today..

Okay, the green glider is the before pic, the blue glider (with the pollen added by nature) is the finished product. Then, there's our back garden, complete with our funky sun dial. Then, our front porch flowers. And lastly, the fence we built today in our backyard. Now I truly DO have a house with a picket fence!!

and the countdown begins...

the count down is ON!!
i cannot WAIT til we get Jackson!!
today was Reba's bday.
pretty fuckin rockin at 52!!
i can't WAIT to see her!!
all i gotta do is just make it through the next few weeks...

Jackson.

man,
i tell ya,...
life is GREAT!!
so far this year,
i have found out that i have a 4.0 gpa,
i married my lady,
and i finally found a good responsible breeder!!
we found a blue dapple doxie!!
yay!!
we've named him Jackson.
he's only 3 weeks right now,
so i'll get him sometime before my birthday.
*WooT*
*WooT*
everything is falling into place,
i swear.
i'm falling in love with my wife all over again.
she's got the cutest wittle pouty face,
and when she gets frustrated,...
LoL!!
she's just damnit adorable!!
i still hafta pinch myself
bc i'm married,
with the life i've always yearned for.
dreams really can come true,
as disney-esque as that may sound.
on the way home from seeing Jackson,
we saw a sign on the side of an ABANDONED,
run down,
dilapidated,
single wide trailer that said:
"WELCOME TO REDBANK, SC"
ah yes.
welcome, indeed.

purple.

math is going great.
i hafta wonder about the muslim girl.
i don't wanna say that she's stupid,...
she's just led a very sheltered life.
vista is okay.
some good,
some irritating.
but alright overall.
we got our glider outta the woods yesterday,
to revitalize it.
we saw one in Decatur at that antique shop selling for $750,
so we were like well damn.
i sanded it down yesterday to get the rust off,
and today,
we're painting it.
we couldn't find the retro teal color i wanted,
so it'll be navy-ish.
oh well.
life as a newly wed is wonderful!!
it feels SUPERBLY WONDEROUS to dance in the purple rays of the sun!!

the weekend we became Mrs.

So this weekend was…
Amazing!!
Upon arriving in Decatur,
We met with Don (the man who presided over the ceremony).
we needed to meet him prior to the ceremony.
he gave us a reading for free,which was incredibly generous on his behalf.
It turns out that I am the more balanced of us 2
(imagine that!!)
Cheryl has ADD (LMFAO)
She is the confuzzled one,
Whereas I am the grounded one.
He said when she gets confused,
She should listen to me bc I have all the answers.
FINALLY,
Somebody validates me!!
I’ve been TRYING to tell my woman this well known fact all along!!
He suggested which direction for us to go.
My baby’s gotta get past her insecurities,
And evidently,
I’mma do some international-helping others-internationally-angelina jolie type shindig.
That meeting with Don really spoke to my soul.
After that, we blew an obscene amount of moo-lah in that store.
I’m glad we could do that, though.
The three amigo’s ate Jamaican food,
And Liz discovered my secret obsessive Popsicle eating disorder.
We checked into our hotel to relax,
Ate at the Decatur square,and returned to the hotel to discover the ‘indoor heated pool’ listed on the website was false advertisement,
And that the room phone didn’t work.
That promised free complimentary b’fast was an astounding $25.
Then off to the park,
Where we becames a pair of Mrs.
I promised her my honesty, devotion, respect, and love,
Then promised to always make her smile,
and then I said
“and it is with deepest meaning that I can say – that you are the wind beneath my sheets.”
Hey I couldn’t be all mushy gushy.
Then my Bella’s vows were so unbelievably sweet & deep.
We raced back to mason’s apt to get out of the windy cold,
Relaxed, and I indulged in my now exposed Popsicle frenzy.
We changed clothes and headed for the Atlanta Louve Museum.
Amazing exhibits.
I was a bit disappointed that I didn’t get to see any Botticelli’s.
On the way back from there,
I got our crew to stop by this quaint, eclectic antique store that beckoned to me.
Cheryl & I bought a sun & moon themed sun dial.
There was this room in the back that had old clothes, hats, scarves & shoes.
OMG the energy in that room that so strong!!
We tried on hats, as you can see.
An incident @ the mellow mushroom caused us to eat at mason’s,
Which was totally fine by me bc it was wayyyy too crowded anyways.
We crashed out early & awoke the next morning ready to go home!!
Well, me anyways, bc I was homesick for my Harley.
B’fast/brunch @ “the moon” was an eclectic, charming way to bid farewell to Decatur.
Ah yesth, yesth, yesth.
I feel different now,
I truly do.
I am a Mrs.I have a Wife.
We are a Symbiotic partnership.
I’ve never been as happy and content as i am now.
Earlier tonight,
She said she was falling in love all over again…
Truth be told,
We’re both falling in love all over again.

purple horizon.

so tomorrow shall prove an exhausting day.
we hafta fold a mountain of clothes,...
and i do mean a MOUNTAIN.
then, we'll clean the house to our satisfaction.
and sometime during the day,
my Pookie wants to get her hair cut,
although i dunno why cuz i think she is adorable just the way she is!!
cook supper,
watch grays anatomy,
shower,
and go to bed.
rise 'n shine & out the door at 6 a.m.
then,
its off to Georgia to become a Mrs.
how about that?
"the time has come, the walrus said..."
to jump on the back of the horse,
she's there to help me up,
its almost sunset.

a penny for your thoughts.

its funny how a song on the radio can kidnap you and yank you back to an earlier time.
i found THE WILKINSONS songs on AOL Music.
i used to play them in the mornings on my way to school in my CD player in my car.
i thought i was hot to trot,
let me tell you.
LoL.
it was my "feel-good" CD.
my days began with an easy going smile.
then, i'd walk into school.
gosh, how i hated and loved that place.
i remember walking through the hallways,
dreaming of true love
and a life outside of Florence's choking boundries.
a life with my own identity,
not being known as "Missy's daughter."
i didn't know what was out there,
but i salivated at the very thought of a life i didn't yet have.
i didn't know how,
but somehow i was to be rescued by that knight in shining armour.
we'd run off into the sunset to happily ever after.
in retrospect,
oh i see so many things wrong with that dream.
i wish i'd been taught to not believe in fairytales.
but i guess i had to learn all on my own.
now that i am the woman about to make a committment to my wonderful partner,
i cannot help but to look back at my old selves.
the unhappy little girl scared of her friends,
so she became the neighborhood bully nobody picked on...
that little girl was so sad.
i haven't yet figured out why she was so damn sad.
she began to blossom with girl scouts,
but still she was forgotten by the two of whom she most wanted their attention and affection.
a bitchy, angst riddled teen emerged.
she sat at home on friday nights watching steve urkel,
and waiting impatiently for that call from CMA.
then on monday mornings,
she turned green with envy looking at the preps,
who had some sort of secret, preppy life.
she wanted that invite to dance with them.
to see what it'd be like.
but super nintendo summers at the lake,
a true disgust for one sibling,
total awe for the twins,
and upset tummies after weekends at her dad's....
that is what her life was like.
then came the magical series of events that would shape who became next...
senior spring break,
prom,
losing her virginity,
totaling her car,
being forced into a pint sized miserable dorm at a college she hated.
what self worth she had,
went circling down a dirty drain,
like the one in her dormroom.
FMU was her quintessential prison.
and her mama was the warden who had the key.
years of lonliness, heartache, self destruction, and hatred
followed her like a dark cloud above her head.
drugs, revenge, and rock bottom couldn't penetrate her stone cold heart.
a devestating mistake reverberated within her soul
and she swore to never lose the one she truly loved again.
then came a sky of beautiful purple,
with her lover standing strong beside her,...
the healing began.
now, i am getting married.
and that little girl,...
she's happy now.
that teenager,...
well, everyone is entitled to their "Vadar" side.
but she's not dark anymore.
the woman i am,
i am ecstatically content.
contentment.
maybe that's the real life fairytale?
i think so.
i've never been so sure of something in my life.

yesth, yesth.

today i saw the funniest mating ritual.
it seems that my father-in-law's dog,
puddin,
a chocolate lab/dalmation mix,
has an unrequited homosexual affection for my harley.
puddin began lickin his chops,
with the hammy eyes,
walking in circles around harley,
trying to do that things dogs do,
to say bonjour.
harley's lip starts to tremble,
then he unleashes his most macho bark
(which sounds like a fairy writhing in ecstacy),
and leaps into the air like a Juliard trained ballerina,
to pretend to bite his stalker.
puddin backs away unphased,
but still has that hungry look in his eyes.
a hunger that only another male dog can fulfill.
and then the ritual begins again.
and they say being a homo aint natural.
so the scientists claim we are extincting ourselves.
wow.
they are just realizing this?
now i cannot help but to feel more right.
i was right when i said that humans are frikkin dumbasses.
the USA is on her way down,
as is our world.
i kinda hafta wonder what the world will be like for my future generation.
what can i do to make it better?
i'm going to make a permenant conscious effort to be more green.
its my human duty.
ahhhhhhhh haaaaaaa!!
DOODY!!
i amuse myself.
*sigh*
tomorrow we clean house.
my PC comes tuesday morning,
then bella works tuesday and wednesday nights,
and thursday liz comes,
and friday morning,
we leave for atlanta.
and saturday,
we are to be wed.
that's a scary thought.
ME,
married.
who woulda thought that the girl who was so self destructive,
was finally starting to make something of herself?
it seems i have found my purple.
sure,
i'll still have tense days.
ya know,
like when ya dunno if it'll be a fart or a shart,
yeah, that kinda tense.
but it'll all be okay in the end anyways.
either way,
that fart and/or shart will air out somehow.
yesth,
yesth,
it'll all be okay.

fall, damnit. fall.

Libby found guilty for the CIA leak.
Libby, the fallout guy for Dick...
Dick with the blood clot &
Dick who survived an assination attempt (damnit).
The Attorney General has found that the FBI used the Patriot Act illegally.
Meanwhile, Baby Bush attempts to assert his "Fatherly" presense,
to blindly lead us in to another war.
He fooled us the first time,
but alas,
America, like Rip van Wrinkle, is slowly waking.
When the bough breaks,
the cradle will fall...


On the personal side,
an 'A' on a math test I did not expect,
a new PC is fast on its way,
exactly one week until our big day,
and happy birthday to margaret & mawmaw!!
15 & 78.
WoW.
"One more candle & a trip around the sun,..."

help us all.

ah
spring is here, my dear.
11 days to go.
anna nicole is buried.
her mom tried to stop the burial all the way up until the MORNING of the burial.
then at the burial site,
shovels in the dirt atop the grave,
and once she completes that task,
walks ON TOP OF THE GRAVE!!
i s'pose there will always be the Vergie's, Richard's, Billy's, & Candice's of the world.
thank my lucky stars they aren't in my world!!
93 on the paper that bout made me go bald.
not bad.
the professor's still an ass, though.
i swear,
the longer i live,
the more i despise men.
well...
straight men.
asswipes on the butt of humanity.
cheney's got a blood clot,
the cia leaker is guilty,
the white supremisists are gaining clout,
a man confessed to dismembering his wife,
there's a march on DC on 3-17 to get a movement started to impeach bush,
and VA hospitals are under scrutiny for lack of proper medical care of our vets,...
our country is on her way down.
my great grand children will not know of america, the land of the free.
the path we are taking is trandsgresional.
why not put cloths on our head,
rape and torture the women & children,
ressurect slavery,
send all the gays, lesbians, bisexuals, & transgendered to a camp where we can have another holocaust,
and take away free speech?
i've said it before & i'll say it agin,
i support the troops, not the war.
whatever greater power there is,
if it exists even,
we need your help.
this country needs your help.

16 days.

16 days left...
we go to florence tomorrow.
saturday we head to myrtle beach for shopping.
get to see everybody.
and i gotta find
something old
something new
something borrowed
and something blue.
only a phone call stands between my moving on.
the cloud is lifting.
rays of purple are streaming through.
elisabeth is "ignorant."
how fucking GREAT is that?!
lmfao!!
anna nicole gets laid to rest tomorrow.
even that will be a media circus.
this story,
though beautifully tragic,
is dominating the news.
our government has executed GAG ORDERS
to prevent the TRUTH from being told to Americans.
our government is full of war criminals.
bush, cheney, & rumsfield are murderers.
they are calling for a surge of troops for iraq,
and possibly iran (bc gosh knows, we need another war).
this is a distraction, people!!
bin laden and al quieda are REBUILDING.
they are QUIETLY REBUILDING.
how many more American murders will it take to impeach bush?
after the next next al quieda attack,
and there will be one
bc the bush administration is trying to blind the American public to this,...
when it happens,
we NEED to FULLY PROSECUTE BUSH & CHENEY for war crimes & hang him.
we can throw them on top of sadam's grave & piss on them.
everything this country fought for --
its all gone.
we now live in a censored country,
who's president believes gay Americans are 2nd class citizens,
& to further prove his moronic theory,
he wants to CHANGE THE CONSTITUTION to DENY us the RIGHTS OF EVERY AMERICAN.
this SAME president
signed into law the patriot act,
which takes away our right to privacy.
no longer am i proud to be an american,
bc bush does NOT represent me.
its funny how the dixie chicks once condemned him,
now have 5 grammys.
maybe there is hope.
if not,...
welcome to the demise of this country.

da...dum...da...dum.

so here i am
sitting at the pc
with harley propped up on the pillow behind my shoulders
just like when he was a puppy.
he is unusually clingy today.
wonder why.
feels good out today,
but it isn't enough rain.
no wonder i was stiff.
and i don't mean stiff as in my dick got hard.
although...
that would be nice...
anyways.
have you ever just had this feeling of impending doom?

its looming over my head right now.
the scary, dramatic music is playing out.
da....DUM....da.....DUM...
me thinks maybe its time for some james taylor?
yesth, yesth it is.
eh.
i hope mawmaw's okay.
i hope its just bruising thats causing her soreness.
i made her swear to me to go to the dr if she was still sore come monday.
we'll see what becomes of that.
oscars are tonight,
so i reckon my sunday night lineups will be pre empted.
maybe fox will still have its lineup.
i'm getting back to wanting another puppy.
its about damn time i healed up.
bitch ass dumb fuck hillbilly wally eyed whore.
that felt good.
*sigh*
i'm still tired.
feels like a broken record on repeat
i'll get my eng shit done and bitch slap that bastard professor.
i hope he has an itch on his ass that he cant scratch,
and it drives him stark raving mad!!
ok, I've pro-crapstinated enough...
off to boring ass homework hell i go!!

bnb.

am tired of being tired.
blue toes aren't good on me.
loss of appetite.
moronic secretaries @ doctors' offices make my BP rise.
cardiology appt in march
bastard eng professor
get my new PC in march
wedding in march
so much to be thankful for.

for my bella.

grinding nut butter.

all my stresses
took a day's escape
to visit the cure-all place,
folly beach.
i adore that place.
the sea heals all.
it truly does.
we went to some whole foods market
fantabulous
a sign said-
grind your own nut butter!!
hmmm...
rock on.
now back home
i feel better
but all the stresses are not gone.
looking for my happy purple.
bnb.

fucktard.

same same same.

94.
still an 'A.'
math average is 99.5
*happy hamster dance*
worried about my grandma.
she didnt go to the church talent show
"bc her side hurt as well as her back"
same same same
gw gearing up
fake WMD all over again
war monger monster is hungry again
power and destruction can curb his appetite for only so long
WAKE UP PEOPLE
impeach our tyrant!!
same same samequiet

the noise
quiet the mind
let the purple shine.
let it heal.

yesterday.

yesterday was tough.
i awoke,
knowing it was gonna be a rough day.
while in class,
we saw the orangeburg soldiers leaving to go to afghanistan.
that hit home.
that made it all real.
on the way home from school,
people were lined up either side of the road,
to send off the soldiers with support.
that choked me up.
it infuriated me.
it hit home.
we NEED to get IRATE!!
support the troops, not the war!!
i emplore you to make a difference.
our sons, daughters, husbands, wives, sisters, brothers, moms, and dads...
it is THEM who're getting MURDERED.
MURDERS CONDONED BY OUR PRESIDENT.
this country has been DESENSITIZED to this war.
we don't see, hear, or feel shit!!
we need to quit being conformists
AND WAKE UP TO THE SMELL OF BLOOD!!
anyways.
back to yesterday.
then after i got home,
Bella and i went and bought our rings for our ceremony.
we get home after buying those and our groceries,
only for me to find i made an 86 on my first english paper.
its a high 'B'...
i hate this rat bastard professor.
i made all 'A's' in last semester's english class.
ugh.
then,
this anna nicole smith thing.
poor woman.
i mean, really.
i know she was always a drama queen,
but damn.
i think it was suicide.
couldn't handle losing her boy.
i don't see how anybody could get through that.
i hope she's free, where ever she is now.

this weekend.

this weekend,
heartbreaking.
an outsider looking in,
i must ponder;
what the HELL is happening to my family?!
my mom,
intellectually brilliant,
but common sense moronic.
steve's an ass.
my boys,
my god.
margaret,
life is confusing enough as is,
being a teenager.
my aunts,
the epitome of role models.
my grandma,
it breaks my heart.
Bella,
still in pain.
maybe a dry socket.
my frustration mounting,
on matters hanging above my head.
i sought out something i've left behind at my mom's for years.
my Nana's PJ's i purposefully tucked away in my mom's hopechest.
her stains still on them.
i'm 24 years old,
yet this is my "safety blanket."
working on our big suprise.
i hope it comes into fruition as i'm hoping it will.
hard work,
and good luck we'll need.

the clone war.

my fingers swell.
the more they do,...
the sooner i hope to hear from VR.
only 10 showed for class today.
the teacher adores me.
still a teacher's pet,
i am.
hmwrk, hmwrk, hmwrk.
i'mma bleed hmwrk out my veins now.
i had pancakes for b'fast this am.
my girl is so great!!
so anywho,
i ate at 9.
by 10:30, it still hadn't...digested.
(which, those of yall who know me, KNOW thats odd)
so i'm sittin in class purty as i please,
like 7 minutes left before its time to go,
and BAM!!
a line of gaseous bubbles infiltrates my derier.
like soldiers,
clones,
like the clones in Star Wars,
there were SO MANY,...
marching one by one (hoorah, hoorah),
they bring their unruly reign of terror upon my (metal) desk.
so i start usin my "pucker string"and sweatin.
i KNOW i had that anxious, nervous look,
yall KNOW what i'm talkin bout!!
and those who deny that are just in-the-closet-farters!!
so i'm starin at the clock,
praying that my time-bending super powers kick into action, like Hiro's.
but alas, my super powers fail me again.
i'm thinkin of what strategy i'mma use,
ya know?
bc ya dunno if they're gonna be SBDs
or
sound like sumin that come outta peter griffin's ass.
then,
karma jumps in on the gang bangin action too!!
the teacher starts calls on me to answer some stupid question.
hell if i know wtf i'mma be usin integers for in my real life!!
so, i'm REALLY concentratin on my super powers right about now...
as if it couldnt get worse...
she holds the class over by one minute.
one,
LONG
minute.
thats 60 seconds of 100% concentration on my super human power that has repeatedly failed me.
i could feel the cannon being loaded,
and was now totally sure everybody could see the panic on my flushed face.
relief, i felt, as she dismissed the class.
a little bubble here,
a lil bubble there,
here a bubble,
there a bubble,
everywhere a bubble!!
as i walked to our car in the empty parking lot,
well...
full satisfactory relief LIFTED my spirits.
what a day.
now, i cant wait to go home tomorrow!!
peace out happy farters!!