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.

wonderful

reba in atlanta.
reuniting with childhood friends in florence
florida at the end of june
and now
a prestine NC beach shore awaits us in July.
how Blessed are we.

bliss.

Memorial Day in Florence with my family, wife, and chi'ren.

words of encouragement.

from mrs. melissa etheridge to rosie.

wtf, man.

White House Seeks Lying Czar

and

G.O.P. Hopefuls Clash Over Who is the Whitest

i was blind, but now i see.

this year's American Idol was boring as hell.
it comes as no surprise that Jordin won.
I must admit that I was disappointed by the Divine Miss M.
I was hoping for a power house performance from the lustrous Bath House Bette.
either way,
it was wonderful to see her perform.
might I add in,
that Kelly Clarkson rocked the house.
oh,
how I love crappy TV shows.
there was absolute nothing on tonight.
however,
Elisabeth hasselback is a ignorant bitch.
but,
that’s nothing new.
I will always be on Rosie’s side.
none of that matters because,
as Reba sings,
talk is cheap and the price is high.
Recently,
the GLBT community lost one of its own due to this sheer outrageous catastrophe.
as a house wife,
i wondered if there was anything i could do about this
(along with this other war bullshit),
so i found a solution what i,
as an individual,
could do.
i wrote a letter to my senators,
imploring them to pass the Matthew Shepard hate crimes Act in the US Senate.
if you are as sickened by this heinous crime as i am,
please do as i did and give voice to well deserved justice for everybody.
this is NOT an act for gay marriage,
this is an act to PROTECT EVERYONE EQUALLY under the hate crimes statute.
i'll outline how to find your senators,
& a pre-written letter to send.
(this is the letter as given to me by the HRC.)
a simple email can and DOES raise awareness.
i have written emails to the senators before and have received an actual letter back via snail mail from one to whom i wrote.
please take 5 minutes out of your day so we can give hope to justice for all.

1- How to find your local senators-
http://capwiz.com/hrc/dbq/officials/
2- Pre-written Letter-
Dear [ Decision Maker ],
As your constituent, I am deeply concerned about hate crimes, and I am writing to ask that you represent the interests of your state by voting YES on the Matthew Shepard Act.Americans overwhelmingly approve of legislation to prevent hate violence.
In fact, three in four (or 68%) support expanding hate crimes laws to include sexual orientation and gender identity and giving local law enforcement the tools and resources they need to investigate and prosecute these tragic acts of bigotry.
I am confident that you will champion the will of voters in your community and the majority of Americans, and bring our federal hate crime laws into the 21st Century, by ensuring that all of our citizens are protected against senseless hate violence.
While a random act of violence against any individual is always a tragic event, we know that violent crimes based on prejudice are meant to terrorize an entire community. As Americans, we must defend our neighbors from becoming victims of bias-motivated violence.
I urge you to vote for this very important legislation.

We, as Americans,
for the time being anyways,
have the power to change this.
Tiananmen Square is proof,
as are Martin Luther King Jr. and Gloria Steinem.
this is still the United States of America.
do what you can to be a responsible and informed citizen
(unlike that dumb bitch Elisabeth H. on The View,
who is nothing more than a well placed widely viewed tool for the right wing propaganda.)


I would also like to leave you with an address of one of the two hospitals for wounded war vets.
please,
if anything,
send a postcard to tell these girls & guys thanks.
(I would post the address to Walter Reed Army Medical Center,
but “Walter Reed Army Medical Center continues to be overwhelmed from the tens of thousands of Americans showing their support to our Wounded Warriors here in the form of cards, letters, care packages and more. However, this patriotic level of support has not only heightened security concerns but has also increased administrative burden, drained resources and limited other functions. Therefore, the medical center is phasing out its ‘To Any Wounded Soldier’ mail program. It is instituting a more effective alternative for such American generosity.
Whether individuals or groups want to send a care package to a soldier, donate airline miles to help reunite returning military men and women with their families, support scholarship funds or send support to wounded service members, the organizations listed below that are dedicated to helping soldiers and their families.
http://www.americasupportsyou.mil
http://www.defendamerica.mil/support_troops.html
http://www.usocares.org/src/uso_donate.htm
http://www4.army.mil/ocpa/tooursoldiers/
http://www.redcross.org”



BROOKE ARMY MEDICAL CENTER
3851 ROGER BROOKE DRIVE
FORT SAM HOUSTON, TX,
78234

2.

sinus headache for 2 days straight.
joyous me.
ah,
but tis temporary, no?
somehow
i can see that i should be grateful for the headache.
at least i can have headaches.
i'm getting homesick.
i can't wait til next weekend.
yay!!

i wonder.

Not sure why,
but Prick has been in my head more than I care to like.
I wonder how he feels on my birthday.
I wonder if he thinks of me.
Not that I care what he thinks of me,
as he has made that blatantly and painfully crystal clear.

“Sometimes I think about you
Wonder if you’re out there somewhere thinkin' 'bout me
And would you even recognize the woman that your little girl has grown up to be
‘Cause I look in the mirror and all I see are your brown eyes lookin' back at me
They’re the only thing you ever gave to me at all”

I have no desire to attempt to erect another disastrous relationship with him.
But I think that now as an adult,
looking back,
it would’ve been nice to have truly been a daddy’s girl.
I also know now that parents are far from perfect;
mistakes are made,
especially when you’re the guinea pig.
But I also know that if you allow for it,
love can smother the anger and hatred.
To live one’s life submerged in that darkness
undoubtedly causes blindness to all.
I vowed to eradicate every trace of him from me.
But as time paces onward,
I’d be foolish to deny the reflection I see in the mirror.
You can see him.
While I may not like that,
I can also see where he isn’t,
as compared to where he was.
And I think that,
is quite grand.
"What lies behind us and lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us." – Ralph Waldo Emerson

pimptastic.

bliss.

My decision to take the summer off was a challenging one;
albeit the correct one.
First con on the list:
the heat situation.
Fellow IBS sufferers can easily comprehend.
Second con:
Can't really spend loads of quality time with my Pookie
Third con:
Wouldn’t be able to freely concentrate on training Jackson.
Fourth con:
Skipping classes to travel.
Fifth con:
My attention would be stretched too thin to actually do what I’ve been wanting to,
such as get a couple of paintings finished,
and read a few of the books I’ve been wanting to complete.
Yes, it will take me longer to finish school,
but hey,
if I can take my own pace and keep a 4.0 GPA,
I think I’ll be doing FANTASTIC!!
I was unaware until this afternoon at how remarkably well behaved Jackson is for his age.
We took him to his first puppy class sponsored by our vet,
and the other puppy there was a 6 month old Shi-orkie.
Well, it was obvious to any dog owner that this dog has issues.
Aggressive,
unruly,
not house trained,
or crate trained.
Ha!
It’s been 2 whole days since our youngest son has had any accidents!!
He’s not aggressive,
he’s crate trained,
and mostly obedient.
I am a PROUD Mommy.
We were told what to work on (Come, Sit, Down),
and how to handle the whining.
And that was really all we were told to do!!
Speaking of Mommies…
Mother’s Day was fabulous.
My Mother-In-Law loved her diamond necklace we got her.
I’m sure my Mom will love hers too.
We’ll go there in about a week;
They weren’t home for Mother’s Day weekend.
Oh I cannot WAIT for this summer!!
The trips we have planned are awesome:
Georgia to see REBA!!
(For the SIXTH time, might I add!!)
Florida back to the Gulf Coast!!
Folly and Florence of course,
and quite possibly Georgetown/Pawley’s Island.
Yesth, yesth.
And,
and,
AND…
Bella’s gonna head to the bank sometime soon.
Yesth, progress is being made.
Life is great.
bnb,
IT really happens.

happy birthday, asshole.

I Wonder

Kellie Pickler

Sometimes I think about you
Wonder if you’re out there somewhere
thinkin’ ‘bout me
And would you even recognize the woman
that your little girl has grown up to be
‘Cause I look in the mirror
and all I see are your brown eyes
lookin’ back at me
They’re the only thing
you ever gave to me at all
Oh, I hear the weather’s nice in California
There’s sunny skies as far as I can see
If you ever come back home to Carolina
I wonder what you’d say to me
I think about how it ain’t fair
that you weren’t there to braid my hair
like mothers do
You weren’t around to cheer me on
Help me dress for my high school prom
like mother’s do
Did you think
I didn’t need you here to hold my hand,
to dry my tears
Did you even miss me through the years at all?
Oh, I hear the weather’s nice in California
There’s sunny skies as far as I can see
If you ever come back home to Carolina
I wonder what you’d say to me
Forgiveness is such a simple word
But it’s so hard to do
When you’ve been hurt
Oh, I hear the weather’s nice in California
And just in case you’re wonderin’ about me
From now on I won’t be in Carolina
Your little girl is off,
your little is off, your little girl is off
To Tennessee

so cute..

bnb.

my son adores laundry sheets.
ya know, the kind ya throw in the dryer with ya clothes.
he doesn't eat them,
or even try to eat them.
he just likes to chew on them and wrestle them.

update.

Wow.
An update is necessary.
Jackson is hitting a growth spurt, big time!
When we took him to the Vet for his second round of shots,
the little booger has gained 2 lbs in three weeks!!
But I tell you one thing,
my hair’s gonna go gray before its time.
I completely forgot about the hard part of house training.
Not just simple house training,
but a MALE DACHSHUND!!
if you’ve never owned a Dachshund,
then you can empathize.
Anyways,
so it has come to the day where a third grader delinquent can commit the “perfect crime.”
some rat bastard punk ass dipshit robbed my mama’s house,
taking a variety of stuff belonging to my siblings.
Anonymous tips:
the public’s best friend.
So it appears as if Orangeburg was in the news again.
*sigh*
Lucky us.
Cheryl & I did catch a few snapshots of our ALMIGHTY PROTECTORS wrapping up.
Here Here and Here.
Is it any wonder that our world is coming to Virginia Tech massacres,
a tyrant president,
global warming,
illegal wars,
and torture?

lmao!!

good-bye Mr. Lima Bean.

the lonely Lima bean
is now content & fulfilled.
he has joined his family
in the bowels of a rural septic tank somewhere in the area of south carolina.
good-bye Mr. Lima Bean.

the woes of a wayward lima bean.

the lonely Lima Bean
was doomed to a life of depression,
resentment,
and anger
when the giant woman
took his family away from him.
he shakes his fists in defeat
and vows vengence
as he screams
"damn you, woman!"

mmmm...

a stimulating dream this morning has refueled my lust for Rosie.
my,
my,
oh my.
such a tease,
she was.
only in my dreams
will i formulate a conspiracy theory to eliminate Kelly,
my rival.
LoL.
many fail to comprehend;
but it makes total sense to me.
the perfect butch.
mmmm...

the meaning of life.

ya think?

Bush Has One Of Those Days Where He Feels Like 68 Percent Of People Hate Him
May 2, 2007 WASHINGTON, DC—
In an East Room press conference Tuesday, President Bush told reporters that he had the "sneaking feeling" that 68 percent of the U.S. population hated his guts that day.
"Maybe it's just me, but when I woke up this morning, it really seemed like 60 percent of men and 77 percent of women didn't want to have anything to do with me," Bush said. "I'm even getting the feeling that nearly two out of every three people who identify themselves as devout Christians—people who usually love me—are giving me the cold shoulder lately."
Though Bush admitted he found it "disquieting" that more than two-thirds of the country thinks he is not the right man to lead the nation, he assured the public that he "won't let it affect the way [he does his] job in any way."

shit.

It comes as no surprise that Monkey Butt has vetoed the Iraq pullout timeline bill.
he has postponed thinking about this until 2009,
and is showing little appetite for compromise in his meeting with Dems today,
concerning a funding bill for Iraq.
Monkey Butt wants a blank check.
of course he does,
the more he can prolong the war,
the thicker his pockets get.
our congress MUST unite
to scrimmage up the required number of votes to over ride the veto.
but with that,
the parasite that is everyman’s’ agenda comes into play fucking the whole thing up,
sucking the blood right out of anything that could possibly be of any good for this country.
but never mind that,
all the attention is on who’ll replace Rosie on the view.
what a fucked up society in which we call home.
our focus needs to be readjusted
so we can more adequately see the strife within our own society,
instead of being the playground bully
and the hypocritical Christians attempting to “educate” the “Neanderthals” to Christ’s ways.
does this mean that God condones this war?
what kind of God would do that?
I was under the distinct impression that “God” was supposed to radiate love.
would this “God” approve the American death toll SINCE THE WAR BEGAN on 3/19/03,
it being ESTIMATED that American CAUALTIES in Iraq between 23,000 to 100,000?
WHERE IS THE OUTRAGE?!
when the media refers to these soldiers as “troops”,
we are again being desensitized to this ILLEGAL war!!
TROOPS ARE INDIVIDUAL MEN & WOMEN WHO SACRIFICED THEIR LIVES FOR AN ILLEGAL WAR.

WAKE UP, PEOPLE!!


This and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears he is a protector. -Plato

PLEASE VISIT THIS SITE!!
http://www.antiwar.com/

9/11 First Responders Dying at Rapid Rate!!

update...

Well time for an actual update:
yesterday I had this freakish sickness thing.
my joints were inflamed,
my face was partially swollen,
I got a headache,
and I was both dizzy and nauseas as hell.
my baby had to pump me up with drugs so I could sleep it off.
and boy howdy!!
did I ever!!
that was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long while!
my baby is growing so fast!!
he can now almost run up the back porch steps without hitting his chin on each step,
and his personality is blooming faster than the spring flowers.
I’m pretty sure I traumatized him today though,
when he began smelling like butt
I broke down and bathed him.
he just tried to get out the tub,
but he didn’t fight too much.
Sunday Cheryl & I went to Old Navy
so I could get some bday clothes.
I LOVE MENS CARGOS!!
they totally ROCK!!
school is drawing to a close.
yippieeeeeeeeeee!!
I’ll enclose a link to all the bday party links…
peace out.


MY BDAY PARTY PICS

queer!

now,
i normally do not read
ross the intern,
but i had to repost his post that is just,...
well...
QUEER!!


Today's topic is...
If you could bring back any sitcom from the past, which one would you choose and who would you cast in the roles?
I'd bring back Designing Women but I'd call it Designing Men and I'd play the role of Julia Sugarbaker (Dixie Carter) except I'd be called Johnny Sugarbaker and I'd be all Southern and confident and no-nonsense-straight-to-the-point-don't-mess-with-me assertive, only without the shoulder pads.

beautiful purple.

the party was spectacular!!
my soul was lit ablaze with the love surrounding me.
i am so appreciative
of all i have.
my heart is still emanating rays of joy today.
i hope this feeling never leaves.
my family fell in love with our new addition to the family.
fussing over who's turn it was to hold him.
four wheeler rides for all.
ellis and that mach 1...
goodness!!
"i've only seen them in magazines"
a simple dream come true.
a rough and tough lil boy brought down by allergies.
well,
both of them actually.
a country girl camouflaged as a city girl.
pictures to come later.
for now,
off to Cola we go!

harley's peculiars.

my eldest,
horrified of vaccums.
but attacks a lawn mower.
that's my boy!

state of grace.

May I be happy, well and peaceful.
May my parents, grandparents and ancestors be happy, well and peaceful.
May my brothers and sisters, my spouse and children, my grandchildren
and all future generations be happy, well and peaceful.
May all my friends and all my enemies be happy.
May all human beings sharing the earth be happy.
May all forms of life, plants, animals, birds, fish and insects be happy.
May all sentient beings in the universe be happy.
May we all be free from suffering and pain.
May we all be free from attachment of greed, anger and ignorance.
May we all attain perfect peace and happiness of Enlightenment through
Buddha's Wisdom and Compassion.


May all beings have happiness and the causes of happiness;
May all be free from sorrow and the causes of sorrow;
May all never be separated from the sacred happiness which is sorrowless;
And may all live in equanimity,
without too much attachment and too much aversion,
And live believing in the equality of all that lives.



you know,
tomorrow's my birthday.
i'm sitting here thinking that i will be 25.
25.
wow.
it doesn't seem real.
i am an adult.
it seems absurd.
COMPLETELY.
i'm not where i thought i'd be at in my life.
but then again,
i dreamt fairytales by the seat of my pants.
so,
hell,
i didn't even really know where i wanted to be.
i believe i know the direction i am to go;
destiny will continue to take my hand and lead me.
i have been many places
and seen many faces.
but this i know,
i am most definately in a state of grace.
and this place,
this place is where i call home.
i feel as if i am at an intersection;
a convergence,
if that is even a word.
like in Frequency where the past meets the present.
the dividing line of my past is merging with my present.
yes indeed,
my state of grace.
this is it.
this is my utopia.
life aint perfect,
and by far,
aint fair.
and shit still happens.
always will.
but hey,
i think that its good that we can atleast still have the shit happen.
i mean,
not to be sinister,
but we could be "pushin up daisies."
i'm 25.
and i'm happy.
now,
my wisdom tells me
it don't get better than this.



grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
the courage to change the things I can;
and the wisdom to know the difference

gloating.

okay, lets explain. 1st pic is 1st family pic.
2nd pic is Jackson taking a cat nap.
ha.
3rd pic...Jackson's bed offended him,
so he was paying retributions.
4th pic,... aint he ADORABLE?!

treasures.

Today I finished putting our flowers down.
while durrin so,
I had both of our sons with me.
Harley just kinda hangs out,
chillin like he usually does.
then I notice our youngest boy
frantically digging in the dirt.
he was at the back of the steps with his head buried.
all I could mostly see was that infamous Dachshund tail waggling fanatically
and dirt flying.
what is this treasure my son has unearthed?
why, a decaying field mouse, of course.
today he climbed ALL the steps by himself.
he is growing up.
what a proud Mommy I am.