Sunday, January 31, 2010

feeling creative!!

I'm off to the kitchen to paint!!!!!

Saturday, January 30, 2010


click on the title of this post

here are the words:

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God, what have we done to you?

We always tried to share The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through.

Things get damaged, Things get broken
I thought we'd manage But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle There was so little left to give...

Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you.

If God has a masterplan
That only he understands
I hope it's your eyes he's seeing through.

Things get damaged, Things get broken
I thought we'd manage But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle There was so little left to give...

I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your heart for two.

Things get damaged, Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle There was so little left to give...

Thursday, January 28, 2010

bear with me.

I am soo sick and not getting much better. I am very dizzy and I am already sick of bed. and I am wearing the pears I was eating, good thing they are in pear juice and not syrup.
It will get worst before better. but I will lose some weight being sick so I'm at least on the right track.
love you all. I hate antibiotics.
what can I say I love cats.

I thinks I figured it outs!

I changed some stuffs around so if you lovely people would try again I would be most grateful!

A message from my great friend Beth!

Hiya Bib,
I've just been catching up with your blog (lovelovelove!!) and frakkin' ackin' Blogger keeps giving me an error message whenever I post a comment...just wanted you to know that your posts are da bomb - so funny (..."his ass swallowed an apple") and so honest and so you!
Sending rays of warmth your way....Love, Beth
ps - THANK YOU SO MUCH for your kind words and the Happiness award!


well folks comments have been screwed up due to spam and crap from the HOSTILE CHINESE'S!
they keep sending my crap on month old blogs so I spammed all of there shit, and it took the rest of you with it in an attempt to deal with the harassing, stupid, and pointless comments.
I will endeavour to get you guys back, please bear with me!

medicine makes me maudlin!

Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address
Of everyone I've ever known
It's nothing I regret
Save it for another day
It's the school exam and the kids have run away

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart

I was upset you see
Almost all the time
You used to be a stranger
Now you are mine

I wouldn't even trust you
I've not got much to give
We're dealing in the limits
And we don't know who with
You may think that I'm out of hand
That I'm naive, I'll understand
On this occasion, it's not true
Look at me, I'm not you

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart

I was a short fuse
Burning all the time
You were a complete stranger
Now you are mine

I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain about my wounded heart

Just wait till tomorrow
I guess that's what they all say
Just before they fall apart

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

fun and my whoo hoo!

(I have crotch cooties)
bacterial vaginous like a yeast infection but bacteria.
like an ear infection, but of the whoo hoo.
would explain the month and 1/2 of pain...
but none of the usual symptoms, the dr. thinks, since I keep myself so clean.
Finally got diagnosed guess how?
dr appt this am.

"I gotta pee you guys want a sample?
I have pelvic pain.(pain that has had me in the fetal position for days now, sucking down motrin like water)
oh okay then we want one."

(have any of you guys been kicked in the nads with a steel toe boot?)

damn dr doesn't want me on meds and then wants to put me on antibiotics,
I freaked and went to the ER they gave me this gel to put in my whoo hoo.
big joke going there....
DR. said that I could eat it and it wouldn't make me sick, I told the dr that that was just gross, like deliveries in the rear.
he look like he swallowed an apple up his ass. hahahahaha...
I told the nurse and she said V-A-G-I-N-A-L-L-Y!
then the pharmacist tell me not to drink alcohol with this... apparently u AREN'T supposed to drive right after using this vag gel!
cool! not only does it cure my pain but makes me unable to operate heavy equipment.
I took it an I am now numb, from the waist down.
damn modern medicine is good!

freedom just sent me this:
BV is gross! I feel terrible for you that you got it...but, what can I say? Maybe it's good you did, because your doctors have finally begun to respect your health issues a little bit more.

Did I tell you about this article I read last week detailing the woes of fat women when they see their physicians versus the woes of fat men? (anybody 20lbs+overweight). Fat women are more likely to be seen as lazy and undisciplined than fat men, and therefore receive substandard health care!

I'll find the article i read and send it to you.


something I watched on TV today, said that a study was done. they showed fat men and women separately to test groups and told them to write down what came to mind.
for the men: chubby strong athletic.
for the women: lazy gross disgusting.

there are more and more people my size and bigger, and it is just going to get worse.


this time of the morning the guys I live with ambush each other in the hallway with farts!

Tuesday, January 26, 2010



a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre


It's Cold !

The End
A cat in Harrisburg has a special friend that visits every morning.

The owner finally took pics.

a funny animal story sent to me by an admirer!

Jasper and the Unbaked Yeast Rolls
(too funny not to share!)

Those of you who have/had animals will probably appreciate
it more. It is a story that is hilarious in itself and the
person that wrote it is a good writer and made the story
even better. Enjoy...

We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came to us
in the summer of 2001 from the fox terrier rescue program.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with this type of
adoption, imagine taking in a 10 year old child about whom
you know nothing and committing to doing your best to be a
good parent.

Like a child, the dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He
will only sleep on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as
close to my face as he can get without actually performing a
French kiss on me.

Lest you think this is a bad case of 'no
discipline,' I should tell you that Perry and I tried
every means to break him of this habit including locking him
in a separate bedroom for several nights. The new door cost
over $200. But I digress.

Five weeks ago we began remodeling our house. Although the
cost of the project is downright obnoxious, it was 20 years
overdue AND it got me out of cooking Thanksgiving for
family, extended family, and a lot of friends that I like
more than family most of the time.

I was assigned the task of preparing 144 of my famous yeast
dinner rolls for the two Thanksgiving feasts we did attend.

I am still cursing the electrician for getting the new oven
hooked up so quickly. It was the only appliance in the whole
darn house that worked, thus the assignment.

I made the decision to cook the rolls on Wed evening to
reheat Thurs am. Since the kitchen was freshly painted, you
can imagine the odor. Not wanting the rolls to smell like
Sherwin Williams #586, I put the rolls on baking sheets and
set them in the living room to rise for a few hours. Perry
and I decided to go out to eat, returning in about an hour.
The rolls were ready to go in the oven.

It was 8:30 PM. When I went to the living room to retrieve
the pans, much to my shock one whole pan of 12 rolls was
empty. I called out to Jasper and my worst nightmare became
a reality. He literally wobbled over to me. He looked like
a combination of the Pillsbury dough boy and the Michelin
Tire man wrapped up in fur. He groaned when he walked. I
swear even his cheeks were bloated.

I ran to the phone and called our vet. After a few seconds
of uproarious laughter, he told me the dog would probably be
OK, however, I needed to give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours
for the rest of the night.

God only knows why I thought a dog would like Pepto Bismol
any more than my kids did when they were sick. Suffice it to
say that by the time we went to bed the dog was black, white
and pink He was so bloated we had to lift him onto the bed
for the night.

We arose at 7:30 and as we always do first thing; put the
dog out to relieve himself. Well, the dog was as drunk as a
sailor on his first leave. He was running into walls,
falling flat on his butt and most of the time when he was
walking his front half was going one direction and the other
half was either dragging the grass or headed 90 degrees in
another direction.

He couldn't lift his leg to pee, so he would just walk
and pee at the same time. When he ran down the small incline
in our back yard he couldn't stop himself and nearly
ended up running into the fence.

His pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy as a loon. I
endured another few seconds of laughter from the vet (second
call within 12 hours) before he explained that the yeast had
fermented in his belly and that he was indeed drunk.

He assured me that, not unlike most binges we humans go
through, it would wear off after about 4 or 5 hours and to
keep giving him Pepto Bismol.

Afraid to leave him by himself in the house, Perry and I
loaded him up and took him with us to my sister's house
for the first Thanksgiving meal of the day.

My sister lives outside of Muskogee on a ranch, (10 to 15
minute drive). Rolls firmly secured in the trunk (144 less
12) and drunk dog leaning from the back seat onto the
console of the car between Perry and I, we took off.

Now I know you probably don't believe that dogs burp,
but believe me when I say that after eating a tray of risen
unbaked yeast rolls, DOGS WILL BURP. These burps were pure
Old Charter. They would have matched or beat any smell in a
drunk tank at the police station. But that's not the
worst of it.

Now he was beginning to fart and they smelled like baked
rolls. God strike me dead if I am not telling the truth! We
endured this for the entire trip to Karen's, thankful
she didn't live any further away than she did.

Once Jasper was firmly placed in my sister's garage
with the door locked, we finally sat down to enjoy our first
Thanksgiving meal of the day. The dog was the topic of
conversation all morning long and everyone made trips to the
garage to witness my drunken dog, each returning with a tale
of Jasper's latest endeavor to walk without running into
something. Of course, as the old adage goes, 'what goes
in must come out' and Jasper was no exception.

Granted if it had been me that had eaten 12 risen, unbaked
yeast rolls, you might as well have put a concrete block up
my behind, but alas a dog's digestive system is quite
different from yours or mine. I discovered this was a mixed
blessing when we prepared to leave Karen's house. Having
discovered his 'packages' on the garage floor, we
loaded him up in the car so we could hose down the floor.

This was another naive decision on our part. The blast of
water from the hose hit the poop on the floor and the poop
on the floor with stood the blast from the hose. It was like
Portland cement beginning to set up and cure.

We finally tried to remove it with a shovel. I (obviously
no one else was going to offer their services) had to get on
my hands and knees with a coarse brush to get the remnants
off of the floor. And as if this wasn't degrading
enough, the darn dog in his drunken state had walked through
the poop and left paw prints all over the garage floor that
had to be brushed too.

Well, by this time the dog was sobering up nicely so we
took him home and dropped him off before we left for our
second Thanksgiving dinner at Perry's sister's

I am happy to report that as of today (Monday) the dog is
back to normal both in size and temperament. He has had a
bath and is no longer tricolor. None the worse for wear I
presume. I am also happy to report that just this evening I
found 2 risen unbaked yeast rolls hidden inside my closet

It appears he must have come to his senses after eating 10
of them but decided hiding 2 of them for later would not be
a bad idea. Now, I'm doing research on the computer as
to: 'How to clean unbaked dough from the carpet.'

And how was your day?

funny stories are great!


Sitting together on a train was Obama, George Bush Jr., a little old
lady, and a young blonde girl with large breasts.

The train goes into a dark tunnel and a few seconds later there is the
sound of a loud slap.

When the train emerges from the tunnel, Obama has a bright red hand
print on his cheek.

No one speaks.

The old lady thinks: Obama must have groped the blonde in the dark,
and she slapped him.

The blonde girl thinks: Obama must have tried to grope me in the dark,
but missed and fondled the old lady and she slapped him.

Obama thinks: Bush must have groped the blonde in the dark.
She tried to slap him but missed and got me instead.

George Bush thinks:
I can't wait for another tunnel, so I can smack Obama again.
This is too funny!! Who the heck had that much time on their hands to figure how to do this?

click to enlarge!


This is priceless – I had to share it!


"Our First Winter"

DEC 20th

It's starting to snow. The first of the season and the first we've seen

for years. The wife and I took out our hot toddies and sat on the porch

watching the fluffy soft flakes drift gently down clinging to the trees

and covering the ground. It's so beautiful and peaceful.

DEC 24th

We awoke to a lovely blanket of crystal white glistening snow covering as

far as the eye could see. What a fantastic sight, every tree and bush

covered with a beautiful white mantle. I shovelled snow for the first time

ever and loved it. I did both our driveway and the pavement. Later that

day a snowplough came along and accidentally covered up our driveway with

compacted snow from the street. The driver smiled and waved. I waved back

and shovelled it away again. The children next door built a snowman with

coal for eyes and a carrot for a nose, and had a snowball fight, a

couple just missed me and hit the car so I threw a couple back and joined

in their fun.

DEC 26th

It snowed an additional 5 inches last night and the temperature dropped

toaround minus 8 degrees. Several branches on our trees and bushes

snapped due to the weight of the snow. I shovelled the driveway again.

Shortly afterwards the snowplough came by and did his trick again.

Much of the snow is now a brownish - grey.

JAN 1st

Warmed up enough during the day to create some slush which soon became

ice when the temperature dropped again. Bought snow tyres for both our

cars. Fell on my arse in the driveway. Went to a physio but nothing was broken.

JAN 5th

Still cold. Sold the wife's car and bought her a 4x4 to get her to work.

She slid into a wall and did considerable damage to the right wing. Had

another 8 inches of white shite last night. Both vehicles are covered in

salt and iced up slush That bastard snowplough came by twice today.

Where's that bloody shovel.

JAN 9th

More fu**ing snow. Not a tree or bush on our property that hasn't been

damaged. Power was off most of the night. Tried to keep from freezing to

death with candles and a paraffin heater which tipped over and nearly

torched the house. I managed to put the flames out but suffered 2nd

degree burns on my hands. Lost all my eyebrows and eyelashes. Car hit a fu__ing

deer on the way to casualty and car was written off..

JAN 13th

Fu**ing bastard white shite just keeps on coming down. Have to put on

every article of clothing just to go to the post box. The little c*nts

next door ambushed me with snowballs on the way back - I'll shove that

carrot so far up the little bastard's arse it'll take a good surgeon hours

to find it. If I ever catch the c*nt that drives the snowplough I'll chew

open his chest and rip out his heart with my teeth. I think the bastard

hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shovelling and then he

accelerates down the street like Michael Schufu**ingmacher and buries the

fu**ing driveway again.

JAN 17th

Sixteen more fu**ing inches of fu**ing snow and fu**ing ice and fu**ing

sleet and god knows what other white shite fell last night. I am in court

in 3 months time for assaulting the snowplough driver with an ice-pick.

Can' t move my fu**ing toes. Haven't seen the sun for 5 weeks.

Minus 20 and more fu**ing snow forecast.

JAN 18th



. . .Something To Think About. .. .

Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.

4 minutes later:

The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

6 minutes:

A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again

10 minutes:

A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.

45 minutes:

The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

1 hour:

He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition..

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3..5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities.

The questions raised:

*In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?

*Do we stop to appreciate it?

*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made.

How many other things are we missing?
How many special persons pass us by and we do not MAKE ANY EFFORT TO get to know them?
I dunno if this is true or not it doesn't matter.

how many people are invisible in your life? are you one?
think about it.



How to tell if your feet have an odor problem.

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are now complete

couldn't resist...

Do you feel like working today?


The day after?

Next week?

Next Month?

Me neither!

I just want to dance and celebrate that I lived another day!!!


....have a GREAT Day!!! And Enjoy Your Daily Blessings!!!!

Life is short! Forgive quickly!

Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably and Let your Light shine brightly for all the world to see!!!!.


click to enlarge!

reminds me of my bathing suit malfunction, Monday night during water aerobics. I need a smaller suit. I'm doing one of my moves and my right breast decides to take a walk. I was doing this next to the only 3 men in the group, I bet they keep coming to water aerobics....
I loved what one guys said "Nice to see you! hope to see you again!" I have never seen him before.

Medical Warning!

Cadbury's: Medical Warning!


We were raised on CADBURY'S chocolate as kids and even into adulthood. I will never eat it again.. I hope from now on you will throw yours away whenever you are given any. It seems as though nothing is safe to eat anymore. This is what happens when you eat Cadbury's chocolate!


It could happen to you, your family and friends!

CADBURY'S Chocolate can cause SMALL FEET!

Warn everyone!

the year 1910!

Happy New Year from 1910....
One hundred years ago. What a difference a century makes!
Here are some of the U.S. statistics for the year 1910:
The average life expectancy in the U.S. was 47 years.
Only 14 percent of the homes in the U.S. had a bathtub.
Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone and a three-
minute call
from Denver to New York City cost eleven dollars.
There were only 8,000 cars in the U.S., and only 144 miles
of paved roads.
The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.
Alabama, Mississippi, Iowa, and Tennessee were each more
heavily populated than California.
With a mere 1.4 million people, California was only the
21st most populous state in the Union.
The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower!
The average wage in the U.S. was 22 cents per hour.
The average U.S. worker made between $200 and $400 per year.
A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per
year, a dentist $2,500 per year, a
veterinarian between $1,500 and $4,000 per year, and a
mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.
More than 95 percent of all births in the U.S. took
place at home..
Ninety percent of all U.S. doctors had no college
education. Instead, they attended so-called medical
schools, many of which were condemned in the press and
by the government as "substandard."
Sugar cost four cents a pound.
Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.
Coffee was fifteen cents a pound.
Most women only washed their hair once a month, and used
borax or egg yolks for shampoo.
Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from
entering into their country for any reason.
Five leading causes of death in the U.S. were:
1. Pneumonia and influenza
2. Tuberculosis
3. Diarrhoea
4. Heart disease
5. Stroke
The American flag had 45 stars..
Arizona, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Hawaii, and Alaska hadn't
been admitted to the Union yet.
The population of Las Vegas, Nevada, was only 30!!!
Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and ice tea hadn't been
invented yet.
There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.
Two out of every 10 U.S. adults couldn't read or write.
Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high
Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the
counter at the local corner drugstores.
Back then pharmacist said, "Heroin clears the complexion,
gives buoyancy to the mind, regulates the
stomach and bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect guardian of
health." (Shocking!)
Eighteen percent of households in the U.S. had at least one
full-time servant or domestic help.
There were about 230 reported murders in the entire U.S.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

my new favorite band Storm Large and the Balls!



ThX Freedom I miss you so much!


New Law:

With the high rate of attacks on women in secluded parking lots, especially during evening hours, the Minneapolis City Council has established a 'Women Only' parking lot at the Mall of America. Even the parking lot attendants are exclusively female so that a comfortable and safe environment is created for patrons.

Below is the first picture available of this world-first women-only parking lot in Minnesota .

Saturday, January 23, 2010

how I spent the last couple of weeks...

helping out friends with there business.
customer service work.
for one I am sporting 1/2 of a Mohawk. they call it a fohawk.
the rest of my head is shaved to a 1. for those of your that don't know what that is it is the setting next to bald.
remember woody the wood pecker....?

I have the attitude to go with it, I am not really a people person, and I am not able to be bullied any more. living with 15 men will do that to you.

so I am not having my usual 11 hours of sleep. I am living on coffee and people that want to strangle, shove stuff down my throat and don't like my "Gestapo" attitude.

You know what? things are they way they are. and if you owe money and are 4 months behind, I don't want to hear your sob story. pay your damn bill and get the fuck off..

One guy was like "I'm not arguing with you" yes sir you are "no I am not arguing with you"...
fine pay what you owe or your stuff goes to auction.

you know what 90 percent of people store? Garbage, literally. you have seen those extreme hoarders shows? just like that.

-now I also had allot of fun to and met really nice people. I am glad it is over though.

J. is laying in my bed and asked me what time I wanted to be woken up tomorrow. I told him that he is taking his life in his own hands. if by some chance I do wake up I am going right back to sleep.

but I am SOOOOOOOOOOO..... cute.
yeah, that's it. cute with a fohawk and a piranha 'tude.

AnD tHaT iS wHy pEoPlE lOvE mE!!!!

My self esteem has soared, every obstacle put in front of me I conquered, AND people LOVE me!
How great is that, I rock!

and the icing on the cake I hadn't seen someone that I know really well for like 3 months, first thing out of there mouth was "MY GOD YOU HAVE LOST SO MUCH WEIGHT!"
yeah, I have,~ a small child, actually!


Gotta love cats! I do.

how to hug a baby!

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freedom's new girl friend!;O)

And, if the two of you try to fight me for her, I'll flippin' cry, okay?!?!

click on the title I hope this works.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

my Happy award!

Thanks to AV of (among other blogs) and he gave me an award. thank you very much AV.

1. Link to where the award came from. Check.

2. Make a Happy List of 10 things that make me happy.

3. Share the award with 10 fellow bloggers.

So, here goes...

Happy List:
1.Pixie Hollow, it is an on-line game and I get to be a fairy and play with TinkerBell.

2.clean clothes, makes me very happy. as a child living with my mother I had to wash all of my clothes By hand. my mother spent all of the money on her. so my clothes would not be dry as I walked to school in the winter. I stunk. except when my father took us for a couple of weeks here and there, first thing he would do is make us strip and take a shower and put on clean clothes. clean clothes mean that I have money and I don't stink. I love laundromats, watching the dryer is better than TV. One day I will own my own washer and dryer.(I also have nice clothes that fit and are in great shape), also my worst enemy. when My father had us showered he would then feed us. it was the first real food we had sometimes in weeks(other than what school provided, and half of mine went to my younger brother). we got to have fruit and good things, not spoiled and raw things that would make you sick at the dinner table, cause if ya vomited you had to eat the vomit with my mom.

4.a safe place to live, I have never had one before. the rent is always paid. I have a real bed, and heat, my own things, nothing is taken away from me. and no one hurts me, or beats me.

5.My other half J. he loves me and has never hurt me. (he has in normal ways (but he has never beat or raped me,) and I don't want for anything.)
when I hug him I know that I won't be tortured, or mistreated. he always has something good to say about me, how special I am and how much he loves me, and how wonderful I am and that I am his inspiration. sobriety I had 5 years on January 9th 2010. I no longer drink, smoke or shoot drugs.

7. My blog and my friends here on-line and in my life outside the computer. they are THE BEST!

8.My gym membership. I get to go and swim, I love the water, and since I am as big as an(every increasingly smaller)whale I have the best time.

9.My honour. it is a gift I have given myself ( if you are not familiar with the movie "ROB ROY" I suggest you see it)

10.My life!~ I have one, and since I am past my expiration date, my time is mine.
I was supposed to be dead. my kidneys failed in June/July of 2005 when I had about 6 months sober.
My doctor told me "to make my funeral plans, as I had less than 3 months to live and that I would not live to see snow on the mountains (i.e. October). I got pissed off! I hadn't just gotten sober just to die. that is when I came home and told J. that I was going to die. he told me that I could go out a pain in the ass, or I could be a joy for what time I had left. he then went to his place and cried. I had allot of soul searching to do. I did. I figured that we all get what we get. and that I was damn luck to have any more days after the life I had lived, I had only made it that far on sheer will, with everything against me from the beginning.
it hasn't been easy or fun, and sometimes I want to die. then I pull my head out of my ass, wipe the shit out of my eyes, and keep going.
I have so much and I have given it to myself, only I can ruin it. it is not the problems,~ it is how you handle them that matters.

and a bonus couple due to the dark nature of this post, this blog isn't all glitter and fun, it is about me.

11. My crafts. I can do just about anything I try, I can cook and make people swoon with my cooking, I am smart and funny, and a great friend, and gosh darn it people love me. I am also losing weight (it has slowed down as the dr.'s are taking me off meds and I am so sick lately with withdraws) I am a quick learner. I don't always get jokes,~ more often that not they have to be explained to me....

so here are my ten bloggers

King Ass @ cooking for assholes, great food simplified, need I say more?

Grgg @ Grgg is very funny and smart and I love his blog! he named his cat sphincter.

Jesse @ Jesse is a great guy and an awesome artist. he is in the middle of awesome masks.

Beth @ Beth is a great smart funny woman that I love to death and sent me a Tijuana bible for Christmas among other things.

Friend @ 15 yr old Malaysian guy with a great head on his shoulders.

Julian @ Julian is Jesse's other half a sweety in her own right and a great artist.

Michael @ Michael is very funny and make allot of sense.

Jude @ Jude is new to me and paints great fish, she has a butter-fish painting that I would eat given half a chance.

Mike @ Mike is a great writer, he also goes by Innocent Owner of Mad Cats. he puts reindeer ears on his cats.

Lexi @ she is RobotNine's very creative daughter, check out her blog!

Sorry I updated all of my choices, forgot last night was too brain dead.

have fun Love and fishey fishes,

Nom Nom NOM.....

Three Men on a Hike

Three men were hiking through a forest when they came upon a large raging, Violent river. Needing to get to the other side, the first man prayed:
'God, please give me the strength to cross the river.'

Poof! .. God gave him big arms and strong legs and he was able to swim across in about 2 hours, having almost drowned twice.

After witnessing that, the second man prayed: 'God, please give me strength and the tools to cross the river'

Poof! .. God gave him a rowboat and strong arms and strong legs and he was able to row across in about an hour after almost capsizing once.

Seeing what happened to the first two men, the third man prayed: 'God, please give me the strength, the tools and the intelligence to cross the river'

Poof! .. He was turned into a woman. She checked the map, hiked one hundred yards up stream and walked across the bridge.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

I met Bess the art fairy!

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another special fairy showed up at pixie hollow today. her name is Bess and she is an art fairy that loves blueberry pie~!

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here is Hurricane in her chipmunk out fit with Bess to here right!
I am so proud of my Tinker fairy!

caturday~! Sunday style