Dakota? Is that reeeeeally you?

Yep--that pic is REALLY me.

Sigh.

Taken back in May of this year. I don't think I have any new wrinkles since then.

I said in an earlier blog that it was taken when my son terrorized me while I was getting ready for a date. He kept saying, "Work the camera, mom." and I finally got irritated enough to give him the evil eye and click--instant pic. I thought it was hilarious, personally. it kinda shows what I'm really like. If you've met me in RL, then you know I do all sorts of nutty stuff to amuse myself, as well as those around me. I ain't much afraid of a crowd and I ain't afraid to terrorize the folks I love :) I'll never be overtly flirty or fresh. I'm never, ever disrespectful to my friends and their SO's. I just taunt the crap outta them.

Charlie Burton can tell you about the infamous Dakota smoldering eye thing. it's more like a tic, but whatever. it kept us laughing. I did it to AK's hubby Mike, whenever I saw him across a room, just because I knew it would make him laugh and turn red. LOLLOL

I did it to my buddy P's hubby Gary too. He's so FAB. So is P :)

God, I'm a hubby 'ho, huh? LOL

I only do it with those I know will play back with me and I never step over the line.

I do all sorts of stuff to crack wise. I'm not above stalking cover models to get them to take whacky pics with me. I ate up those poor boys at RT 2005. I walked my fingers up their arms all outlandishly seductive like and taunted them in my most hushed, sexiest of tones.

Me--"Do you know WHO I am?" Like I'm all romance novelist of the year or somethin'. it's all in how you present yourself, baby. LMAO
Pretty boy--"Er..." fights to remember my name, even though I'm pretty much a NOBODY. Squirms as I wait and do the eye thing.
I relieve them of the brain cell reproduction. Me--"Nevermind WHO I am. Do you want my vote in the contest?" I say, in husky, breathy tones.
Pretty boy--yet again, another struggle. The battle of good and evil. Hell, yeah I want your vote, you old bag. Noooooo, that would be so wrong to say out loud, wouldn't it? The usual response was, "Um..."
Me--"Forget all of that. Give me," points to self, "your best romantic cover model pose."

MUWAHAHAHAHAHAA. Soon, it just became the running gag with all of them. I did all sorts of poses and they were a great bunch of kids to play with me the way they did. I still e-mail with several of them and they were all good sports. My bud Michelle and I got some pretty funny pics too.

That brings me back to the pic. I've gotten a great deal of personal e-mail asking that question. From fans and various other sources. Chickens who won't post on my blog. LOL. I can't quite figure if the surprise is that I don't look as dumb as you thought, or something I REALLy don't want to know. Tee hee :)

Yes, yes, yes, that's really me--Dakota Cassidy. No, she really doesn't have big hair, though if she does, it isn't intentional--it's just OUT OF CONTROL. I have plenty of it and from time-to-time, it gets out of HAND.

no, she has no tiara's anymore. Yes, it's true, her cheerleading skirt no longer fits and her pom-poms shred years ago.

No, she's not fifty--only 38--heading precariously toward 39.

No, I swear I didn't touch that lame picture up. No, it didn't come from a Walmart frame, but that would have shown creativity, huh?

That's ALL Dakota, just being a dork with her nosy kid. LOLLOL

Scary, huh?

DC :)