Markerboard Art

I've decided that I'm going to load the weekly pictures that my team/friends at work draw on my markerboard.   This one is from last week.  It's me and Quuue in a forrest being attacked or maybe attacking a large group of "Last of the Mohican" Turkey's.  Notice the Aliens are back.

This one is today's (this week's) magnifique:

It is a rendition of my weekend.  Me and Quuuuue riding jet ski's. We had a good time. Notice the turkey's are trying to find us and the aliens are hidden in the trees. That one turkey is Mel Gibson (as a Mohican turkey). This apparently has something to do with an episode of South Park that I somehow missed.  *shrugs* either way, really cute and a nice way for me to remember the fun times I had last weekend.

Barbie and Hitler sittin' in a tree... K- I - S - S - I - N - G

Ever wonder what would happen had famous people in the past been married to fictional characters? seriously?  I have the weirdest thoughts sometimes. 

So how would the world have been different if Hitler married say, Barbie? It's really not that far fetched if you really think about it. She's tall, leggy, BLONDE HAIR/BLUE EYES, and is easily controlled. I'm sure his mother would have approved.
Well, first I would have to admit that they would have fought over who's clothes are better, because I really have a hard time acknowledging that Hitler's clothes weren't some fabrication of Mattel anyway. I mean, what decent man would wear that many tassles and gold buttons and cutsie little shoes that matched his hats and all the accessories?  Also, he had the ORIGINAL Ken doll haircut. Plus I kinda imagine that we would have ended up with little Hitler barbies, looking something like this: 

Now, being that Hitler was all powerful in his own mind and thought he could overtake the world, I would imagine that the object of his affections would be able to ask for ANYTHING! I mean, I just imagine this scene going down:

Barbie: (running into Hitlers' office crying with her cute little pink Jackie-O outfit with matching purse and shoes)  OOOOooooh  Adddddie (that would be her nickname for him) I'm so upset (whimper whimper)
Hitler: But my sweet, all is right in the world, what has upset you?
Barbie: I was coming home from shopping and I found this nasty bug and it scared me!
Hitler: (rubbing his little pathetic mustouche while thinking) hmmm, then I must require genetic alterations in bugs to make them a superior species that no longer scares my pookie wookie!
Barbie: awww Addddie, you're the best! (smoochies)

And so within a year or so, Hitlers scientists would come up with a way to create a new superior race of bugs and this is what we would see:

Not long after this joyous union of Barbie with Hitler, they would decide it was time to start a family.  After many attempts that would most likely just produce many daughters who they would have named, Skipper, Addie (juniorette) and Babs (but they would call her bunny), a little heir would be born.  Although he would be a slight boy and a tad bit shy he would also be known for his moderate intelligence. Sent to many private schools for the best education, Rudolph Adolph Hitler would have to be his days chick magnet. Just check out the emo-over and the eyeliner in his senior year photo:

ok. ... but one more thing.  While researching for this blog I found this. It's a list of Barbie's friends, in order.  This just proves how shallow she is, she's one of those girls that can't have more than one best friend at a time. Looks like she tried really hard in 1988 but it was just too much for her. She never again had that many friends at ONE time. I really think it was big of her though to be friends with Kayla not only in 1989 but also AGAIN in 1994:

KEN 1961-present, Barbie’s boyfriend

MIDGE 1963-66, Barbie’s friend
FRANCIE 1966-76, Barbie’s modern cousin
CASEY 1967 & 1974 Francie’s friend
CHRISTIE 1968-present, Barbie’s friend
STACEY 1968-70, Barbie’s friend
PJ 1969-1985, Barbie’s friend
JAMIE 1970-72, Barbie’s friend
STEFFI 1972, Barbie’s friend
KELLEY 1973-74, Barbie’s friend
CARA 1975-76, Barbie’s friend
DANA 1986-87 Barbie’s friend
DEE DEE 1986-87 Barbie’s friend
DIVA 1986-87 Barbie’s friend
MIKO 1986-89 Barbie’s friend
WHITNEY 1987-1989 Barbie’s friend
MIDGE 1988-present, Barbie’s friend
BECKY 1988 Barbie’s friend
BELINDA 1988 Barbie’s friend
BOPSY 1988 Barbie’s friend
TERESA 1988-present, Barbie’s friend
DEVON 1989, Barbie’s friend
JAZZIE 1989-1993, Barbie’s cousin
KAYLA 1989 & 1994, Barbie’s friend
NIKKI 1989, Barbie’s friend
KIRA 1990, Barbie’s friend
NIA 1990, Barbie’s friend
SHANI 1991-94, Barbie’s friend
TARA LYNN 1993, Barbie’s friend
BECKY 1997-present, Barbie’s friend

Da-da-da- Dora... Dora, dora, dora the explorer!

i love my dog. she is crazy. and very happily photogenic:

This is her, stuck in the couch. She was laying on me and when I got up to go in the kitchen it caused the couch to swallow half of her body.  And she doesn't care, see?  She's smiling.

Crazy face!!!! She reminds me of a River Otter!

Now, she's giving me a hug. This is unprovoked! I didn't ask for it or anything, she just did it!

She's eating my pear.

Keeping at least one eye on me at all times!

Stealing cookies on WCN!!  *crunch crunch*

Hard to make out, but she's laying in the fetal position. Facing the left side of the picture, her butt is at the bottom, her legs are curled up in front of her (they are white) and her paws are bent up on her chest (they are dirty white).

Little ears? She was so intently staring at me that I had to get a picture of her!

She makes me happy.

R.I.P. dookie

I'm posting this blog in a dookie brown color in loving memory of the dookie that I have helped pass away this weekend.   RIP dookie!

My son is turning 12 next Tuesday.  Congratulations, Austin.  And for his celebration he requested a over night sleep party. (I was under the assumption that sleeping would be at least optional) I bravely accepted this with the understanding that there would be 4 or less children invited to stay.  At approximately 6pm Friday night I had the 5th one show up at the door in the pretense of, "i'm not sure if I'm only invited to the party tomorrow or if I was supposed to be staying the night too."  Where are my emoticons when I really need to insert a shocked face? How do you tell a little boy, NOPE you're just supposed to come tomorrow, you aren't invited to enjoy a ounce of this (standing aside and waving my Vanna White hand at the ensuing ciaos that was unfolding around me)... and by the way, don't forget to bring a really expensive gift when you come back tomorrow... he likes large bills the most!-  Holy Crap, come on in... and who are you? What is your mother's name and phone number again? 

So that was the beginning of a very eventful night. I was shot about 6 times, caught from behind with a dagger to my neck twice, light sabored through what I can only imagine was my spleen and then... i find one of the little darlings "plunging" the toilet on his own... of course he denied that the massive turds were his and admitted to being the good Samaritan that just goes from village to village doing good deeds of plumbery.  I gladly removed the plunger from his grasp and finished the job, followed by cleaning the soiled water from around the toilet on the floor. 
I made my first formal request of the night.  

Please report all toilet incidences to Management for the proper handling procedures. Thank you!  Love sincerely and gaggingly, Management   AKA: Austin's mom.

Hot Dog Break

Then we had a time for food. Hot dogs, chips, cheese dip (the kind from those HUGE 6lb Y2K cans in the area of Wal-Mart that makes you feel like you need to open your own soup kitchen), and every kind of snack cake made by nearly every distributor.  PLUS:  some purple melt your brain out Mt. Dew and Dr. Pepper (and other drinks that they didn't consume because the caffeine level wasn't high enough and they were afraid of the impending crash) 

Then I was informed that the gang had settled down to watch a movie on HBO... so I immediately run to check... rated R, for Violence and Sexual Content... plus the review said something about murdering people....  can we say, NO SIRS!  Although they tried to reassure me that the Sexual Content was obviously over because that kind of stuff always happens early in a movie (excuse me?  how would you all know this?)

So I go to take my shower and try to get in bed. When coming out of the shower I overhear my delightful child telling his friend and I quote,  "DUDE! Calm down unless you wanna be sat down? My mom is trying to sleep and when she's trying she isn't playin'."

I rejoicing went to bed and slept almost peaceably until a little before 5am when I get the impending poke poke poke poke on my shoulder. Rousing laboriously from my slumber I am informed that Garrett has thrown up in my floor. Thankfully it was on the hard wood and I could let it sit long enough to "cool off" before attempting to clean it up. (i also got some on my hand--ack!) I'm telling you now.... NEVER again will I feed children ALL U CAN EAT HOTDOGS and not send them straight home. (That one went home at 5am).

The next morning when I got up again, I began to clean my house for the upcoming party and realized that I needed to clean the bathroom that the boys had been using because someone had crapped all over the sides of the toilet and I assume someone else, had thrown up in the sink... and they broke the rules of Management and didn't tell me about either! 

The party was fun, quick and ROWDY. We had about 25 kids show up. Some I'm not even sure of their names or how they came and went.  Austin got some really nice gifts and while unwrapping them all said not one word... and was dressed in his brown jedi robe (dookie brown) with his brown beard... and a pair of Sunglasses. He looked rather like a cross between Moses and one of the ZZ Top guys.  He did however, point and nod approvingly at the people who gave him presents... more so to the people who gave cash ($140 total- didn't MY birthday just pass? Where's my cash?)  His cousin Brenden looked at me and whispered, "That's alot of money, do you think Austin will give me his invitation list so I can invite the same people to my party?"

Someone gave the dog masking tape!!!

After the party was over, Douche (AKA- Austin's Father) decided to leave his girlfriends kids to stay the night too... because he conveniently forgot which night they were SUPPOSED to be here.... so I still had kids until Sunday morning.  *sigh*   and I've been cleaning my house for the past 7 hours.... it's ALMOST clean!

the sweet Shampoo Fairy strikes again!

I have made a discovery quite recently that the shampoo that I use has a mystical power over my love life. I know this may seem odd and unusual but it MUST be true. Allow me to explain. Perhaps a week or two before meeting Quuuuuuuuue I had bought for the first time Herbal Essences Long Term Relationship, a shampoo for long hair or rather una champu por cabello largo. Then as fate may have it we met and history was made. As things go in relationships it is/has been nice, even the break up that we had in Mid-March wasn’t hostile in any way… nor was it a traditional break up because we have yet to quit seeing each other, spending time together, date anyone else or even in any respect of the word, stop dating each other. This I never questioned because I just figured that since I’m remarkable in every sense of the word… who could leave (seriously joking). Then I realized last week when I went to buy more shampoo that they now have a new fragrance called “Breaks Over”. I purchased this type because my hair has been extremely messed up and the ends have been splitting. Of course, this weekend as almost every weekend since we’ve met, we spent time together and Quuuuuue had the opportunity to use the new champu and then something MAGICAL happened. He started being all attentive again… and has proceeded in calling me and texting me every day this week. It’s like we are starting all over again with the amount of attention… so the only thing I can assume is that this is a direct result of the shampoo…. WHICH by the way I noticed on the bottom of the bottle of BREAKS OVER it says: A LOVE POTION FOR BAD hair BREAK UPS.

So I’m not going to question the power of the shampoo. But I am going to go back and look for Herbal Essences Happily Ever After or possibly Surprise Proposal? Although if I were to make my own shampoo it would have a fold down label with a biography of my life the way it was intended to be written on it.

So I figure to be magical and inanimate means there must be a being that has enchanted the creamy goodness. A sort of Shampoo Fairy if you will and I have decided that I will honor the shampoo fairy in all her kindness by being her for Halloween! I have scoured the internet for a costume and this is the best I can find. What do you think?

It's the end of the world as we know it... and I feel finnnnnnnnnnne.

You've probably read this before. It makes sense!!!

THE COUNTRY of TEXOARKLA

In case things get a little tougher during the next few months, we In LOUISIANA, TEXAS , OKLAHOMA & ARKANSAS have a plan.

Maybe you don't know it, but LOUISIANA , TEXAS , OKLAHOMA , & ARKANSAS have a legal right to secede from the Union . (Reference the Texas/Louisiana-American Annexation Treaty of 1848.)

Us TEXOARKLANS love y'all Americans, but we'll probably have to take action since Barack Obama won the election and is now the President of the U.S.A. We'll miss ya'll though.

Here is what can happen:

1. Barack Hussein Obama, after becoming the President of the United States , begins to try and create a socialist country, then TEXAS , LOUISIANA , ARKANSAS and OKLAHOMA announces that they are going to secede from the Union ..

2. George W. Bush becomes the President of the Republic of TEXOARKLA . You might think that he doesn't talk too pretty, but we haven't had another terrorist attack and the economy was fine until the effects of Barney Frank and the Democrats lowering the qualifications for home loans came home to roost..

So what does TEXOARKLA have to do to survive as a Republic?

1. NASA is just south of Houston, Texas . We will control the space industry.

2. We refine over 90% of the gasoline in the United States ..

3. Defense Industry--we have over 65% of it. The term "Don't mess with TEXAS ," will take on a whole new meaning.

4. Oil - we can supply all the oil that the Republic of TEXOARKLA will need for the next 300 years. What will the other states do? Gee, we don't know. Why not ask Obama?

5. Natural Gas - again, we have all we need and it's too bad about those Northern States. John Kerry and AlGore will just have to figure out a way to keep them warm...

6. Computer Industry - we lead the nation in producing computer chips and communications equipment - small companies like Texas Instruments, Dell Computer, EDS, Raytheon, National Semiconductor, Motorola, Intel, AMD, Nortel, Alcatel, etc.. The list goes on and on.

7. Medical Care - We have the research centers for cancer research, the best burn centers and the top trauma units in the world, as well as other large health centers.

8. We have enough colleges to keep educating and making smarter citizens: University of Texas , Texas A&M, Texas Tech, University of Oklahoma , Oklahoma State University, UL-Lafayette, UL-Monroe, LSU, Louisiana Tech University , University of Arkansas , Arkansas State Universit y , Baylor, Rice, TCU, SMU and MANY more.

9. We have an intelligent and energetic work force and it isn't restricted by a bunch of unions. Here in TEXOARKLA, we are a Right-to-Work State and, therefore, it's every man and woman for themselves.. We just go out and get the job done.. And if we don't like the way one company operates, we get a job somewhere else.

10. We have essential control of the paper, plastics, and insurance industries, etc.

11. In case of a foreign invasion, we have the TEXOARKLA National Guard, the TEXOARKLA Air National Guard, and several military bases. We don't have an Army, but since everybody down here has at least six guns and a pile of ammo, we can raise an Army in 24 hours if we need one. If the situation really gets bad, we can always call the Department of Public Safety and ask them to send over the Texas Rangers.

12. We are totally self-sufficient in beef, poultry, hogs, and several types of grain, fruit and vegetables and let's not forget seafood from the Gulf. Also, everybody down here knows how to cook them so that they taste good. We don't need any food from somewhere else.

13. FIVE of the ten largest cities in the United States and THIRTY TWO of the 100 largest cities in the United States are located in TEXOARKLA. And TEXOARKLA also has more land than California , New York , New Jersey , Connecticut , Delaware , Hawaii , Massachusetts , Maryland , Rhode Island and Vermont combined.

14. Trade: FIVE of the ten largest ports in the United States are located in TEXOARKLA.

15. We also manufacture cars down here, but we don't need to. You see, nothing rusts in TEXOARKLA so our vehicles stay beautiful and run well for decades.

This just names a few of the items that will keep the Republic of TEXOARKLA in good shape. There isn't a thing out there that we need and don't have.

Now to the rest of you folks in the United States under President Obama:

Since you won't have the refineries to get gas for your cars, only President Obama will be able to drive around in his big 9 mpg SUV.. The rest of the United States will have to walk or ride bikes.

You won't have any TV as the Space Center in Houston will cut off satellite communications.

You won't have any natural gas to heat your homes, but since AlGore has predicted global warming, you will not need the gas as long as you survive the 2000 years it will take to get enough heat from Global Warming.

In other words, the rest of ya'll in the USA are screwed!

Signed, The People of TEXOARKLA

Ps.  we've also figured out how to stop the spread of Swine Flu:

The Dalai lama told me tooooooooo

today I did one of those silly fortune/future telling quizes.  Of course I don't believe in them or anything but a friend sent it to me and said it was cute and fun and I was bored. 

first it tells you in about 10 different screens to not cheat (??) yeah, I was confused too because I just figured that something as omnipotent as a chain letter PowerPoint would be able to tell if I were cheating and would probably send ten thousand flaming monkey's to  sit in my back yard and point their fingers at me while shaking their heads in disgust... at exactly 12:34am... and this would probably stop my true love from kissing me at that exact moment too. 

The next thing you have to do is put these animals in order of importance to you, to save time I have already done so:

Horse
Cow
Tiger
Sheep
Pig

This means that my priories are:  Family; Career; Pride; Love and Money.

it's a good thing money is last being that I don't have any...

Next I'm supposed to describe IN ONE WORD the following things:

dog:  FAITHFUL -------   how I see myself

cat:   SNUGGLY -------   how I see my lover/spouse/significant other (Quuuuuuu??)

rat:    DIRTY -------------   how I see my enemies

coffee: DELICIOUS---   how I see sex

sea:   REFRESHING--- how I see my life

I should now use the following colors to depict people I know:

Yellow:   Joleen  --------  Someone I'll never forget
Orange: My Sister-----   My TRUE friend
Red:       Marq-----------   Someone I really love
White:    Karen----------   My Twin Soul
Green:   Austin----------   Someone I'll remember for the rest of my life.

*pondering*  now what?  I'm supposed to send this to 7 friends by Saturday? *shrugs*  ok.  whatever.

Know what makes me really happy?  My Taylor candy goodness:

 

Bella Safe and Alice Approved!

I'm having a hard time deciding on the title for this blog. I have several ideas:

1. Ladies use duct tape too!
2. Just call me Mc-frickin-Gyver.
3. Who the hell stuffed a sock in my vacuum hose?
4. What can you do with a broken arrow, a broken paper clip and 6 inches of duct tape?


hmm... they just keep getting longer and longer. 


Really though, this all started when I decided to clean my house (cause I thought Karen was coming over and I know how much dust bothers her) and I was vacuuming my carpet, went to put the vacuum away and decided that it would be a good idea to check under the couch cushions.


This is what I found:


1. Nerds.  The sweet candy kind, not computer savvy white kids who will inevitably make more money than me when they grow up.  I blame this finding on Quuuuuuuue.  He was eating Nerds on my couch a couple of weeks ago while watching movies.

2. A tag from a Strawberry/Apple Pucker bottle. This actually embarrasses me a little because the last time we would have had Sour Apple Pucker in my house would have been New Year's Eve which indicatively shows the last time that I could have possibly vacuumed under the cushions on my couch... This I blame on Dallas.  He drinks that stuff a lot.

3. Doritos. Nothing really to say about Doritos except that my kid has been eating a lot of junk while I sleep. It's getting expensive.  I attribute the Doritos to Austin.


4. Dirt, Sand, A Leaf (brown crunchy), a couple of rocks.   DAMN DOGS.


5. a Pair of Socks (matching).... which is the initial purpose of this blog... cause I want to show just how uber cool and ... wait... really? "uber" isn't a word? It just red lined "uber".  *shrugs* whatever... I'm still using it.  So like I was saying...


... I was vacuuming under the couch cushions and I accidentally sucked up one of the socks in the hose. My vacuum starts convulsing and making this nnnnnnnneeeeeerrrrrrr sound.  So I turn it off and attempt to correct the issue. and this is where the story gets good. 


I had to remove the hose to determine where the sock was lodged. Then tried to stick the broom in there to push it through /fail #1.  Tried digging it out with a stick /fail #2. and just when I thought it couldn't be done, I began channeling McGyver's spirit and made this:

 

As you can see... it's a broken arrow with a paper clip taped to the end with Duct Tape... I stuck it down into the vacuum hose and very easily pulled the mischievous sock out.  You can also see the sock's mate laying in the floor holding the screws that attach the hose to the vacuum cleaner... 

and I completed the task... the couches are now Bella safe and Alice approved! 

MASH

           M.A.S.H.
Husband                R P M                    Pet

Zack               _____________________                  Dog 

Taylor            |                                         |              River Otter

Adrian            |                                        |              Meerkat        

                      |            | | | |                      |

                      |                            4          |

 Car                |____________________|        Occupation

Black Porshe 911 Turbo                               Professional Pianist

Silver Z                                                         Clothing Designer

Black BMW                                                 Winery and Cheese 

Residence                                                                             Wedding Colors

Germany                                                       Black and Silver

Italy                                                              Ivory and Red

Monaco                                                        Champagne and green

Children                                                                              Honeymoon Locale  

  2                                                                  Brazil

  1                                                                  New Zealand

  0                                                                  Isle of Esme

So the other night me and Karen and Lori went out to have a little JUST GIRL TIME.  We ended up going to Chili's for dinner and then over the The Underground for coffee (or drinks as we like to call them).  As we were having a real kick booty good time and laughing parts of our bodies off Lori and I discovered that Karen, dear, sweet Karen, had NEVER played MASH as a child... this I attribute and BLAME on her sisters... I mean FOR real, who has 4 older sisters and still has never played MASH?  OK... so I got really excited and said, "geez, I wish we had some paper so we could play right now!"   **POOOOOF**  quite literally Karen magically makes paper appear on the table... and not just a scrap, or the back of a napkin... but  a WHOLE freaking notebook with a psuedo-marker board on one side.  *shrugs*  pretty damn cool if I have to be the one who says it...   OK.  so we do MASH on Karen. and then on Lori....   *BIG SMILE* and then on me... as you can see from above!!!!  I had such a wonderful awesome time... and I'm supposed to hang it on my wall but I'm afraid I'll lose it or my house will burn or something, so I chose to put it forever in cyberspace... typed in the same color as the walls in my bedroom ----ACK---- there's a gnat trying to fly up my nose, hold on a minute-----Sniff Sniff---- ok, it's gone.  SO, either way I have to say that I haven't had such a care free fun time in a while. Considering that we were not supposed to use anybody we actually KNEW, it pretty much had to be celebrity names and exotic places. You know, like it was when we were young and had vivid imaginations and dreams.... i guess i should have put, Chad Allen, Kirk Cameron and Makenzie Aston.  hahaha that's great!!! I wonder what they are up to these days... Did we do MASH when NKOTB was popular? or were we too old??? cause I so totally would have replaced Kirk Cameron with Joey McIntyre.  Mmmmaaaahahaha. 

Here a chick chick... a very selfish chick chick...

so i'm feeling kinda selfish today, not in a bad way... like, i don't want other people to not have things so i can... i just want my own little world.   i think this really started on wednesday night when lori mentioned that she didn't know how i can sleep on my bed because it squeaks SO much.  and i must say i agree completely.  either way i was thinking about all the things i want:

1. a new bed, not the frame work which i find that my bed is not only artsy but pretty and feminine as well.  i just want a new super comfy, non-squeaky mattress and spring set.

2. a food processor.  i know what you must think, why?  well because i'm selfish and i want to make those really yummy OREO balls all the time but i don't like crushing up a whole package of OREO's with a hand held chopper.

3. a shopping spree through HOME DEPOT. i won't say that i'm being selfish again, but....  i want a new stove, washer/dryer, dishwasher, refrigerator, all new deadbolts and door knobs, a DECK- with cutsy lighting, landscaping... ok i'm done raping HD.

4. i would like some new clothes too.  *das ecaf*  <-- that's a sad face but backwards... i'm hiding my sad face because i'm also embarrassed.

oooooh i just got bored... done with my wish list....

so i do have a random picture of the day also:

this is the marker board in my office.  my employees (namely Jessica and Kim at the moment) tend to like to decorate it.  right now as you can see, there is a farm.  a giant turkey (that appears to be throwing up) some little chicks and a miniture long horn bull that really looks like an enormous cockroach   oops i mean,  penisroach. 

alright Los Angeles... i'm signing out for now.  catch me on the flip side.

*edit*   i'm adding another pic from the MARKER BOARD:

  

Aliens, crop circles and a galaxy??

New Band.... watch and enjoy.

 Check out this new band.... Vampire Weekend....  they are pretty cute.  Quuuuuuuuuuuuu tipped me off to them. Check them out on Youtube. Pretty good stuff.

weird and random email of the day....

From: Keiv Spare
To: angela
Sent: Thursday, September 10, 2009 9:43:51 AM
Subject: Re: Trans Siberian Orchestra in Little Rock December 19, 2009


I don't know much about you, but I remember things. I know you're gorgeous, live in Arkansas, you like Blue October and the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I remember one time you had tickets and couldn't find anyone to go with you - which seemed so wrong to me that a gorgeous woman couldn't find a guy to go to a show with her (not an indictment of you, but of the quality of guys in Arkansas, I'm sure). I recall I was more than willing to go with you, but I lived too far away, and I assumed you hated me or thought I was weird (an irrational assumption I make about everyone, especially attractive women)



I don't know why my brain remembers certain things. It's like it has a mind of it's own. Oh yeah, it does!


________________________________________________________________

On Thu, Sep 10, 2009 at 9:37 AM, angela  wrote:

ha... how did you remember that i like them?

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From: Keiv Spare
To: ME
Sent: Wednesday, September 9, 2009 6:02:31 PM
Subject: Trans Siberian Orchestra in Little Rock December 19, 2009


FYI:

North Little Rock Verizon Arena

Tickets go on sale October 2nd thru ticketmaster

"You belong to Me" oh blog'o mine...

So this is the first of much rambling about things that would only entertain one or two people IF they are delusional, suffering from some mild form of mental instability or possibly taking illegal drugs of some kind. I apologize now.



I’ve also realized that this will be quite literally a “survival of the fittest” type blog for as it appears now; I will be constantly battling for the rights to use certain materials before KAREN gets to them! Yes, Karen- your name has appeared in not only the first blog, but the second paragraph, so to coin your phrase so eloquently “suck it” *insert random smiley face here-maybe with a pointy nose that no one really understands*. LOTI


I think the highlight/humorous/kids say the darnedest thing moment of today may have happened this morning before the sun was even up. “Is it bad when the bread is blue?” *shock*


Alright, so I didn’t want this to be the first “feeling” conveyed but I must gripe a tiny bit already. It seems lately that I have been down and I’m extremely worried because I know that the winter causes my SADD (google it, it’s a real issue) to increase to a level that I am not fully sure I can handle this year. I’m going to blame it on my upcoming menses this time, though I seriously doubt that is the reason. I don’t want to delve into the bullets of this at the moment but I will. Later. I. Will. So for now I will do what I do best when I feel bad… virtual shop… pictures below:

There, now I feel much better, isn't that gorgeous??

OH, btw…. Special thanks goes out to Karen for the trees, non-fixed on the sides of my blog. To Jake for saying I'm pornarific or pornalicious or whatever it was- it made me feel better. To General Mills, Hershey's, and Skippy for allowing me to enjoy MONGREL MIX. To Alice for letting me impersonate her. To my son just because he deserves to be mentioned, probably because he understands the actual concept of WCN and not only lets me participate but steals coffee when I'm not looking and puts himself to bed without any assistance from me. Yeah, he's pretty awesome!! To Jessica who makes me GET OUT so I don't lose my ever-loving mind.  To random minorities who insist on pumping my gas and leering at me with a tiny bit of "slobber" drizzling from one side of a loose smile. To Taylor- the love of my  life  week (maybe longer).  To my mom for making me smile (she's funny, you should talk to her sometime-and she wants to go back to Disney World without me- i'm pissed, maybe- probably not. I need to think about this more. and i need to stop making things in my parenthesis longer than the actual sentence that it's in). To the Lord above who made all of this possible and to the fans, for without you I wouldn't be where I am today.  OH... and also to Taylor Swift- she's an emotional badass and I want to imprint on her... but not in an inappropriate way. Maybe I should just get a rubber bracelet that says WWTSD.  (btw, title is compliments of her too) ok. Well, that's all for now.