, I decided

As previously mentioned in a funny, albeit frustrating post , Sexy Nerd recently smoked us a chicken. Even after our smoked turkey fiasco (dinner at 10 pm, anyone?), we're still on two different pages when it comes to how something like this should be done. Me: So, how long until the chicken's ready? SN: I dunno. Around dinnertime, probably. Me: Well, how much does the chicken weigh? SN: I didn't weigh it. Me: Yeah, but the weight is listed on the packaging. SN: Why does that matter? Me: You can use the weight to estimate how long it will take to smoke. SN: I'll just use the meat thermometer. ME: *dies a little on the inside*  King of the Grill doesn't necessarily translate to King of the Smoker

Earlier at work, we were sitting around talking about someone who had recently passed away. Although it was sad and I feel terrible for the people who were close to him, I had never met the person and did not feel compelled to cry, yet sat there rubbing my eye and rapidly blinking throughout the entire, hour-long conversation. The two other women involved in the conversation probably thought Don't sit there trying to fake cry! You're pathetic! but I was only doing it because there was something in my eye. It was driving me CRAZY, but I couldn't very well get up and leave to look in the mirror while someone was pouring their grieving heart out. So, I sat there politely, squinting and nonchalantly closing one eye periodically, in a sympathetic sort of wink, until I was alone. Finally , I thought, inspecting my eye in the mirror.  It turned out that the thing irritating my eye is GROWING FROM MY EYELID! What the heck do I do now? According to Dr. Google, (my primary care phys

Sexy Nerd and I just returned from a walk around the neighborhood with Pica and Biscuit. We were stopped by a cute little girl who was playing outside with her brothers and mom. She asked if she could pet our dogs. "Sure," we said, happy to meet more of our neighbors. Almost 3 years here and this was only the 3rd house where either of us has spoken to the neighbors. It's tough being socially awkward. Biscuit isn't a fan of strangers, but Pica, our wiggly and happy Jack Russell Terrier, loooooved getting attention from the little girl. In fact, she loved it so much that when the girl (maybe age 3 or 4?) reached out to her, Pica jumped up and placed her front paws on the girl's shoulders. No worries though. The girl was laughing. Her mom was smiling. We were making friends. Then Pica, who just looooooves attention, sprung a leak. She PEED all over the little girl, abruptly putting an end to our meet-and-greet with the neighbors. She was just so excited! Sexy N

Today's post is from Jordan at Now If You'll Just Turn Your Kaleidoscope... She was very brave to confess this here on LambAround. Hopefully you won't judge her too harshly, especially as I have been a secret picker for years. Maybe, just maybe, we will be accepted by society one day! Also, be sure to leave a comment so you'll be eligible to  Win A Le Creuset Stock Pot!  Yes, my dear readers, I do plan to remind you until the cows come home :p My name is Jordan and I'm a picker. There. I've said it. Try as hard as I might to resist picking I cannot do it. I've been like this as long as I can remember. It's turned into an addiction, I can't just stop. It's not even that fun anymore, just something I am compelled to do to make it through the day. It started out innocently enough, as a child my mother and I would search through bags of potato chips looking for 'good ones' - c'mon you know what I mean, the folded, extra

Today's post was written by my fabulous guest blogger, Val at Sew Not My Day. LOL, I have to admit that this isn't exactly what I was expecting when I put the call out for guest bloggers, but to be fair, I did say any topic would be fine. You'll understand what I mean when you get to the end. Oh, the ducks. The poor, poor ducks! Duck Duck Goose! Once upon a time, when I was just a very young girl… I lived on a hobby farm.  My dad had a full time job in sales but enjoyed tooling around on his tractor on the weekends…  I learned how to drive by first driving that tractor and pulling a flatbed wagon while my dad and brother bailed hay. It brings back great memories of when my dad would disc the field and one of my sisters and myself would sit on the back of the tractor dragging our heels in the freshly turned cool dirt.  Our job was to watch out for milk weeds, run yank them out of the earth, then climb back on the back of the tractor so Dad wouldn’t have to stop.

I'll never admit that I'm currently away on vacation. That said, the post below was written by my nifty guest blogger, Tina Lane. Tina Lane originally posted this with a generic "Sexy Nerd" photo from a site with free photos. There can only be one Sexy Nerd on this blog though! Besides, it's hard to beat something like this when looking for a photo of a nerd (I'm saying this WITH LOVE, of course! Mwah, Sexy Nerd!) I was visiting one of my new favorite blogs, Dry as Toast,when I glimpsed Dorkys, the fearless blog owner and karaoke singer, wearing a shirt that proclaimed: "No Boyfriend, No Problems." I kind of have to agree. Even though I am a happily married woman now, I was never really a huge fan of the boyfriend movement. I am surprised that us ladies, in all of or our collective wisdom, have allowed this term to continue on unadulterated for so long. The word "boyfriend" is ambiguous at best and seems to serve some purpose o

*Quick Update* I just noticed that I have 99 Followers ! Ooooh, it's so close to 100 that I can't stand it! Come on, bloggy buddies! You know you want to follow LambAround! Give into the urge! Okay, on to the real post: Last night, Sexy Nerd was feeling a little bit "lovey". He had candles lit and wine and suggested that I put on a sexy outfit. I changed into something skimpy, somewhat covered by an equally skimpy, see-through robe. Being Mr. Smooth Talker, he came up to me and said in his sexiest voice, "Oooh, you're wearing layers. I'll have to take them off. You're like an onion ." Fail! How does the commercial go? Rich, but not smooth. Shame he isn't rich either. *Update: Sexy Nerd just read this post and pointed out that he had not lit any candles. Take the hint, Sexy Nerd!!! Links to Previous Sexy Nerd Quotes: A Frozen Loaf and Baby Pimping

I'm going to throw a fabulous housewarming party, with all my bloggy buddies , held at the 2010 HGTV Green House. There will be a dessert buffet, as well as lots and lots of alcohol for everyone!  Aren't you excited? You're invited! (Hey, that rhymes!) Plenty of seating for everyone! The only catch, and this is just a teenie tiny, minor detail, is that I have to win the house first.  You can help! It's just like when we all wished for me to win the 2010 HGTV Dream House (except, as proven by that house being awarded to Myra Lewis instead, we all have to wish a bit harder this time, darn it!) Remember our Dream Home chant? ( clicky here if you've forgotten ) Repeat after me: "Sexy Nerd and Lamb are going to win the 2010 HGTV Green Home. They recycle. They turn off the lights when they leave a room. They compost will compost in their new Green Home. Most importantly, they will have a huge-ass party when they win!" Whoops, almost forgot: "

You know how I know that these allergies are getting the better of me? I had a conversation with Pica and Biscuit this morning. It went a little something like this: "Uuuuuuuugh! My throat is so sore that I'm losing my voice! I can barely talk! How am I going to work all day if I can't talk?" And, of course, upon realizing that I would be wise to keep my thoughts in my head, rather than speak them, I told the dogs: "I should stop talking to you guys and save my voice for work! I'm not going to tell you about my allergies any more or about how I'm losing my voice! You're going to make me useless at work!" C They were concerned. "Mom's gone crazy," they thought, wondering if this meant breakfast would be delayed. You can see it in their faces. I've been taking Benadryl before bed each night. It helps me fall asleep, but I always wake up with the urge to quit my job and simply stay in bed forever. I've

Years ago, Sexy Nerd and I had the brilliant idea to get a dog to keep me company while he was away at school in Michigan. We chose a Jack Russell terrier, which was the worst possible choice considering that I lived in an apartment, was a full time student, and was working a full time job, including a 6:30am-midnight shift every Sunday. Katie had energy to burn, and with no yard to run through and no companions, she put her excess energy to mischievous uses.   Example 1 (just 1 of many!): My Birthday Sexy Nerd was away in Michigan, so he sent me a bouquet of tulips. I set them in a vase on my dining table, then continued to study for a chemistry test I had that afternoon. It's baffling how bad I am at chemistry, especially when you consider the massive chunk of my UNM classes that involved it (including labs, I think I took 10 chemistry classes! I still know pretty much no chemistry whatsoever.) I said good bye to Katie, went to school, miserably failed my test that I

Kitty Deschanel Aloha! Hi there! I'm a blogger of Sexy (Nerd) adventures and a lifelong insomniac.  Yes, even as a baby! My family says I was a nightmare. Frankly, I think they're still a little bit mad at me all these years later. I was born in Australia, grew up in the bustling Bay Area, and moved to dusty Albuquerque shortly before high school. I have a degree in psychology from the University of New Mexico. Here on my blog, I started out writing about whatever random things interested me and have since narrowed in on just a few topics based on posts that performed well, such as cosmetic procedures, wine, and Amerisleep mattress reviews. Give your audience what they want, right? Also, I've worked in a pediatric dental office for more than a decade, so don't expect to see any baby posts around here any time soon. My job is the best birth control in the world! Favorite Book: Do Not Say We Have Nothing by Madeleine Thien