giggety, giggety, GOO!!

she sez 2 impeach.
people freak.
ET as shitty as STAR magazine now.
get their facts str8.
i got a 105 on my first math test!!
i rock!!
*sigh*
nm 2 say 2nite.
its cold & i'm off like a dress on prom night.
happy farting!!

bella.

Cowboys ride into sunsets
The good guy always gets the girl
Cinderella has just fit
A glass slipper that changed her world
We all know the stories
We all know the fairy tales
We all get the glory of making it for ourselves
From the beginning
We're all looking for a happy ending
Every dream of winning
Every love we've been in
Right from the beginning
We're looking for a happy ending
We've come here with nothing
And take it with us the day we leave
The first and last breath don't matter
It's all the ones that are in-between
What's the reason
What's the reason the caged bird sings
It's why we see it in the movies
All the way to the closing scenes
From the beginning
We're all looking for a happy ending
Every dream of winning
Every love we've been in
Right from the beginning
We're looking for a happy ending
And all those dreamers who have come and gone
Who've reached for the stars, who've overcome
You're the hope, you're the wish, you're the truth
Baby, here's the proof
Baby's born in this ghetto
Baby's born with a silver spoon
One tells his Mama I have a dream
One tells his Mama I want the moon
From the beginning
We're all looking for a happy ending
Every dream of winning
Every love we've been in
Right from the beginning
We're looking for
From the beginning
We're all looking for a happy ending
Every dream of winning
Every love we've been in
Right from the beginning
We're looking for a happy ending
__________________________
I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
I think about the years I spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
Now I'm just rolling home
Into my lover's arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you.
________________________
Bella, I'm left at a loss of words when it comes to telling you how much I love you. Thank you, Pookie, for everything you do for me. I'm a better person because of you. I love you back, my Bella.

piss on the bush.

surgery for my poor Bella.
she'll be fine.
what a feast we had,
Beaufort Stew, Alaskan King Crab legs, & Crawdads!!
TRIPLE yummy!!
mr bobby...
so funny.
bit the head off.
yes, that part of the crawdad IS muddy.
LoL!!
deadlist weekend in iraq.
who the hell is going to get fired up?
they are not just 'troops' killed.
they are sons, daughters, moms, dads, sisters, and brothers.
so much more.
we lost thousands on 9-11.
in fighting we lose more.
we are letting them win.
we are allowing more americans to be killed.
how is this justice?
how is this preserving our country?
we are losing.
it seems to say,
we lost our integrity when Bush foolishly invaded iraq.
it truly is all a pissing contest.
piss on you, mr president.
hilary has thrown in her bid.
are we ready?

sweet sweet karma.

sweet karma.
god how i adore it.
i've strived so hard to move lifetimes away from my old life.
i didnt think i was better than them.
i just didnt want to end up stuck in hartsville,
living in a trailer park,
with 5 kids,
and trading my food stamps for drugs.
i was and am better than that lifestyle.
i said lifestyle, not the people.
though some of them,...
anyways,...
my point is,
it does my heart good to see how far i've come,
and then when i stop to get a breath,
and look back...
those people,
those people my world revolved around for so long,...
those people i loved with my all (at that time),
those people i believed and believed in so fiercely,...
they are STILL in the same place.
the SAME DAMN PLACE.
the part of me that loved them,...
the girl in my memories,
that girl who loved them,...
she wants to run to them screaming saying it can be so much better than that.
they just hafta want it!
if they want it, they can have it.
they can be happy.
life can be good.
but the girl i am NOW,
the girl i am now knows better.
the girl i am now knows the heartache in believing in lies.
the girl i am now is happy.
the girl i am now is happy that karma truly does work.

the wonders of my life.

i awoke this morning to the wondrous sound of air rushing out betwix a pair of ass cheeks.
ah.
the perils of my life.
so get this,
bush is critisizing the iraqi's hangings of saddam and his brother.
i'll be damned.
since our beloved president is so intelligent,
perhaps he would heed this suggestion:
send cheney.
he knows how to shoot em!!
but on second thought...
cheney would need more trainin.
he didnt kill his first victim!
the high morals of this country,
yes sireeee bob.
i tell yall what.
we goin to hell in a hand basket.
purty as ya pleasin.
speakin of no morals,
lemee skip to my fave celebrity feud of the moment:
ro vs dump truck.
ms nj had to resign cuz she got knocked up,
one posed in some risque pics,
and the other's in rehab.
dump truck is OBVIOUSLY rubbing off his moral code on his girls...
rubbing off...
too easy.
not gonna take that hot shot....
oh no i di'nt!!
idol's back on...
and though its funny,
the true hilarious antics are coming from ms abdul.
she sho were awful thirsty!
(notice her drinkin that shit through a straw too?! LAWSY that girl's got some damn balls-o-steel!!)
had my eye appt today.
i evidently have one baseball & one football for my eyes.
how endearing.
company this weekend.
we gonna have us sum guud fixins!!
i cant wait for my frogmore stew (aka beaufort stew)!
first math test next week.
i am hoping for a pretty decent grade.
peace out, fart masters.

Group Launches Bid to Protect Mammals- Check it out. Its got some very odd mammals, yall!! http://news.aol.com/topnews/articles/_a/group-launches-bid-to-protect-rare/20070117132009990001

bnb.

without fail,
she calls to say Gump is on.
i love my grandma.
she's the best.
the start of a new week.
unsettling frustrations ahead.
uncharted territory.
breath and believe, says ro.
here we go.

damn.

schofield engaged.
wow.
seriously...
wow.
to the boy who lived 3 houses down from me.
indeed it is a very small world.
sounds like she has come a long way from Frank in NY.
she seems like 2 lifetimes ago.
Girl Scouts,
Alex,
Liz,
Jess,
Spring Break,
William,
Fat Bastard,
Tray,....
all stemming from her.
Every star has its place in the Heavens, I s'pose.

First Day.

first day.
not as bad as i thought.
overwhelming, yes.
hands already hurt.
all is well.

detraF

on the "foul smell that has wafted over NYC"
(which i wrong in assuming that apparently the bad smell WAS nyc...)
i saw this quote in an article:

"It may just be an unpleasant smell," Bloomberg said. "Our suggestion is that people should do their best to ventilate areas, open their windows or turn on any fans until this gas passes."


now, THATS comic relief, my friends.
can you imagine if it was just some nasty yankee who sharted?
perhaps the stench is indeed just the "Dump Truck"?
this has the potential makings for a classic SNL sketch, me thinks.

Bless My Stars

tis the dawn before a new semester.
my new semester resolution is to keep my GPA up high as possible.
my Fall '06 transcript gives me a 4.0 GPA.
the pride felt with that still a bit wobbly.
maybe i'll be steady on my feet at the end of this '07 Spring semester.
good tidings to moi.
monday a busy day.
tuesday the first day within those halls.
i'm a nervous kindergardener all over again.
went grocery shopping and cleaned house today.
hosting supper for her parents tonight.
post Gracie aggrevation will test me.
but all is well.
Bless my stars.

here's to 2007

2006 was a big year for Little Tink.
she grew up.
kicked a few nasty habits.
got my priorities in line.
returned to school.
found old friends.
made new ones.
got rid of the final toxic ones.
and the biggest of all...
i started to truly appreciate things.
my wonderful wife,
my awesome dog,
the way our yards look in a summertime down pour,
how a four wheeler and a dirt road can soothe your soul,
my friendships with my best friends,
my crazy Mawmaw and her repetative stories,
my beautiful sisters,
my silly brothers,
my mom,
how fragile life is...
its so fragile.
its a Blessing to enjoy,
but when taken away,
a gut wrenching heart ache.
its a beautifully tragic fragile state of being.
learning to walk that tight rope,
and finding your inner balance of being...
that place between the stars and earth,
that place between a midsummer night's dream and a cold winter's bite,
somewhere between the mountains and the oceans,
the spring and the fall,
love and hate,
tears and laughter,...
that place...
that's what matters in my life.
that's my happy thought.
no more folklore,
no more childhood fables.
no fairytales.
just my life.
my wonderful,
splendidly fulfilled life.
here's to 2007.

Lovin the Wiki

gotta love wikipedia
" "White trash" are perceived as having crude manners, abnormally low moral standards, and lack of cultured behavior and/or education. Swearing, smoking, promiscuity, drunkenness, overly loud and animated behavior in public, and gambling (especially the copious purchase of scratch-style lottery tickets) are examples of "white trash" vices. The label might be applied to a household that, for example, lives in a decrepit apartment or trailer, has a large family, lacks indoor plumbing, and has a yard strewn with debris or perhaps a non-functioning vehicle. "

Blah.

barbara walters scares me.
gives me creepy-crawlers.
i can't get my rosie fix
per her site troubles.
a city divided,
ro or trump.
no doubt;
i go for Ro.
a wonderful site to me,
but when pissed,
a noise maker.
the wait is on.
plenty of aggrevation,
with some hope.

Murry Damn Christmas, Yall.

Please accept, with no obligation (implied or implicit), my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low stress, nonaddictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced with the most enjoyable traditions of religious persuasion or secular practices of your choice with respect for the religious/secular persuasions and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all.
I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted Gregorian calendar year 2007, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make our country great (not to imply that the United States is necessarily greater than any other country) and without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference of the wishee.
By accepting this greeting, you are accepting these terms:
This greeting is subject to clarification or withdrawal. It is freely transferable with no alteration to the original greeting. It implies no promise by the wisher to actually implement any of the wishes for her/himself or others and is void where prohibited by law, and is revocable at the sole discretion of the wisher. This wish is warranted to perform as expected within the usual application of good tidings for a period of one year or until the issuance of a subsequent holiday greeting, whichever comes first, and warranty is limited to replacement of this wish or issuance of a new wish at the sole discretion of the wisher.
Disclaimer: No trees were harmed in the sending of this message; however, a significant number of electrons were slightly inconvenienced.

Murry Crimmus

Off to Grandmother's house we go.
Let's hope everyone behaves,
so the time can be enjoyed by all.
The search is on, once again.
I hope that she may find me again.
Murry Crimmus to all...
And to all, a goodnight.

Tis the Season.

O Ro
*sigh*
a Butch on a mission.
Tom Seleck all over again.
She "Ripped" Kelly a new one,
and is now trashin the Comb-Over beast.
No yellow swirling around her now.
"bnb" as she says.
Its amazing --
sumin SO tiny
can leave such s HUMONGUS footprint.
Hopefully the Crimmus fever can catch me again.

Say Goodnight, Gracie.

it was meant to be.
Rosie.
BJ.
Anderson.
she knew love.
she knew her Mommy.
but nature's way won.
the lesson?
appreciation.
its all fragile.
love.

Goodnight, Gracie.

Julia Sweeney

found this online @ http://juliasweeney.blogspot.com

Religious Symbolism, A Book I Forgot, Marcel Cairo & a note to Believer Michael:

Once again, I love all the comments. I guess - after turning it over in my mind for a day - that I am thankful that Mulan does not have any references to Jesus at school. Even though I also hate it. Cause I guess I want it both ways. I want to enjoy the myths as myths and I am tired of rejecting the symbols of those myths because some people think they are real.
But leftdog said something wonderful and I think true: Leftdog wrote, "Sure, it's a good story. I understand that, but it needs to be discredited before it can be reclaimed. Think Norse Mythology or any other similar; great stories, but only acceptable now because they have been defanged." Defanged. I like that word in regards to the Christ story. Sheldon said this too -- we need space and time before this story can be indulged in as a good story.
Plus, it's true - Jesus is everywhere, on every church lawn, inside churches, and it's only in the public areas where it's absent - or should be absent. I dream of a day when Jesus is as interesting and weird as Persephone or Eros. And I want that day to be NOW.
Austin Cline: thanks for all your wonderful research and writing. I read everything you linked to at your site. But still, even though I agree that it was the Christians that killed Christmas to a large extent -- how do we account for Europe, who have state sponsored religions and yet seem to be highly non-religious (at least at the moment, and in regards to Christianity.) They seem to be able to slip into secularism without a war with the fundamentalist Christians. Do they ban the creche from the government lawns? I don't know. I'm looking into it.
Maria: thanks for reminding us about Mithra. It's true. And the Mithra story is rawer and I think, better in lots of ways, over the Jesus story. See, Christians are plagiarists! Or, as I heard at a recent Skeptic lecture at Cal Tech, "Ingenuity is simply a matter of masterfully concealing your sources." Or maybe he said "Creativity." In any case, you get the drift.
Norma: I wasn't suggesting that the Jesus story be taught as another way of looking at the world, I like it as one of the myths that is part of our culture. In answer to your question: You are unduly cranky and cantankerous, but that is what I love about you. ONE of the things I love about you. But I don't think you have to be perpetuating fraud to enjoy a Sader meal or a Passover meal or Easter or the story of Jesus being born at Christmas. But I do agree, we aren't there yet. It's weird to enjoy the Jesus birth story amongst a group of people who actually believe that story is true. It feels condescending and wrong, but still, I'm going to do it. I want my daughter to feel what it's like in church on Christmas and the songs and the candles and all the rest. And if my experience last Christmas is an indication (I was told by my fellow pew-mates that they had seen my show and agreed wholeheartedly with my view of Catholicism and God...) I'm not sure that most of the people in that church won't feel just like I do.
Ben Turk: You are absolutely right about Donohue when you wrote: "Donohue's attempt to paint himself as a victim of exclusion by straw-man 'multi-cultural gurus' is an attempt to 1. reaffirm the dominant culture's symbol set. 2. make that dominant culture feel threatened and incite a backlash." And for that alone, I revise what I said. I wish we could have Jesus and the songs, but we can't at the moment. Maybe in my lifetime but probably not.
Boo Hoo...
And now we come to Marcel Cairo. Yes, I agree, our discussions of God on this blog have been childlike in that they are referring to the God that most Abrahamic religions believe in. And i would like to take you seriously, but it is hard when you make statements like you do. You say you believe in the afterlife BECAUSE you are a spiritual medium. What does that mean, exactly? This is what a spiritual medium is to me - a person who takes other people's money by playing on their weaknesses. I think what you must mean is that you feel you have communicated with people who are dead?
What do you say, gang? Should I engage this fellow? I went to look at the research that you mentioned in your blog responses and none of it looked terribly legitimate to me. The thing is this: I have a biological and natural view of the world. My understanding about consciousness, which was opposed to my inclinations - is that it is an evolved adaptation that our species has in order to help us survive and reproduce. Why would that survive death? The whole idea that this organ would survive death, just because I like my brain so much, seems narcissistic and silly. My critical thinking tells me that the chance of the brain having some special otherworldly-function is so highly unlikely that it is not worth pursuing. Do you think animals brains survive death too? What about insects? Anything with a brain? What about people with Alzheimer disease, whose brains have atrophied? Do they have some other brain, their healthier brain, that survives out in the universe after they die and is just hanging in purgatory until they do?

Bella Karma

karma is beautiful.
simply beautiful.
check this out:
8:30 a.m.- b'fast with cheryl & her mom @ ihop.
10- OC Tech.
i had 4 things to do there:
a) go to the buy back book thingy. they bought back my English book, but not my History book. I was missing the CD that originated with the book, so it was no good to them.
b) turn in stafford loan application for books for spring semester.
c) and get a form for SCVR filled out. they were gonna try to help with my books.
d) and get my fall semester transcript for VR
my Cheryl caught a very BIG mistake in the Financial Aid office.
a 7 thousand dollar mistake, to be exact.
Financial Aid doubled my yearly income,
thus, the reason the Pell Grant & the Lottery failed to pay for my books Fall semester.
Now, OC Tech owes ME money & my books are paid in full,
with some leftover to pay for my school supplies.
Cheryl & I both cried in that office!
Then, I took my History book to my advisor.
I told her since I got my christmas early,
I wanted to give back.
I told her to donate my book to a student who needed it.
She said it'd be more efficient to donate to the Liberry.
Bc then it'd serve more than one student.
Then Cheryl & I went to Cola to finish our Crimmus shopping.
We went to Red Lobster for their Seafood.
I ate the shit up like an Ethopian kid on a PB&J.
Karma:
How sweet it is to be loved by you!!

A Lil Bit of Faith

what is wrong with me?
i know exactly what i want for Crimmus
and now that my prospects of getting that thing i want aren't so hopeful now.
i'm disappointed by anothers' wealth.
how shallow can i be?
my Bob.
i mean, i know i'll get what i want eventually.
now it seems it may be january or february.
i wont know until Crimmus Day.
i have been waiting and waiting...
its just one tiny thing...literally.
and i know,
i've gotta let go of the material things bc all things are temporary.
we have one go round on this Earth,
and there is nobody alive who can provide sound PROOF there is an other worldly existance.
the more i contemplate of the whole religion thing, the more i wonder.
if the Bible is SO concrete,
why have people fought non-stop about it for centuries?
if there is a God,
why then did He give humans cancers?
if He preaches love to all,
why all the hate,
and why am i going to Hell because i love a woman?
does that mean He is a hypocrite?
how is Bush going to Heaven,
but i go to Hell?
how does God defend that?
how did God come about?
i mean, if God made the world,
and made us,
who made him?
does he too have MADE IN CHINA stamped on his under side?
is God friends with Allah,
Buddha,
Santa,
or that Scientology guy?
who'd be the good guy when comparing God & Allah?
i mean really...
i'm not slamming anybody, anything, or nothin.
i'm genuinely curious.
if God was a Jew,
and He made us all,
then wtf was He doing with Hitler?
why did God make Earth different from Heaven?
why do we have to be tested to get into Heaven?
is Earth Heaven itself?
or is Earth just a snow globe paper weight sittin on God's desk?
and what if, hypothetically,
Mary was the chalice?
does that mean the present day living descendent of Jesus gets through this world scott-free?
she/he can be a gay wiccan murderer and still go to Heaven post Earth existence?
and really, how'd Moses part that water?
how'd all those animals fit on one boat?
i can see a teacup Yorkie sittin next to a great white shark sayin,
"so yea. i'm excited about this whole shindig, how bout you?"
eh.
i dunno.
nobody does, i think.
i mean don't get me wrong,
people do BELIEVE in their FAITH.
and that's cool.
but its not fact.
some would say that's all we got.
i suppose i'm just trying to find that Faith i can Believe in without question.
as for now, i'll just have a lil bit of faith that i get my Crimmus wish.
thats enough for tonight.
peace out, yall.