shameless photo's of the day.

friends.

my Bella is sick,
and mr fart blossom has lost his bottom 2 front teefies.
today i found myself doing MORE laundry.
cleaning more,
and being part Mommy,
part house wife.
i wouldn't trade my life for the world.
it is amazing how friends are the reminders of lessons learned.
in passing,
one tells you of something in their own life that evokes flashback memories and emotions within your own self
of something
somewhere
someone
from light years ago.
friends are the reminders of lessons learned from days gone by.
to my friends,
i say thank you.
i have the best friends a girl could have.

"Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say."
"A true friend is someone who knows there's something wrong even when you have the biggest smile on your face."
"The best mirror is an old friend." --George Herbert
"A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature." -- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Life is to be fortified by many friendships. To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness of existence.-Sydney Smith
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.-Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-1968)

bah.

so its almost 11:30 on a tuesday night and i am absolutely bored to tears.
i've done all of the cleaning i'll do for today,
as well as all of the laundry i'll do.
i made a good dent in the post vacation chaos.
i'll finish tomorrow.
in theory,
i want to finish the rest tomorrow.
honey's getting sick with what struck me on the 1st day of our vacation.
she'll be okay,
she just needs some downtime.
so i am frustrated with the media,
and our government.
but what else is new?
diverting attention is america's specialty.
we're fucked anyways,
so i mean,
ya know?
ya try and nothing happens.
yea,
paris is helping flush our society right down the shitter.
but oh well.
i really wish i had something to say,
but i don't.
bah.
g'night.

this is what happens when grandma has you for 10 days.

florida.

okay so before Florida was the Harley fiasco.
my toes danced on the cliff of insanity.
thank goodness for that emergency vet place in Cola.
Florida was relaxing.
my first day there,
i get sick & had to sit it out.
nice, right?
yea i thought so too.
but i was up & at 'em the 2nd day.
its so nice there.
the most noise was a medic/fire truck going out to a call.
by the time monday rolled around,
i was plenty ready to get my babies.
jackson doubled in size
and harley lost weight.
my lil'est one got bitten on his tummy and hoo-hoo by ants.
lol,
never a dull moment at my mom's.
i'm glad to be home.
here are the florida pics!!

harley crisis.

Okay so wow.
The GI Doc wanted blood for a test.
That was horrendous.
Woman drove needle INTO my thumb knuckle.
Yea I'm so not happy about that.
I've been a childless Mother since Tuesday.
My Mom has them.
Tonight disaster ensued.
My Mom & Margaret had to take my eldest boy to Columbia tonight.
He had welts all over his face
and Florence being the wonderful cesspool that it is,
is lacking a 24 hour emergency Vet.
A shot of Benadryl and $95 later,
he is returning to Florence with his grandma.
Thank GOODNESS it was nothing more.
I 'bout liked to have had a breakdown as is!
He is my child.
I am his Mom.
It was agonizing to be so helpless.
I hate to see how I'll be as a Mother of an actual HUMAN infant!!
But all is well now,
so its okay.
Now maybe we can enjoy our trip with sound mind.
bnb.

tact.

so this weekend was amazing.
friday night,
i partied with an old friend of mine.
my 15 y/o sis mopped the floor with my drunk ass.
hadn't gotten drunk in a seriously LONG time.
it was great to see him.
he is a great friend.
my aunt...
delusions from her high state of disgrace
morph into defamatory absurd allegation that have no basis and are totally false.
grain of salt,
my dear friends.
grain of salt.
jackson and harley gobbled up by all.
the wedding,
short,
the reception,
nice.
a childhood friendspewed ignorant hatred,
which did shock me.
with little minds come little things.
it was interesting to see another childhood friend,
i was fake nice to her.
tact.
yes,
tact.
something us Southerners have seem to have long forgotten.
pictures are on the way as soon as i can upload them ALL.
peace out.

porches.

Tonight, I fixed my supper and ate it on our back porch to watch the thunderstorm. I sat there, in our screened in porch, looking out across the yard. Our humble little garden was drinking the water like Jackson eats his food; voraciously. I looked at our hard work and couldn’t help but to smile. Not because of a grandiose ego because of the fruition of our hard labor; no. What I saw through the night’s blanket of darkness, through the flashes of sporadic bolts of light, and through the much desired rain was happiness. I saw pure bliss at its finest.

Like a knee-jerk reaction, a rod of lightning snapped me back to another porch, another time when bliss was about as abundant as water in the Mohave. My nose pressed up against the glass of the screen door, the sky gray and humble. The clock just wouldn’t boil quickly as I wanted it to; the seconds seemed like hours on end. Everyone had a Princess on their minds, I, an Angel. Both candles burned out, long before their legends ever will. I painfully ached for her homecoming; she was my last rock. My saving grace in that time of despair, but then again, most grandmothers are.

The world didn’t stop for my broken heart then, and hasn’t as of yet. The tides came and went, and I soon found myself on yet another porch facing the lake I grew up on during the summer times. I was always captivated by the water. It represented the mystery of what was beyond the porch, beyond my parents. I resided in a world rich in fantasy, as do all teenagers, carefully planning out my days as a step ford wife to prince charming and avid world traveler. That water is what I yearned to immerse myself in, yet I feared it as a mouse fears a snake. It was my future, the unknown.

Just as sudden as that bolt from the blue, a cold wet nose touches my heel and I am brought back to my own porch. What I see is my wife eating her supper beside me, one little furry critter asking me to pick him up, and the other critter begging for food when he knows he’s not supposed to. Yes. Yes, this is my porch; my bliss.

jackson & milkyway's first swim together...

ro's.

paris spelled afghanistan and iraq.
AND she WANTS to do her time.
what has this world come to?
Rosie withdrawals makes me an edgy soul.
an addict without her fix
can be a grumpy b----.
all the while, my sons sleep.
to them,
paris a destination,
not a fixation.
they know no Rosie,
only Roses.
musings all around
with no canvas to paint.
what will i do?
its time to smell the roses.

blessings.

I have pondered the Reba concert much since our homecoming.
The concert was held in the most intimate arena I've yet seen.
It was warm,
but not intolerable.
Let me digress;
I am an avid Reba fan,
have been since my childhood,
pre "Fancy" days.
I've been to concerts where this lady has emerged from fire,
an airplane,
and a taxi cab…
ALL ON STAGE!!
For "Is There Life Out There,"
there were desks,
chalkboards,
graduates,
etc.
These performances were nothing short of a full fledged theatrical performance!
My goodness,
seeing 17 tractor trailer trucks in the Florence Civic Center parking lot was indeed a sight to behold!
In this recent concert,
there was colored lights,
and I'm sure I spotted some fog up there with her,
but she is a long way from changing clothes from behind a shower stall door!!
Another noticeable change was in her voice;
she did her yodel-kinda thing at the end of "Whoever's In New England"
instead of that high pitched end.
I am SOOOOOOO thankful we went;
our seats were FABULOUS!!
For a woman in her 50s,
Mrs. McEntire SHO' was SMOKIN!!
A rather magical aspect,
was that fire flies danced above us throughout the concert!!
It gave it a romantic atmosphere.
The diversity at the concert was moving!!
Gays outnumbered straights BIGTIME!!
A 15ish y/o girl that looked like Snow White,
Mothers that wanna be their daughters,
and a black man in a kilt!!
We had fun seeing Mason;
we always love to see him!
My future baby daddy is a true southern gentleman!
This Paris Hilton stuff is hilarious to me.
Whoah es me!
Our media is fixated on a spoiled heiress who can't hack 45 days in prison,
but not the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for an illegal war?
No skewed vision there,
is there?
I can't watch the TV news anymore;
the hatred oozes out my TV into my home.
I'm not blind to the hatred which resides in our country;
it just stops at our doorway.
This is our humble abode,
our safe place from this harsh world.
Thank goodness for that.

Pictures from this trip.

The Three Disgraces.

La Primavera is one of Sandro Botticelli's best known paintings. The angelic figures shown in this ethereal work of art all represent mythological characters. While viewing this painting at the Uffizi, my eyes were drawn to the fluid movement and delicate beauty of the Three Graces. According to Greek mythology, the Three Graces represent beauty, charm and joy. Contemporary mythological characters such as Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton are the antithesis of grace. This makes them the Three Disgraces. They represent sleaze, trash, and desperate cry for attention. What makes these women think we want to see high resolution photos of their bald, flabby, and in Britney's case, Kevin Federline-infected genitalia? If they want to show off their crotch, why don't they just go ahead and pose for Playboy? Their girlie bits would be thankfully photo retouched to oblivion and our precious eyeballs would be spared the harsh detail of pimples, stubble, cesarean scar and general ickiness sullying their private parts.

r blog.

a lady after my heart:
her fave sweets are smores & rice crispy treats...
AND...

Brady writes:

Are you a Reba McEntire fan?

yes (says rosie)

life.

well lets see.
i feel like talking.
if we had tried,
we couldn't have planned our summer any better.
july will be the first real vacation with my family in 7 years.
i am eagerly looking forward to it;
boiled pnuts and an ice cold coca cola
sittin on the front porch gazing at the ocean.
amazing.
i went to the dermatologist,
mr overly nice dr
prescribed an oral med
and
a topical treatment.
i'm looking forward to feeling better about myself.
the ENT appointment is before florida.
and the gastroenterologist before florida, as well.
i'm DEFINATELY looking forward to that RELIEF!
i'm like 99.99% sure its IBS.
*sigh*
lucky me.
LoL.
i'm also kinda looking forward to going to florence for the wedding.
i bought a new dress.
me,
in a dress.
ha.
its a summertime, funky kinda dress,
so maybe i won't be so femme.
last night
i was traumatized.
the wonderful clusterfuck that i am,
dropped my nice ass cell phone into the shitter.
(which, thank bob, had nothing but water in it.)
its currently being dried out on our kitchen table.
cross ya fingers for me.
my boys and i went to see SHREK 3.
it was cute for what it was.
mom & cheryl saw PIRATES together.
they said it was loooooong.
i was suprised mom let me drive the twins on my own.
but i was ecstatic about it!!
jackson is doing well.
OMG HARDHEADED!!
but i keep reminding myself that he has to learn his boundries,
bc after all,
it is all new to him.
but the second my wife catches him in our garden,
its over for him.
my harley,
the fiercest squirrel hunter either side of the mason-dixon,
tried him damnedest to nab him a bunny last night.
i'm getting jacked up about seeing reba.
i found out that rosie,
my dream butch,
is touring with the true colors tour.
they'll be at the very same stadium in ATL as reba.
*sigh*
one day,
my butch and i will meet,
one day.
my mom bought my boys a new xbox 360.
they deserved it.
now,
if we can just get margaret a replacement ipod.
they still haven't nabbed that punk ass bitch who robbed them.
life is great.
it truly is.
my heart beats even deeper now;
so full of love
and it keeps growing.
anyways.
i'm through rambling.
peace out mudderfuckers.