You can take a mother out of the heat...But you can never take the hotness out of a Hot Mama

OK, OK…I know that it has been a while since I have posted any deep, heartfelt, intense…or even interesting posts, but there has been a lot going on in my life – (a death in the family, a relative just released from the hospital from major back surgery, elderly relatives that have nobody to care for them (except Mariah and I), another round of the never ending divorce court, house visitors from overseas, a teen getting teeth pulled, daughter broke her arm, looking for a job, budgeting and planning for our summer vacation plans, volunteering at the middle school, carpooling kids around everyday of the school week, groceries, laundry, cooking…oh yeah and caring for all of our 6 kids.)

That being said…I am going to continue on with the more fun and light-hearted posts.

Once again I’d like to ask you all for nominations for the next round of Hot Mamas.
The only qualifications are as follows:
They are a mother
They have a blog
Their blog is interesting, funny and captivating
They represent HOTTNESS as a mom
They have been referred to as a MILF at least once
They are willing to send all of us (the HOT DADS) ‘revealing’ pictures
And….they want to join the current group of hotties that we have crowned as Hot Mamas

Please leave your nominations in the comments – along with their blog URL

CAN’T WAIT TO FEEL THE HEAT AS THE NOMINATIONS COME ROLLING IN!

All Who Agree, Say 'Eyes!'

It is no secret that a significant amount of bandwidth on this here Boobienet, er, Internet is dedicated to discussions about and pictures of boobs. And derrieres. And legs. And hoohahs. In various shapes, sizes, colors, persuasions and positions. Yep, no secret. This is all well and good, nothing wrong with some nekkidness now and again. Boobs and butts, yeah, that’s cool.

One thing I haven’t seen a concentration on, insofar as I have done any actual research*, is one of the things I like the most about the lurvely female form: the eyes. Yes, indeed, all the other areas are fine, not knocking them**, but if there is anything that can stop me in my tracks, it’s a good pair of eyes.

When I a lad, I would often accompany my mom to the supermarket. I was a big eater as a kid, so it was like a toy store, except with food in place of the toys. I loved it. I looked forward to those trips. There was one aisle of the store, though, that filled me with a mixture of awe and weakness. It was the hair care products section. It never failed to make me nervous, weak-kneed and wobbly and feel even more of a kid than I already was.

It was the Clairol ladies. They did it.

Row after row, box after box, of what to me had to be the most beautiful ladies in the world. With the most amazing eyes. There I was, a goofy little boy made even goofier by all those lovely, lovely eyes staring at me. I was like a butterfly pinned to a board. I remember standing in the aisle frozen like a statue. Those eyes would follow me back and forth, back and forth. There was no escape. Usually it would take getting hit by a shopping cart or my mom looking for me to snap me out of it.

I am a lot older now, but eyes have lost none of their power over me. Now it is true that all of the other lovely curvy lady bits are certainly attention getters.

But I can say without a doubt, a lovely pair of eyes is an attention HOLDER. So let’s all pay attention, shall we?

*Read “none”, unless seeing things by default while web surfing counts as research.

**Well, maybe knocking them would be good. It depends…