First Day of Escuela!

Hello, Gorgeous

Granny Will Be the Judge of That

Granny said what?

The Eyes Match the Dress

sunlounger

That Golden Glow

Let Me Show You the World in My Eyes

First photos from my new camera! I'm in luh-huv!

Prancing with Lens Blur

Does this call for a new camera? I think maybe...

Frog Dogs

out the window

sandman

sheepdog

boing boing

a wet day in july

hey diddle, diddle

i met my friend's BF tonight. he was just, just, someone i wouldn't want a crack whore to marry. SF was dying to show him his room and 'secret lair'. in addition, SF was excited to give his guests a gumball from the Ford machine. this was met unenthusiastically by said boyfriend. i didn't react but i thought, 'you sir are exactly the pig i always imagined you to be'. i asked SF if he liked the BF and he said "yeah, but he's crosseyed".

he is.

he moved in with my friend earlier this summer. he shows up at night and leaves in the morning. every weekend he is 'working.' she's 20, he's 29. there are so many red flags i want to bust out a bruce lee move and ring the bell in the ring. oy.

i'm glad it's over. he lacks warmth, personality and uncrossed eyes. i'm so glad that i'm single. even if the sex is mindblowing, i'd rather diddle myself.

lydia

stolen from mod*mom

my mama

me & me & my dog

i actually like this photo


my classic crooked smile...

sf and his nanny

goatcart racing

what's it all about, alfie?

this is 'alfie' the Tibetan Terrier, my parents new baby!

milkin' it

three dogs

my sassy sunshine

the green goddess

just a bunch of kale, cabbage and cukes...
drink up, sailor!

licorice

this little piggy

"piggy"- the pug chihuahua pup

The Dish

Yay! I'm Jeanna's guest blogger! Hooray! Hooray! Sometime, Jeanna and I are going to get tipsy together! If you haven't enjoyed her blog before, you should! She has plans for something bigger in the works and she'll be moving on from The Dish. Catch her while she's hot!

i'm glad it's over and other drivel...

yay. my gigantic sale is finished. i took the really nice stuff that was left over and donated it to a women's shelter. the rest of the shit went to bethesda thrift store. i've had trouble recovering from the mess though.

i got completely shitfaced on saturday night, staying up until 4:30 in the morning with some friends. thankfully they were there when the mouse trap thwacked so they could carry out the deceased. i'm chicken she-ot that way.

it's realy groovy though, i have an echo in my living room and i like it. it's empty like so many other parts of me.

snowflake

arrrrrrr!

sf and his pal in the belly of the garage

crackin' the corn for jimmy

i just came by to clear some cobwebs and such. whats new, magoo? me? oh, i'm just fine. i finished my 18 credit semester in style. would you like to see the project i completed? here you go. what do you think? please don't tell me my baby is ugly! guh.

about nine years ago i began a process and i lost a lot of weight. it just happened. i was in a groove. now that i'm 40, i've been reflecting on all of the extra baggage i have clogging my serenity. it's hard to relax when your basement is packed with stuff from your garage.

so...i began the arduous task of detoxing my space from clutter and things that could disappear and i would never notice or miss them. i'm having this insanely huge sale of all of my stuff. i'm going through the house with a fine toothed comb. it was weird though.

i threw out all of the old report cards my parents kept for me. i threw out all of the photos from parties, college life and spring break. i threw out some photos of friends that i haven't spoken to in years. why keep them?

all of the lit papers i wrote in college? gone.

in purging the clutter, i reclaimed the small attic and made it into sf's secret lair. when i ventured on selling all of out stuffed companions, i was met with a resounding no(chipmunk style). now they're all lined up as if in a theatre watching the 13" Sponge Bob.

i found the Garfield comforter i bought with the money from 8th grade confirmation. i passed it on to the wee sprite after a fresh wash and now it is at home among the stuffing.

next week i'm having the sale of a lifetime. i feel so good. soon it will all be gone. all of those things i saved, the things i threw away, just aren't me anymore. let someone else be their guardian.

diablito

to blog or not to blog

i feel so icky. just gross. the positive thing is that i'm finishing an 18 credit semester with a 4.0. so suck on that. in other departments, things just totally suck. summer is practically here and i just want to crawl into my own cave deep in the woods and tell everyone to fuck off. ahhhhhhh.

sf and i are having a battle of wills. he tests me at every turn. last night he decided he couldn't wait to have dinner so he grabbed this enormous food club bag of skittles and started chowing. when he refused to stop, i said fine, go ahead. enjoy those. you can eat all the skittles you want. in fact you can have fucking skittles for breakfast lunch and dinner. go right the fuck ahead.

this morning the nanny texted me and said he threw up all over. i didn't feel bad. honestly, i just want to jump on a plane and never look back. yes, i do mean to bitch because it has been hard. very hard at times being a single parent. and it outright sucks sometimes. so excuse me while i just scream loudly to myself and FUCK! FUCK! FUCKITY! FUCK! copiously.

piss off.

things that go bump in the night

i have so many strange dreams and thoughts. i vacillate from thinking 'i should write that letter' to 'fuck it'. these feelings of fondness are usually sparked by tom petty songs. the longer you stay away from writing the harder it seems to be. like do i really want to write down what i'm feeling?

i feel attached in time to someone. i haven't spoken to this person in a very long time, but the feeling is always there. it's a fuzzy little creature living in the nether regions of my mind. upon waking i have remembrances of this 'thing' rooting around causing a disturbance or two. fighting with the locals. usually it leaves me with a glow. and then i think, am i nuts?

someone can send you a line or two and you can sense their warmth. they really have it. others are so removed and obscure that any attempt at connecting with you seems bizarre or contrived. what the fuck do they want? honestly, they need to come right out with it and not fuck around. no cryptic babble, please.

whatever.

baby, don't it feel like heaven right now? don't it feel like something from a dream? why yes it does and yes it is.

a dream.

coupla things...