Monday, September 22, 2014

Jasmine Tridevil - The Three Tittied Wonder

So, today my newsfeed on Facebook was FLOODED with this chick who's claiming she's had plastic surgery to add a third boob.


"I got it because I wanted to make myself unattractive to men. Because I don't want to date anymore ... Most guys would think [the extra breast is] weird and gross. But I can still feel pretty because if I wore makeup and cute clothes, I can still, you know ... feel pretty."

Ugh. Seriously. I can't even with this.

I thought, for sure, people would laugh this off. Huge laughs. Like, belly jiggling, doubled over laughter.

Nope. I was so wrong. People actually believed this crap.

Seriously. Look at the photo above and tell me what's wrong with it...beside the middle boob...not to mention the huge boob in the chair.

The prosthetic doesn't even match her skin color. There's NO logistic way that a doctor would stretch the middle breastbone skin well enough to  make a perfect saggy boob. A breast implant, even where there wasn't a breast prior, would be more flat on the skin, not sagged down and relaxed...especially so soon after surgery.

This look has been done before....Total Recall, anyone?

Or Total Recall, anyone?

Her youtube is pathetic. Her reasoning doesn't hold water. But I bet that boobie prosthetic holds a couple of gallons, though.

Her real name is Alisha Hessler and she lives in Tampa. She made the news last year when she was allegedly assaulted.  I say allegedly because there was never a police report on the incident. She offered her attacker the choice of standing on a streetcorner wearing a dunce cap and holding a sign that read "I beat women" rather than being reported to police and charged with a crime. (Hessler also said "she wanted to have the man who beat her sign a waiver allowing her to beat him for 10 minutes.") According to local police, Hessler withdrew her complaint and "stopped returning their calls" after she was pressed for details of the alleged attack.  So I call bullsh*t on the attack.

Furthermore,  Alisha Jasmine Hessler was taken into custody in Hillsborough County, Florida in March of 2013, and subsequently charged with fraudulent use of personal information.

She's also got a site with just two boobs.  And even more pictures....and a Linkedin...and a youtube under her real name.....

If I had a few moments with Miss Hessler....they would be in the form of smacks to the back of her head followed by a lot of yelling that only a mother could do.  It's 'ladies' like this that make mothers like me grab and hug daughters like mine for having a level head on their shoulders, their feet on the ground and their head held high.


By the way, my face has been this all day.


According to a document by the Tampa International Airport Police ... someone stole a bunch of luggage off an American Airlines conveyor belt, including a black nylon roller bag. Cops caught the thieves after IDing them with surveillance video. The black bag belonged to Tridevil, but before she got it back it was inventoried by police as part of the case against the crooks.

Guess what was inside the bag? "A 3 breast prosthesis." BTW ... she told cops the prosthesis was valued at $5K.

On her Facebook page, she is saying that the prosthetic was a mold for a fan. HA! Please. She's always posting photos of a scar that is MAYBE an inch long stating that it's a skin graft scar. Really. She's really expecting people to believe what she's saying is real. The ignorance is stunning.

And she's also talking about a reality show that she's delusionally convinced she's getting. Someone needs to give this moron a reality check.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

#NoMakeUp #NoFilter

More and more women, famous and not, are posting photos on Instagram with no make up and no filter. The famous ones seem to become heros.

Really? We're supposed to think how brave these women are because they're posting selfies with no make up? That's Brave?

There are SO many articles out there these days...

I'm over it. 

Ladies, it doesn't take balls or bravery or a dare to post a no make-up selfie. It's you. It's your face. Own that shit!

Our young girls of this modern world have such a warped version of what's important these days. Now, more than ever!

With the ability to share everything, literally, with the entire world at the push of a button our kids are far beyond risk. Risk of abduction, risky sex, horrible behavior and inappropriateness of ginormous proportions it's hard to comprehend.....even for as adults. Their self body image is trashed. Their self esteem plummets with the speed of a click. It's surface comparisons. 

It's "Look what I got!"  "Look what I can flaunt!"  "Look at my boobs....!"  Constant physical comparisons. Our attention spans have shrunk to that of a housefly. 

But, back to the selfies. Don't be brave. Be human. Embrace your face. I have. Every wrinkle, I've earned. Every sag, I've earned. I have my dad's baggy eyelids and I'm proud of them. Would I love to have a tighter face....ass....arms that don't wave after I've stopped? Sure....but I also want a house made of marshmallows. Reality people. 

Here I am being so ballsy, so brave, so daring. Oh wait...nope....sorry. It's just me taking a picture on a Wednesday morning during my daily routine at the lake. 

I don't think I'm even all the way awake in this photo, but the teenager must run at the lake every morning and there's no sleeping in for this mama!

In conclusion - I want to dare you to find your balls and be comfortable in your own skin. 


Friday, June 20, 2014

Don't Ask Me How I Am

Just so everyone knows and when someone asks me "How are you doin' today?!" Here's your answer :

I have a headache. Every day.
Every day I wake up with a headache.
I've had seizures since my first migraine more than 20 years ago.
I have a headache right now.
I can handle it. I'm used to it.
When it's a migraine, you'll know.
You'll know because I'll be on the sofa, under a blanket, rocking just a little with a grimace on my face. I may be able to manage small wince now and again, but that's about it. I can't talk. I can't focus to see anything. I'm able to make it to the bathroom and that's about it.

Every step I take is painful.
From the bottoms, then the tops of my feet, to my knees, to my hips to my's all pain.
I limp.
I gimp.
I hobble.
I've had RA since a young age, before that I was diagnosed with 'regular' arthritis at the age of 14.

My feet are swollen..mostly my left foot. It gets so swollen that my skin hurts. It hurts to walk. It hurts to rub it, but I do. It helps the swelling go down. I can put my finger pressure on my skin and leave a huge dent it's so swollen.

Speaking of skin....I keep a heat rash on my arms and the back of my neck through out the summer....because I'm that allergic to heat. So that's annoying as hell.

My fibromyalgia makes my skin literally pins and needles. Fingers and toes. Pins and needles. Sometimes the pain is so great, I can't open a loosely fitted jar lid.

Standing up, sitting down, attempting to's all painful. But I do it...I move...I clean...I cook....etc. While it takes me longer and longer to do or finish...I do it....because if I didn't I'd just have to lie down and wait to die.

How are you doin'?

Friday, May 23, 2014

Dear Nancy Grace....

Ugh.....Nancy Grace...

So many times in her 'career' she has acted on emotions, rather than actual facts. That's not something conducive to any lawyer, or investigative reporter or even some loud mouth host of an HLN television show. She's annoying. She's loud. She's ill-informed. She's rude to anyone she has on her show that has the slightest differing opinion as she.

She's been wrong on more than one occasion.

Let's not forget the time she said how it was ridiculous that pot played a part in Treyvon Martin possibly attacking Zimmerman. Saying, "Trayvon Martin did have marijuana in his system the night that he died.....what difference, if any, does that make? To me it seems that he is less likely to pick a fight with someone. Isn't it true when you smoke pot you just want to lay on the sofa and eat? Pot goes with lethargy...with the munchies....being laid back...NOT with chasing somebody down, jumping out from behind bushes...beating them in the head 'till they're pulpy and basically starting mortal combat. That's not what you typically equate with SMOKING A DOOBIE!"

Touche, Miss Grace....way awesome use of words.

Then to the other side of the spectrum   "People on pot shoot each other. People on pot kill families! Wipe out a whole family! I gotta be drinking booze or I gotta be smoking or I gotta be high on pot ..."

We all know the above's been all over the place. What I want to do is point out how wrong she is while literally looking at a photo that she is showing us all.

Let me start off this part by letting Miss Grace know that she  really....really....REALLY...needs to stop wearing her hair with the clippie of a 4 year old and such a high hump on her damn head she could store a house under it. Please. Please. Just stop.

You can watch the video here....  HLN Nancy Grace

I'd also like to state that Jada and Will Smith should be investigated for a number of wrongs (I feel)  done to their daughter, Willow. Too young to be in show business. Too young to be exposed. Too young to be pushed in the spot light. Regardless if 'she wanted to' and 'it was her choice' kid wanted to eat dirt when she was little...she didn't know best and I put a stop to it....because I have a brain.

Grace starts to compare Willow's case to a case of a toddler who's family begged be removed for her home and was ultimately killed. Nancy....sweety.....don't compare apples and oranges. You should know better. Completely different circumstances and completely different states and jurisdictions. I mean, come on Nancy. Even I know better.

Now....a 13 year old lying in bed with a 20 year old isn't ok. Family friend or not. Do you know how many 'family friends' have molested little 13 year old girls without the consent of lying in bed with them?

You then say, "He doesn't have a shirt on, otherwise he's fully dressed." How do you know that? How on earth can you tell he's fully dressed? Where you there?

Then you say, "They're laughing in the picture."  No. No they're not. There is another photo where the boy, Moises Arias is laughing....but not this one. And the fact that his last name is Arias.....totally wouldn't even let him my house.

It's inappropriate. Would you allow your daughter (we know you have kids, you compare them to every single case involving a child) lie in bed like this? Or is it a case where it's OK now because you agree with it but the next case where a family friend molests or rapes a 13 year girl who he's innocently in bed with you'll raise hell about?

Why is Nancy Grace still allowed on television? I really don't get HLN's choice. I completely don't get people who are 'fans' of hers. And Marsha Clark could TOTALLY give Nancy pointers on her style. Marsha looks WONDERFUL. Sorry, Nancy.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Vegan Chocolate Chunk Cookies

It's a cold (in the 40s, y'all, in Central Texas) and rainy day today. It stormed and thundered and lightening-ed and hailed last night. While others complain about the cold, I relish it. I loathe summer. I loathe heat. So, I'm a happy camper today with the weather.

It seemed only perfect to do some baking.

Back on Valentine's Day I blogged the vegan ganache truffles I made. My daughter noticed I still had some chocolate in the freezer, so she suggested I make some vegan chocolate chunk cookies. How do you argue with that?

While I didn't exactly have chocolate chips, we did 'chunks' out of the vegan (dairy free) chocolate I had.

  • ½ cup coconut oil
  • 1 cup brown sugar
  • ¼ cup plus 1 tbsp almond milk
  • 2 cups flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon baking powder
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup vegan chocolate - chocolate chips, chunks, bark chopped up....etc.
  1. Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees
  2. Cream together the coconut oil (I melt mine in the microwave) ; brown sugar, then add the almond milk.
  3. In a separate bowl mix the flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt.
  4. Combine the wet & dry ingredients. It's a dry dough...meaning it's crumbly. When you make the balls for the cookies, it all comes together. Then fold in the chocolate & any other mix-ins of your choosing.
  5. Roll into Tbsp sized balls & place them on a cookie sheet (or on a sheet of parchment paper on the baking sheet), then flatten them out a bit with your palm. 
  6. Bake for 7-10 minutes.

Chopping the chocolate!

Cookie balls!

The chopped chocolate is just chunked and

There they are!


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Saturday, April 12, 2014

New Items at DawnMoodyDesign

It's been busy here...taking orders, processing orders, shipping orders, gallery work work!

And I am not complaining!

Last night, I was a part of the opening of The Cast in Downtown Waco gallery opening. The Creative Art Studio & Theater, a creative arts space in downtown Waco, is home to the Brazos Theatre Group. Classes, workshops, gallery and more! It's a great place, I met some wonderfully talented people and some of my art is hung on the walls!  Just an awesome thing to get to be a part of!

I also have some new items in the store!

WIRED is a series of word necklaces from wire.

Light Up Wine Bottles....battery operated lights inside a wine bottle decorated with glass baubles in the shape of grapes, leaves and a twine bow.

Announcement/Commemorative Hangers....for baby, weddings, anniversary..

Stop by DawnMoodyDesign and take a look around!

Vegan Cinnamon Swirl Raisin Banana Bread

That's a mouthful.

Literally. A good, sweet mouthful of goodness.

My daughter has become quite the baker and she's been wanting to make something with the dying bananas that have been patiently waiting to made into something. Originally, she wanted to make a banana type cake....with dark chocolate chips. Since we cook vegan, the chips had to be vegan.

Mama's been a bit preoccupied with getting my art together for a gallery showing this weekend and couldn't make it to the store. Bad MommieDawn...I know. And today I'm recouping from having this fibro-ed, RA'ed Aspie'ed body standing for about two hours. I have to decompress the Aspie mind and recoup this pain ridden body...and that all takes time.

I'm very honored and excited to have my art hang at The Cast downtown and to be among many awesome local artists! The exposure is incredible and I've met some great people through this experience!  I plan to be way more involved in my wonderful town that we call home now.

Ok, back to the food!  So, since I've not been able to get to the store, my little resourceful child wanted to make something out of what we do we just put together a loaf of Cinnamon Swirl Raisin Bread....vegan of course.

As I do, I find a recipe I like and tweak it to make it my own. In this case, it was taking a normal recipe and making it vegan...but delicious!

*Remember - 1/4 cup of unsweetened applesauce takes the place of one egg to make recipes vegan.

Cinnamon Swirl Banana Bread
Makes 1 loaf

3 over-ripe bananas, mashed
1/3 cup melted coconut oil
3/4 cup sugar
¼ cup applesauce
1 tsp vanilla
1 tsp baking soda
dash of salt
1 ½ flour

For the swirl:
1/3 cup sugar
1 Tbsp cinnamon

Preheat oven to 350. Oil and flour a loaf pan. Or spray it. Whatever you normally do. I used a normal sized bread loaf pan....a glass one.

Mix bananas, melted coconut oil, sugar, applesauce, and vanilla together. sprinkle baking soda and salt around on top of the banana mixture. Then gently stir in flour. Be careful not to over-mix! This is a somewhat dry batter...more like a loose dough, so don't worry it's not sopping wet.

In a small dish, mix together the 1/3 cup sugar and 1 Tbs cinnamon.

Add 1/2 of the batter to the loaf pan and then sprinkle half, or a little more than half of the cinnamon-sugar mixture all over the batter in the pan. Add the rest of the batter, and then sprinkle the leftover cinnamon-sugar on top.

Bake for 50-60 minutes, but remember, if you’re using a different-sized loaf pan, be careful and keep a close eye on it!

Fresh out of the oven! The house smells DELICIOUS!

The swirl is close to the bottom...

See that plump, warm, juicy, sweet raisin?
Yeah...I ate, real quick. 

The top is a crust of cinnamon sugar goodness!

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Open Letter To Parenthood on NBC

I just can't watch the show.

While it's wonderful there is an Aspie on the show....I nor my daughter as (as Aspies ourselves) just can't take it.

At first, I thought it was cool to see a character my daughter (a teen) could possibly relate to. I thought of the possibilities for her to embrace her AS and not be frustrated with it. I was let down, though. My daughter can't find anything to relate to in Max Braverman....nor can I. It seems Max is the extreme of every possible situation an Aspie could ever be in.  To me, it's just not reality.

All I hear my daughters say is, "I can't stand this show! I am not like that!" As a mother, it makes me sad that the show failed at such a great opportunity. Don't get me wrong, the meltdowns are real....I've witnessed them. Hell, I've had them. It just seems there's not grey area...down time....  Trust me....I get the walking on egg shells, but it's just not realistic to us.

Then there's all the talking that goes on in front of Max...discouraging talk...scared talk. About him or his AS. In front of him. He's not an infant....we know he can hear. That, again, is not realistic. If he freaks out over something, the parents seem scared to ever allow him to do or try again. The anxiety of a parent is almost paralyzing anxiety stress to a kid....even more so for an AS kid. We can feel the stress like vibrations going through us.

In tonight's episode, Max had a meltdown over extra questions for homework that would cut into his time at Hank's studio. Hank seemed to be the only one to help him move through the meltdown....yet no praise seems to be given to Max for moving through them....ever, it seems.  He seems to be rewarded when he acts normal, but not rewarded for being Autistic and learning to move through meltdowns.

It just doesn't make sense to me.When I tell someone I or my daughter has AS, the first response usually is, "OH! Like on Parenthood?!"  And I have to hold my breath before I say (but shout in my head),"NO!"  I understand that every Aspie is different....but this portrayal of AS to such a broad people is just irresponsible. To give people who never have heard of Aspergers THIS view, THIS mediahyped definition just kills me. And I know I'm not alone. And, yes, I understand it's a 'show', I understand it's about a family, not just Aspegers. But, come on. The reality is, people suck this up as gospel.

It's not something that is so detrimental to a parent. I'm that parent. I'm that Aspie. And there is SOOOO much more to it than this show allows. There are the moments that I've watched my child BLOSSOM into an artist, a critic, a photographer, a chef and more. More, every day. When I found out she and I were wasn't SHOCK. Shock was how the show portrayed it...  For me is was "FINALLY!" It was almost a rejoice! I didn't 'break the news' to family like I found out we just had cancer. I told everyone with a smile in my face...and if there were tears, they were tears of joy because it was an answer. It was an answer as to why I seemed to be the only one on the planet that spoke the same language as my child. Since then, it's been learning and teaching and growing. Not tippie toe-ing around like she's a bomb. Not trying to 'fix' us. Not like these parents at all.

Oh yes, I did say I can't watch it..and I did say 'In tonight's episode...', I tried to give it another chance. I can't make it through an entire episode because the dialog, while I understand it's trying to sound unscripted and's too much. Too much noise...too much back and forth and no one takes a breath and gives our ears (and nerves) a break. I'm a nervous wreck watching it.

So...I have to be done. From one mama Aspie...and a teen Aspie....we're done. We just can't.