Saturday, December 31

tether brain

do you remember the game tether ball when you were a kid. well, thats how my brain feels this week, the holidays were so fast paced, i feel like i'm being beat back and forth between family and friends, and i just seem to get settled down to write, then "WHACK"! someone takes another swing and i'm off sailing through a hundred other thoughts, reminders, memories, chores, bills, pets, ect...ect...ect.... so while i have a few wee moments to myself i thought i would tell everyone happy new year, and be safe. i'll work out my resolutions tomorrow, tonight i will eat mary... hehehe, i mean eat drink and be merry. i don't even know that other chick. okay, i'm off now to shit shower and shave, load up the car and head out to the ranchette for a big gay new year. i guess i'll post again next year!

Thursday, December 29

welcome back kotter

i am home, christmas is over. i have survived. more on this story later

Sunday, December 25

Jesus, George Bush, and Me.

So I'm sitting here at a friends house, Christmas night. Hiding from my family. Today I had the pleasure of sitting between two ultra Christians, who both needed to save me. The argument ended with me calling them both old farts, and then having my picture made between the both of them. Hey love g.w, I love chicks, you can see where this sidewalk ends. Now as the beer warms my cheeks and I imagine them both choking on a giant spoonful of democracy. I will spend the next fleeting moments with friends that appreciate who I am , and then I will go back to my family. I love them, really I do...

Friday, December 23

smelly

great fun, my body is tired and still recovering tho. come back and see us again, i won't make you drink so much next time. and i will refrain from stealing your phone. a few more drinks we coulda had a christmas song

1 glass of wine
2 margaritas
3 cape cods each
and too many beers to count.

to the tune of partridge in a pear tree of course.
merry christmas

wear fur you beasts

there are 2 dogs in my house. they are both wearing clothes. they both like the clothes. lola looks at them with much distain. the boy dog has on a t shirt, the girl a sweater and rinestone collar. funny little things they are.

Thursday, December 22

beelers

i was having a granola bar over the keyboard here, and i had a little chuckle when i realized the crumbs were all in the keys. i was remembering the page you told me about when we were chatting the other day, the things we argue about or something to that effect. then i realized, i am to sandra what dawnia is to you...hehehe.

Wednesday, December 21

i had another beach pick up, but then i found this one... no pretty water, but me and my baby were there together. ohhh, awww, i know, i know, damn cutesie lesbo love

ups for meeee

it is ten of the p here, and the ups man just came. dingin on the bell at 10 pm, for the love of my smelly feet and pajamas, those boys dont quit til they deliver everything. now i have to wrestle it away from sandra to see what it is.
it's 65 degrees today, and the sun is bright, and my brain is full, if not over full of thoughts and memories, and things, and all i want to do is lay down on a quilt in the sunshine. brain brain go away, think again another day... back to work

Tuesday, December 20

i took one of those online test that t likes so much, this one is for chakras, here's what mine says...
http://web.tickle.com/tests/chakra/?sid=2005&supp=search_chakra_test&test=chakraogt
now i'm taking my chakra to bed.

Donna, you are radiating positive energy from your:5th chakra.This is the chakra located at the top of your throat. The fifth chakra represents honesty and truth. In your case, this chakra appears to be clear and unblocked so that positive energy can flow from it freely. Radiating positive energy from your fifth chakra indicates that you've cultivated higher wisdom concerning the important life lessons associated with this energy center. You're apt to feel a more burning need than others do to speak the truth, treat people with respect, and act with integrity. Possessing strong fifth chakra energy also suggests that you're not one to fight your life's natural path. Instead, you seem to align your will with divine will.More than many others, you really are able to go with the flow. Perhaps this is because you sense that your life is connected to something greater. Such a belief can help you accept situations that don't go your way. It gives you the ability to remember that life has meaning in store for each of us, regardless of how things appear to be going at any given moment. Your willingness to let your life unfold and to stay anchored to what's true likely gives confidence and inspiration to those around you each day. Such positive energy is admirable. At the same time this positive energy is being conveyed, you are showing signs of an energy disruption in your Sixth Chakra. This blockage could be connected to an internalized fear about what will happen to you if things in your life get out of control. In fact, most of the time, you probably like to predict what is around the bend. Perhaps such planning makes you feel like you can prevent unwanted things from happening. Often this tendency has its roots in childhood when people are most unable to control the negative circumstances in their environment, like a divorce or a loved one's death. At moments like these, it's easy to feel completely powerless and exposed.As a result of such trying experiences — whether in childhood or later on — some people develop a strictness in their lives and a very structured way of handling things. The assumption underlying this kind of behavior is if everything is in place, nothing horrible will occur. However, sometimes life demands change so that a person can grow and develop as an individual. At such times, structure for the sake of safety can be a dead-end road. When you find either a need for control or the fear of collapse building up in your own life, try to reassert that not all uncertainty is bad. Being open to change and surprises can be a wonderful way to both clear your sixth chakra and allow in life's happiness.

It's my job ma'am...




These are a couple pics from spring, I'm finally getting around to updating my design portfolio. So for alls yous guys that wonder what I do all day besides scratch my ass and watch the clouds float by, this is it.

The regal beast


This is the mighty lola, from previous post.

Sniff and run

this is what i think just transpired: the following events are between a cat and ferret, no humans were sniffed or bitten in this odd interaction...


Speedy: Can i sniff your butt?

Lola: NO, I will bite you in your face.

Speedy: How bout i sniff and run?

Lola: Okay, then i will chase you down and bite your face.

Speedy: (sniff sniff)

Lola: meow reow,* wack* bam* biff *smack *bite*

Speedy: How bout now, can i sniff your butt now?

Monday, December 19

The life of a...

toes on the edge...
wait for it...
wait for it....
the build up is electric...
wait for it...
nothing between you and the ground...
wait for it....
in a moment you will know...
feel...
be...
EVERYTHING
wait for it...
static arcs...
wait for it...
lean in...
the air is the only thing holding you in place...
wait for it...
inhale...
wait for it...
let go...
let go...
let go...
sweet release...
fall...
Fall...
FAll...
FALLLLL...
THE WAIT IS OVER...
fall...
fall...
fall...
contact...
impact...
no more wait...
you disperse into a million places...
pieces...
things...
energies...
moments...
you are...
you know...
you thrive...
i think this is how a raindrop feels. i want to be a raindrop.

Daydream believer

So I'm suppose to be doing inventory today, which means that on a five acre lot, with only 2 other people working, I am spending the day wandering around rescuing cold lizards to the greenhouse, whistling at birds, and watching the buck and three doe play in the back nine. I found a hole in the fence, and about 20 yards in the woods, the nicest little hide out. Two chairs, a log foot stool, and multiple beer cans. I believe this to be the secret meeting spot I have heard the boys giggle about. The trees are so dense out there that I want to lay down and make angels in the leaf litter. It smells all warm and earthy, and if I try really hard I can completely drown out the traffic from the distant highway, and just hear the cardinals sing. The black squirrel has been following me around all morning, he always pops out and scares me at the most inopportune times. I just can't seem to concentrate on counting stock, besides, I'm not a moron and I'll have it finished in an hour when I start, but the entire day has been set aside for me to finish this chore. A fresh wood to explore, multiple bugs and lizards to be saved, and my lunch break is almost over. So much world, so little time.

Sunday, December 18

We are not groupies. We are here because of the music, we inspire the music. We are band aids.

You can't see me

Somedays I still have the urge to pull the covers over my head and make myself invisible. Somedays I still do. It works you know. I think in fact that I will start packing an extra blanket for work and outings so that when I am confronted with a situation that I don't want to deal with, I can pull the cover over my head and politely excuse myself. "I'm sorry, you are a dumb ass, and I now have to become invisible." It sounds feasible. I intend to work on it over the Christmas holiday. That is all.

Saturday, December 17

Flaming airplanes and other entertaining tales of pain.

So I am sitting here avoiding the two credit card bills that I forgot to pay this month. As I was looking at them all folded neatly, I couldn't help but reach out and fold one in the shape of an airplane. Okay kids, pull up a chair, fold your bills into airplanes, and don't stop me if you've heard his one.

As a child my mother use to leave me in the less than capable hands of my two older brothers. I still bare scars from many of these misadventures, but the one story that sticks out the most, probably because a good friend of mine use to make me tell it everytime I met one of her friends, was the airplane story, scratch that, the flaming airplane story. You see, my brothers were nothing short of the modern day redneck Macgyvers of their time. A bit of gum, or a length of string became deady weapons as far as I was concerned. Now on this particular day they had chosen to have a friend over, bless him, his name was Walter, as dumb as he was goofy looking. He always managed to break something at our house, so he wasn't suppose to be there. I took it upon myself to enforce this rule in my mothers absents. Apparently I was being a little too bratty that day because the wrath of the three half wits fell on me. First my brothers started throwing paper planes at me, mildly dangerous, not life threatening. Then they started getting crafty, taping up the nose and tail so it would fly faster and hit harder, still no life threat. Then thanks to a flicker of brain control and a roll of duct tape, some small push pins and a lighter... the next damn thing I know I have flaming missiles coming at me in our livingroom. The rest is like a scene from one of those old black and white war films, go with me on the melodrama here. Picture me, just 20 years younger, running away in slow motion just as a flaming airplane, complete with push pin nose piece sticks in my back. I run faster, the flames grow. I stop drop and roll, impaling myself on the push pin. The singed kitchen curtains and charred paper were the only remains of that days battle. I licked my wounds, limped away, and buried those assholes bicycles in the backyard. There really should be a purple heart for growing up .

Friday, December 16

Christmas Break

I was coming home just a bit ago and I got in behind the school bus in my neighborhood. This usually pisses me off. Today I just tooled along behind the bus watching all the happy little Christmas kid types popping off the bus like the door was a magic shoot to happiness. Ahh sweet freedom. The air outside the bus always did smell a little nicer on the day of a holiday break. Little hands filled with this and that red or green thing, mouths dripping with cookies and candies. I know more than a handful of people that would give their right arm for that kind of innocents again. I count myself in that lot. I have however decided that happiness is just that in life. It's this or that shiny thing. It's a mouthful of your favorite candy, you all have one. It's a day at the beach. It's waking up to the purrr of a cat in your ear, or feeling cold feet in your bed. It's the way you feel on a sunny day with the top down. It's the way you feel when you turn in that article early. It's sitting around playing games and talking with old friends. It's whatever makes you smile, I'm droning on like a fool, but I am a happy fool with happy fool friends for the most part. A person like me could do worse I suppose.

Remember

The air is cold, from the river valley I can still see the ice on the mountain top. My fingers are numb, but I keep paddling because the company is warm. Very few people appreciate a 3 hour canoe trip on the Tennessee river in January.

Flash forward, seventy-five feet, now a hundred, to far to go back, "let's climb all the way to the top." A small boulder style rock falls past his head as I travel up first, he just laughs. You are invincible in the safety of friends you know. That day we climbed a waterfall after some flash flooding to the top of montlake mountain. Soaking wet we walked back down the main road til we got to the bottom.

I'm calling in sick, you call too. We'll go white water rafting down the occoee." ok ". Mind you we worked at the same place at the time. Flash forward to rafting: the guide is all watch out for this rapid it's a big one. I listen, tuck in my feet and save a floundering Jeremy from falling over the side. Next rapid, my turn, I see myself going over the side, I see him seeing me go over the side. Nice save, I popped up outta the rapid some 40 feet later. Jeremy just shrugged and jumped in to swim with me. A million and one other great things like that. That's what friends are for.

Flash forward :today, lunch at a greasy spoon. We could barely look at each other, we didn't really talk, but you could tell it was important to be there. I took myself out of the relationship because I didn't want to be hurt when I lost my best friend. Now here I sit hurt ANYWAY because I am driving my best friend away. Tonight Sandra and I have been invited to the new house, with the new boyfriend, and the new dogs, and i will go, and i will smile, and i will know that we are still friends, and that he is trying just as hard as i am to adjust to this thing called life. I know we will always be friends. I just wasn't ready to remember yet.

Thursday, December 15

Oh Brother

Time, 2:12 p.m.
Me, still in my p.j.'s.

I spent last night puking like a frat boy at a whorehouse. I woke up at 2 am, puke, 5 am, puke, 7 am, puke, and finally passed out til now. I am too old for this. Sorry I kept you up all night babe. As my pentance, I am going to go clean the toilets and trash cans that were unfortunate enough to be in my wake. Perhaps i will brush my teeth with the toilet cleaner thing, i think thats the only way to get the scum build up off of my tounge. I am armed with clorox, the charlie brown christmas soundtrack, and a quart of orange juice. So at any time during the day when things just feel to shitty to handle, think of me, in my p.j.'s, hair flapping to the east west north and south, toilet brush in hand, dancing to the linus and lucy song, puke be damned, toilet be cleaned. Good thing i can still blame it on my crazy twenties... It's a good cover story anyway.

Wednesday, December 14

ConversionS

Okay, so i'm wondering, if the serving size and nutritional info is all in spanish, does it still count? Ahhh fuck it, either way i ate the whole thing, yummm. Buy a fat lady a bag of chips and then hug her lard ass. hehe. I'm goin ta hell, I'm drivin the bus, and I'm stoppin at your house, get your shoes asshole your next.

Tuesday, December 13

survival

today i had to decorate another stupid tree at work. i got to choose the theme. i put red garland, and only bird and cat ornaments. when i was done they asked me the theme, i replied, "surviving christmas". they didn't get it, i choose not to explain to them that in everyday life cats eat birds, thus the ironic twist. i'll just let them think i'm weird.
The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break, it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure that it will kill you too, but there will be no special hurry. - Ernest Hemingway

Monday, December 12

Birthday call

i posted this last night , and took it down, at the kind suggestion of a friend i am reposting, it makes me feel a little raw though...


So my brothers both remembered my birthday, and they said their wives made them call, but it's ok, cause they both called. As the last few years of my life have moved on here in san antonio I have realized how much I miss those fuckers. You spend a damn fine lot of your life with siblings if you are lucky enough to have them. I was. I am. We had a shitty life growing up. We never knew we were poor, because everyone we knew was also poor, but we did know we were different. We didn't have a car. We were split up on a number of occasions, which I never talk about because it hurts still, jesus, we didn't have indoor plumbing until I was 5, that's 1981 if you are counting. All beside the point, we are all now in places that make us feel safe. We are all now with people that tell us we are loved. It's one thing to know it , it's another thing to hear it. When you grow up scared, you need to hear it. A blanket of happiness to my mother. I pray for her happiness everyday. She loves us so much. She gave us all she was, and is, and she is still giving. It has just been in the last few years of my life that any of us has ever told each other we love each other. If you love it, it leaves. And fuck him for leaving and passing down a generation of hate and sadness and pain. It has taken my family 30 years to be able again to feel, and this post above all others is more to myself than anyone else. Today I talked to my mom and both of my brothers, and we all told each other we loved each other, and even though I spent today alone, I was loved, and I know it, and that is far better than any gift. Getting older brings a whole new spin on the world. Words aren't quiet as sharp as they use to be, anger is harder to find, and tears flow freely when they need to. It just felt good to hear them say it , you know? Happy birthday to me....

Sunday, December 11

Waiting

wake up and tie your shoes,
pack up your lunch, the world is waiting.
call your pals, brush your hair,
the world is waiting.
look for your keys, pocket some loose change,
the world is still waiting.
feed the cat , check the mail, the world is waiting...
find the place you think you've lost, breathe breathe breathe,
open your eyes...
the world is still waiting

Dec. 12 1976

29 years ago on dec. 12th in the wee hours of the morning my mother sat around debating wether or not she was in labor. at the last minute she decided , yes , i think i am. were it not for the stealth and speed of one doctor, my brain would have been mush. aparently i came to quick and he just happened to catch me. that was the beginning of the fun. shortly after my turbulent arrival, they realized i had poison ivy. yes i was born with it. life has been a series of drops on the head and strange itches since then. thanks mom i have enjoyed the ride.

Easy like Sunday mornin

I was trying to wake up hungover and leave the house all grumpy, but as I was sitting here, I heard the bedroom door open, and the cutest drawer-tailed brown eyed girl came walking in just to tell me she missed me. That's all it takes sometimes. A little hug, a little kiss and the world is all better.

Saturday, December 10

do you wanna know

wanna know what i love?
i love those little mailer demons you get when you send an email and you make the address wrong. sometimes i think those little demons do that on purpose so some emails don't make it. so, hey you, i sent you an email, i thought about it real hard, typed it all up, but it got eaten by a demon. i drank a liter of wine, and this post is a fine lesson to drunk bloggers. if you love a drunk blogger take away the keyboard. hehehe. nah , let em blog. in my mind i am still a rockstar...hehe

fuckwads

fa la la my ass, damn retail america, all dressed in matching family sweaters, so fucking sweet they almost make your teeth hurt. i fully understand why the grinch stole christmas. you buncha asswad retail whores don't deserve it. walk around all smug and cheery until you don't get your way or frosty isn't 20 percent off, then you turn into flaming christmas assholes ....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! i hate you all, shoppers are from hell... i sell plants for a living, don't ask me about glitter balls , the only ones i've seen have been on gay men, put those on your family tree. you spend more on decorations than i earn a month, and expect me to wipe your spoiled asses all the way back to the giant hummers and suburbans you rode in on! well, i'm done with you, all of you, retail whores be warned, my days of nice manager are over, the next one of you bitches that yell at me will get the pleasure of filling out a police report and picking up your damned perfect teeth off the floor, cuz i'm gonna kick you in the face.


okay, now i have vented and i'll go eat my beefaroni, and pretend like i want to go back to work.
jackass muthersuckers, grumble, piss ,moan....

Friday, December 9

The lion, the witch, and the illiterates

Tonight we saw The Chronicles of Narnia. I was amazed at the number of people there that either thought A: it was for small children, although some would like it, or B: it was a bloody battle film. For the love of Mickey Mouse it was put out by Walt Disney. Learn to read you doodie heads, so I don't have to hear you complain about a movie based on a book that the rest of the civilized world has read or at least googled. I liked it, from the get go I suspended my factually based brain and went along for the wholesome ride. It was a pretty film even if it did drag a bit in spots. As for the imagery, believe what you like, I for one find witches and frozen woods and magic of any sort quiet intriguing and a happy escape even if it is just in 2 hour increments.

today

today i am ten feet tall.
i walk around looking down.
tomorrow again i will be small.
and my voice will make no sound.
today i walk around aloof .
the world is my full moon.
i climb the peaks a howling wolf,
the screams make a soothing tune.
today has choosen me,
and not the other way around.
tomorrow i will be small again,
my voice will make no sound.

Poodles are fun

http://joecartoon.atomfilms.com/pages/poodle/

The Past

Disclaimer: when i think i write, and when i'm alone i think, and often it doesnt make sense but it does in fact rhyme, so take it for what it is and don't read to much into it, perhaps it will mean something completely different for you.


if the past came right up and knocked on your door,
would you answer it?
or just look through that stupid peep hole?
if the past still had a key,
would you change the locks?
or just sit around all day waiting for the knob to turn.
if the past were made of sugar crystals,
would you wrap it up in tissue paper?
or swallow it down just like a pill?
if the past came running back like restless abandon,
would you embrace it?
or throw it out just for the thrill.
if the past were cold like bare hands on the snow
would you still remember how warm it made you feel?
if you needed the past the way it still needs you,
would any of this be real?

Thursday, December 8

Good Morning?

So I woke up this morning after the craziest dream, I was all WTF?!? I blame it on all the red wine last night. My day off and I was up at 8:30, bah! Anyway after reading dawnia's blog, I guess it was a bad night for dreams. Don't stop me if you heard this one. (fade out to dreamy music sequence here...) I'm all wandering around in this weird sorta half trailer park kinda city when I meet random hot girl. I'm thinking woo hoo, random hot girl. Random girl approaches and there is a lot of weird and slightly dark/disturbing conversation, but I choose not to care, I mean really random hot chick, random depressed hot chick, same difference. So I'm feeling all guilty because of the wifey and all, so I decide flirting isn't my best option. Well, I am weak in my dreams because random hot chick starts doing random hot chick thing. Okay, so musical interlude here, fill in the blank. Cut to end of dream. I'm all feeling guilty and wondering why I did it, and random hot chick is all, " don't worry I poisoned your drink..."
"I didn't want to die alone."
fuckin weird. All was well though, I woke up in my unsexiest pair of granny panties and flannel pajamas and realized I am not a chick magnet and there is no threat of death by random young thing. wheeew, dodged that bullet...lol. Just thought I'd share.

Tuesday, December 6

Darth Pregnacy

My kingdom for a light saber. Our general manager at work is pregnant. Great, swell, but other than that I don't give a fuck. So you choose to make life, I choose to make mixed drinks. Should I have to listen to the woes of motherhood non stop? My nipples don't leak, and I really don't care if yours do either. Don't get me wrong, babies are cute, but they inspire the same feeling in me that kittens and puppies do, and I don't go around asking female dogs if their boobs leak! Cop a squat and shit the thing out already. goo goo gaga I'm gonna puke. This has just been my morning, I still have to go back after lunch. I think I'll accidentally break my leg or something, by the time I heal she should be on maternity leave. Luke, I am not your father!

Monday, December 5

Toasty warm

Today was kinda cold for San Antonio, so I broke out the coat and finally put away the sandals. I've been in a touch- me- not kinda mood today, so I took jobs that required the least help, and the most away from customer time. I spent most of the morning just watering plants in the cold wind and early sunshine. I had a lot of time to think as you might imagine, and I got all nostalgic about being a kid. My mom was always real protective of me when I was little, she still is, but especially when I was little, being the only girl and what not. She use to walk me to the bus stop everyday... everyday...EVERYDAY! Till sixth grade... Now as a pre-teen that sucked, but when I was little it was great. I hadn't really thought of all those cold dark mornings waiting for the bus in ages. Something about the cold air today made me pull my coat a little closer and wrap it around me like a hug. When I was a little girl, I would run to my mom on those cold mornings, and she would open up her coat and wrap it around me all warm and tight. For all the crazy shit that happened to us when I was a kid, she always made me feel safe. When I go back to visit she still does. I guess that's just what mama's do. Hummm...Warm...Toasty....G'night

Sunday, December 4

Ears and Eyeballs

Today was a pretty boring Sunday at work. We are all Christmas o rama right now, which I kinda hate, but everybody else likes, so I have to be all Christmas cheer and shit. Anyway, our store is built over an inground swimming pool, use to be a party house in the day I hear. We have made the pool into a koi pond, and we have some fish that are up to 2 feet long. Kids love it. There's your build up. So, it must have been daddies weekend in San Antonio. All day we had dads with their kiddies in and out for this crazy light or that funny snowthing. I met the cutest little bundle of tomboy I'd ever seen today. About 3 I guess, all ears and eyeballs, bright and shining in a store of over 5 million breakable things. She wondered around in her hunting vest and boots with her hippy dad for a while til she spotted the pond. We have 4 foot rails around the fish pond for this reason. The call was too much.... The need too great....
splash! A myriad of ornaments to the swimming pool. (we keep a net for this reason.) a thousand tears later, and several minutes of coaching finally brings the little felon over. She said she was sorry and told me she dropped something in the pond. A short talk with dad and a few more tears brought out a confession of a seasoned preschool criminal."Okay, I threw them in..." She spoke so well for her age and she chewed on every tear until the full truth had been spilled and her wrongs were righted. I thanked her for her apology and patted her head. Her dad felt awful, but I just laughed it off and told him the lesson he taught her by making her own up to it was more important than any damage done. In the end I gave her something she could throw in the pond...Fish food. It gives me hope that at least some parents are still teaching their kids right from wrong.

Friday, December 2

Shopping follies

Tonight Sandra and I went on the obligatory Christmas shopping trip to the outlets in san marcos. I got the kids fun clothes at timberland, and old navy and a new dickies jacket for myself some shirts for the wifey. I must admit I like walking from shop to shop, watching all the people take tags off and throw boxes out in parking lots so they can take the stuff back across the borders tax free. America the land of the cheap name brand. I also like watching the people herd their kids back in. Tonight when we were walking past a toy store, a little girl was inside on one of those horses you feed a quarter and bounce around on for a minute or two. She was having the biggest time, as I walked by she took her finger out of her nose long enough to wave at me. It was gross but oddly cute in that completely innocent kinda way. So here's wishing you all luck at your shopping chores, and remember if you can to not get so caught up in the moment that you forget to take your finger outta your nose and wave once in a while. HoHoHo

Piss off, I am cool!

Haha, I'm sitting here eating fruit and veggies for my early healthy lunch,( I really want a taco)and I'm all swaying back and forth to girly indie music like a fuckin hippy. The laundry is done...That is all.

La amor de mi vida...

So I'm sitting here in my drawers, thinking to myself how nice it is to have someone to sit around the house in my drawers with, I am so spoiled. I think I might just stay here forever.Te amo me amor!


PCD- Stick with you
"Nobody's going to love me better
I'm going to stick with you Forever
Nobody's going to take me higher
I'm going to stick with you
You know how to appreciate me
I'm going to stick with you My baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way
I'm going to stick with you
I don't want to go another day
So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind
See the way we ride
In our private lives
Ain't nobody getting in between
I want you to know that you're the only one for me"

Rise and shine

Well, I'm up early might as well be productive today. I plan on having the last load of laundry done by 9:30. I went to go pee this morning while S was doing the tooth brushing thing. I scared her, which scared me, and poof, everyone is awake. I will make the best of it. Oh by the way, the carpets are lovely, I got lots of compliments from the lil'woman. Go me.

Thursday, December 1

Donna the hut

What happened. What happened to hiking, canoeing, biking, and other misc activities. Contentment happened. My mom always judges a good relationship by how fat people get in the first 2 years. Well mama, I am damn near nirvana. That sounds like a good book title :MAMA, I AM DAMN NEAR NIRVANA. The life story of a fat lesbian who hates drama. Anyway where was I . Right now I am only blogging to give myself an excuse to not shampoo the carpet. I have promised to do this for weeks now. I'll do it. I need more coffee first. I need to go shopping today. I need to get ready to see the boy tonite, we are taking babysteps. I need to shave my legs. I need to feed the 9000 fish we now have. Four aquariums and growing. Who knew they multiplied so quickly. Speedy needs a bath. The kitchen needs cleaned. Litter boxes a go-go must be tackled. I need a shower. I need a beer. Maybe a beer then a shower and the rest will come naturally. I only have one beer in the house, that's a bonus. I can't get drunk unless I get more, which means I have to leave the house and once I'm out I will feel guilty if I don't do the other things while I am there. i have wasted my time, now i only have 3 hours before sandra gets home. great , i can incorperate a work out with chores since i'mma have to move at the speed of light. 2 birds with just one stone. i think i'll cut my nails first ....