Wednesday, December 31, 2008

I think I wanna be a chimp when I grow up...

But only if I can have a Segway!

Gosh! How I love the Chimp!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Here's the other thing I did instead of chores...

I hereby dubb her Gertie.

And if you look real close you can see the results of my indulging in my artistic nature.
On second thought, just look at the bunny!

Monday, December 29, 2008

Still Waters

"Loving life is easy when you are abroad. Where no one knows you and you hold your life in your hands all alone, you are more master of yourself than at any other time." Hannah Arendt

I came across this quote a few days ago and found it quite thought provoking.

Moving constantly as a child and young adult taught me to expect new people and places, new sights and sounds and of course the challenge of figuring out my new environment.
I do not have any lifelong friends, you know- that best friend from gradeschool or whenever that happens. I am not even that close to most of my siblings to be honest, though I do count my husband ,mother and a sister as my best friends.

I have learned to be funny and charming, instantly likeable to most of the world and at the same time to not invest too much in that world because I know that anything can and does happen.

I realized several years ago that this place was getting too familiar to me. The people I see out and about have become familiar faces and I'm not always sure if I like that. I think about what people will think if I laugh too loud or cuss too hard. I have learned that it is hard work to be a true friend and and because of that I need to be careful who I charm. I have lost the mastery of my self through this familiarity and have come to the conclusion that

Living deeply is hard.
I don't always like these still waters.
Somedays I wish I still wore my traveling shoes,
and could wade in the shallows
of this stream.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Wakie Wakie

I hate insomnia!

Saturday, December 27, 2008

A little background music helps...

I have lived and worked all over the U.S. and even halfway around the world as an ESL teacher in Northeast China. I've lived in big cities and podunk towns and many places in between. I was born in upstate New York but my parents are from the Deep South. My childhood was shaped by our constant moves with my Navy Dad, adrift in a sea of neighborhoods and schools. At one time I counted over 30 different houses we had lived in and I know I attended 19 schools in my 18 years of lower education. This constant upheaval was anchored by seasonal trips to visit various grandparents. At least those houses never changed, though the number of grandparents fluctuated as both of my parents worked their way through three marriages EACH.
I have stories you wouldn't believe, stories that would make you laugh, make you cry and some that would even make you cringe.
How about a funny one?
Now Grandaddy(my paternal grandfather) raised cattle in his retirement and had a rather large farm on which he did this. One section was called the Beasley Farm, I guess because he bought it from the Beasleys. This place had pastures, ponds, and a large pecan orchard-all of which were fenced off. Everything that is except the old homestead. Grandaddy, being a frugal man, saw no need to fence an area not often used for cattle grazing. However, being a frugal man, he saw no need to go through the trouble of occasionally mowing or bush hogging that old place since he had some perfectly good cows that would eat all the pesky brush growing up. A seeming conundrum wouldn't you think?
My Grandaddy, being the resourceful and frugal person he was, had a solution. Wait for it.
He had had many years in which to perfect his plan of attack. His cattle had been accustomed to the presence of electric fencing in their regular pastures. He was a firm believer in the use of BB guns to deter critters from trespassing in various locations on the farm. And slowly but surely over the years he had acquired many grandchildren, not to mention folding chairs.
So what was Grandaddy's plan?
Well first he strung one strand of electric fence across the Beasley homestead, bordering the dirt road. Not electrified mind you, just loosely stretched from one fence post to another at least 200 ft away.
Second he gathered up all of his folding chairs and set them up spaced evenly down the middle of the dirt road facing the new "fence".
Third, he gathered up all available grandchildren which at that time consisted of me and my five siblings ranging in age from about 14 on down to 8ish.
How does this plan come together?
We six kids were each given a BB gun and a small bucket of BBs and careful instructions on the proper usage of said gun in "The Art of Preventing Cows From Going Through the Fence" which can be summed up here by a simple "Shoot the cow in the butt if it touches the non-electrified single strand of fencing with any part of its body. Oh, and don't shoot each other."
My Grandaddy figured cows are so stupid they wouldn't know where the sting of the BB was coming from and assume it was the fence "biting" them.
So there we were, strung out like beads, sitting in our lawn chairs with guns in our laps and our only task to shoot cows butts- like Pavlov's bells, teaching cows just how far they could go in their task of clearing the Beasley place of unwanted growth.
Looking back on that long ago hot summer I remember how I hated sitting there with no shade, and the boredom of watching those cows- who it turns out learned pretty quick for being such dumb beasts. Even so, none of us used our BB gun inappropriately, on the cows or on each other. None of us abandoned our posts as the day dragged on and weariness set in.
I guess this story isn't a side splitter really, just a little picture of one or two days in my life that have taught me to be still, that a little sting now is better than getting hit by a truck later like you would if you don't learn your boundaries and that sometimes kids won't shoot their eye out when given a BB gun.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Christmas Day

Yes, you could call me lame for blogging on Christmas Day but I'll bet you are sitting there as I write, watching everyone playing with their new toys and wondering what's next. I figure while I am enjoying my new massage pillow which is f-bombing(thanks for an acceptable substituteTiff!)awesome I would tell you all about it.
First of all, when you use your phone as an appointment book turn off the reminder so it doesn't wake up the Baby at 7am.
Jump out of bed and stumble to the kitchen to finish making the gingerbread before everyone starts opening presents.
Try to get B out of bed at the ungodly hour of 7:30am.
Wonder what is taking the coffee so long.
Watch all the presents get opened and look at the clock.
It's only 8:30am
What now?
Eat delicious gingerbread, sausage links and drink more coffee.
Look on Facebook and wonder what the heck everyone else is doing since after all, I am there.
Realize that it is only 9:30am.
Wonder why the heck I got a craft project for Baby when I have the patience of whatever is opposite of a saint.
It's only 9:36am.
I think you can see where this is going.
I am not sure how I have filled the last 3 hours.
I am pretty sure drinking coffee was in there.
And now this.
And as excited and interested as you may be in what happens next I have to disappoint you.
FINALLY! It is time to go eat lunch at a friends.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008


Here is the little kitty that distracted me from the socks. I named her Amourette because she is a little love gift to me.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Well, the cleaning is not done, the wrapping is not done(ok-not started), the cooking is not done. And those pesky socks are not done either.
I am.
For the moment.
I am glad that we will be at home Christmas morning for sure but I must admit to being a little sad that we won't be going to Washington DC after all. My imagination had started its own flight of fancy and I was all prepared to follow when reality bopped me on the head.
Don't get me wrong, Reality is a friend of mine, but I gotta tell ya my opportunities to go with my imagination on an adventure are few and far between these days.
I'll get back in the holiday mood when I've plugged in the lights and had my Christmas cocoa.
Til then I believe I will savor a moment with Imagination and the possibilities ahead.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008


Sweetness is when Baby sneaks in your room and wiggles up on the bed and squirms her way across Big Daddy D to snuggle in beside you.
"uh Mommy?"sotto voice
"uh Mommy?"still sotto voice
"what Baby?"
"I need some pillow"
" here Baby" and slide some pillow her way.
She snuggles in still warm and soft from sleep and our feet tangle under the covers, our hair on the pillow.
"I love you Baby"
"I wuv you too Mommy."

Hilarious is when she has some pillow then turns her back to me and skootches away to settle in for extended snuggley cuddles with Big Daddy D, her first true love.
Maybe she'll start bugging the crap out of him all day since he's home for the holidays.

Monday, December 22, 2008

I am a flower with nothing interesting to say.
I haven't seen any cool things to share or thought of any scintillating ways to share the hohummness I am experiencing right now.
We found out yesterday that Christmas has been cancelled at Big Daddy D's family's place due to massive amounts of illness.
So now, here we sit, wondering what on earth we are going to do for the next 2 weeks with all this family time. In the past my Mom has come up over Christmas but she couldn't make it up here this year. My sister and her family took Amtrack to NYC for their Christmas.
I do like Christmas at home best and am really kind of glad that we will be here for that. But it's one day out of 16. So now we are thinking of going to Washington DC for a few days. I would love to be able to spend a few days by myself in the museums there. Dragging through on my own time, taking as long as I want at each exhibit, wallowing in the excited hush and emotion that grips me as I discover for myself the treasures of our past and my present.
I'm thinking that a crazy 4 yr old, semi-sulky 16 yr old and a hyperactive hubby might not want to experience our nation's capitol the way I would.
But it might be nice to try.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Kermit and Dorothy love me!

If any of you have ever wondered what is at the end of the rainbow, let me show you!

My House!

Is that the coolest thing or what? My heart was pounding by the time I finished taking the picture but I am so glad my neighbor kid scared the crap out of me when he came in the door(which was open-it's a balmy 65 degrees here) to share this beautiful sight!

ADD and me

I think I must have ADD or something. I said I was gonna finish knitting this pair of socks that I started back in the late fall of 2006. And I have worked on them. I got the heel turned and about half the instep. Then I got bored. I get bored a lot. I have a very hard time doing any project straight through. So here are the almost finished socks. As you can maybe see, there are a couple of hours of work left, less if I really focus. But I've made several pairs of socks, there is no challenge anymore and so I am not really interested any longer. Soooo, what do I do? Do I practice self control and get to work to get these done and over with?

Instead I spend who knows how much time cruising craft sites and Flickr pools and decide to make something else. So then I spend even more time looking for a free pattern because I'm frugal and shit (with everything but my time apparently) and I find this cute "little" bunny pattern. I honestly thought this would be about 4 inches tall. And take a couple of hours to finish. Nope, he's a rather huge 8 inches NOT including ears. And took the better part of a day-mostly because like I said earlier I think I have ADD and kept finding other stuff to do. I don't know what I did though since it sure wasn't laundry or making the bed. Which brings up another subject but I am trying to focus here! Stop distracting me with all your questions! LOL! So when I saw how big this bunny was turning out I decided he should be a present for Derek's 93+yr old grandmother who has Alzheimers and is now in a nursing home. I never knew this woman when she was well and therefor don't have the memory/affection base to truly, mmmmm, I can't really find the right words. I care about her and certainly wish she were better- on a care for your fellow man kind of way but I don't have a real personal connection with her and never really will. And I can't force myself to care more than I do and find it impossible to fake it or pretend- whatever- which can cause a bit of a strain in the family too as you can imagine though I do try practicing tact(difficult for me). So anyway, I started this bunny and it occured to me that since Baby was really digging this giant bunny that maybe Grandmother, who is on about the same level as Baby, might like the bright colors and something kinda soft to hold onto. So I crocheted it thinking of my wishes for her, to be happy, to be calm, to be pain free, to not be afraid and to be as kind as she is able to the people who care for her. So maybe I care more than I thought because now I'm crying. But I know that caring for someone, loving them even, is very different from liking them and maybe that is what I was talking about a moment ago.
Wow, that was a ramble through my mind. I'm ready to get out of those woods for now. I have miles to go before I sleep.
Without further ado......
The Bunny!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

So here's mine

Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...

You Are a Marilyn!


You are a Marilyn -- "I am affectionate and skeptical."

Marilyns are responsible, trustworthy, and value loyalty to family, friends, groups, and causes. Their personalities range broadly from reserved and timid to outspoken and confrontative.

How to Get Along with Me
  • * Be direct and clear
  • * Listen to me carefully
  • * Don't judge me for my anxiety
  • * Work things through with me
  • * Reassure me that everything is OK between us
  • * Laugh and make jokes with me
  • * Gently push me toward new experiences
  • * Try not to overreact to my overreacting.

What I Like About Being a Marilyn
  • * being committed and faithful to family and friends
  • * being responsible and hardworking
  • * being compassionate toward others
  • * having intellect and wit
  • * being a nonconformist
  • * confronting danger bravely
  • * being direct and assertive

What's Hard About Being a Marilyn
  • * the constant push and pull involved in trying to make up my mind
  • * procrastinating because of fear of failure; having little confidence in myself
  • * fearing being abandoned or taken advantage of
  • * exhausting myself by worrying and scanning for danger
  • * wishing I had a rule book at work so I could do everything right
  • * being too critical of myself when I haven't lived up to my expectations

Marilyns as Children Often
  • * are friendly, likable, and dependable, and/or sarcastic, bossy, and stubborn
  • * are anxious and hypervigilant; anticipate danger
  • * form a team of "us against them" with a best friend or parent
  • * look to groups or authorities to protect them and/or question authority and rebel
  • * are neglected or abused, come from unpredictable or alcoholic families, and/or take on the fearfulness of an overly anxious parent

Marilyns as Parents
  • * are often loving, nurturing, and have a strong sense of duty
  • * are sometimes reluctant to give their children independence
  • * worry more than most that their children will get hurt
  • * sometimes have trouble saying no and setting boundaries

Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz

You show me yours and I'll show you mine!

Ok, now stop reading this and go take this quiz- even you guys-it will amaze and astound you! Please share your results!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

I am sooo a giant!

It's official.
It is.
I am a Hobbit.
A tall, giant even, Hobbit (a full 5ft!)
Big Daddy D has pointed this out to me before.
I always denied it citing my aforementioned great height.
Now, however, I know it's true.
I am a Hobbit.
I just ate "second" breakfast at 9.
First breakfast was at 6:30.
I am thinking about 11sies.
And then lunch.
I better go glue some fake fur to my toesies!
And learn how to smoke a pipe I think.
Better go watch LOTR pronto.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Speaking of knitting...

So, here is Baby sporting a pair of overalls I knit for her when she was a newborn. Apparently kids grow a lot up before they grow out. She saw this in her newly visible closet and insisted upon wearing it. I think the pics are hilarious and now she is sleeping with these every night like a blankie. Kids!

So, without further ado, I present our Tree! Isn't it just lovely!

I have accumulated quite a collection of Dollar Tree ornaments and after Christmas sale lights over the years, perhaps too many according to Big Daddy D,and I absolutely love them! I know that perhaps for the environment we should get an artificial tree and use it for years and years, and we did, for years. Finally though, last year we broke down and bought a "live"tree and loved it. This year we downsized our tree to a more affordable 6 footer(notice the really tall spire the angel perches precariously upon)($20 at a hardware store)(the tree not the angel, she we picked out years ago at WalMart-since largely banned but I won't go there-with Maggie and we'll keep her forever) It finally feels like Christmas around here, and I am glad for it. Now to get on with everything else! And I don't mean decorating. Now that the tree is in place there is room in my brain for other pursuits, like finishing knitting a pair of socks that I started 2 years ago!

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Birthdays and Christmas

Boy Howdy! I'm glad thats over.
You didn't know that we have 2 birthdays in December to celebrate before Christmas gets here? Well, now you do. Sometimes it is rather difficult to deal with and this year especially so. The past 2 years I have waited a little longer than most people to put up a tree so that Baby doesn't get confused about birthdays and Christmas and all that jazz though this year is the last that I'll worry about that. And the weekend I would normally start getting Christmas decorations out I decided to complete the overhaul of Baby's room. Then we decided to go to Big Daddy D's parents for the holiday and now I have no tree. I am kinda sad about it actually but not enough to put up a tree for 9 days and then take it down. I'd end up leaving the tree up til like March or something. I have done that. And even then I didn't so much take it down as we were moving and I gave it to a friend, decorations and all so that I wouldn't have to disassemble the darn thing and pack it up with all the other stuff. That is nothing compared to my Mom. One year she left her Christmas tree up and changed out the decorations for every holiday. UP TO THE FOLLOWING THANKSGIVING! Now that is funny. Anyway, I've done a little seasonal decorating but nothing specifically Christmas and it's almost enough.
I want a tree.
A beautiful tree covered with my favorite baubles and twinkling away. I want to smell it and smile every time I look at it and water it and talk to it (What, don't you tell your tree how nice it looks?) and, and....
That settles it, I am off to buy myself a Christmas tree!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Look what I can do!

So the job of Baby's room is complete! Organization has occurred! I still think there is way too much stuff, but she actually plays with everything that I left in here so thats something. I actually gathered up 4 big trash bags of stuff to donate to a local charity and 1 big bag of trash! This weeding out of her room was long overdue, obviously! I hope "Santa" doesn't bring her too much stuff for me to try to get crammed in here. Now to move on to B's room (she's gonna hate me!)

Monday, December 8, 2008

And if you were wondering

The mess has been diminished. (Takes a bow and urges B to the front) I did manage to clear out 3-yes count them-3 trashbags of stuff to donate and one of stuff to trash. Thanks largely to B who was able to follow direction as I became increasingly unable to move as the day progressed. She also offered invaluable disconnect services in the winnowing of treasure as she herself had gifted Baby with nothing and therefore had none of the emotional attatchment that I or Big Daddy D might have. Screw the grandparents. They don't live with this stuff.

And where is the tree? Only 16 days to Christmas and NO tree!

No presents wrapped as was brought to my attention earlier today.


I did however manage to make delicious broiled salmon and recreate another favorite dish from China- "beans and bacon" as it was called on the chinglish menu. Very misleading as the ingredients consist of snow peas, a famous chinese ham similar to "country ham" here in the States and cornstarch, broth and a smidge of soy sauce. Too bad Big daddy D had a Rotary dinner to attend and missed it! Oh well. He'll get some tomorrow in his lunch.
I have some back problems. Lower back to be exact. Many years ago I pulled/tore some muscles in my lower back. There were conflicting opinions about that at the time with the only agreement being given lots of pain medication and rest followed by sit-ups when I felt better. No, I didn't have insurance at the time so yes, my medical care was minimal. The lasting legacy of this long ago trauma(incurred while sorting laundry of all things) is near constant low level pain with occasional extremely painful flare-ups that literally incapacitate me. Over the years I have sought out various remedies/treatments for this ranging from aspirin and liquid pain relief(not together of course!), gym memberships and yoga, to x-rays and chiropractic. Aspirin helps a little of course but you can only take so much. Liquid pain relief- while it can be fun- is never the way to treat what ails you. Gym memberships led to more back pain and well, yoga can be a little too- umm-philosophical for me. X-rays proved that I had no fractures, indications of arthiritis, or ruptered discs. Chiropractic had some scary pops, a few nice massages and invitations to try this supplement and that meal replacement plan blah, blah, blah. Once again the critics can only agree that I have an exagerated curveature in my lower spine that will never change and should work on strengthening my core, oh and those large breasts don't help. Well, my back has always had that deep curve (I will never forget the dressmaker of one bridesmaid dress telling me I had a back more swayed than a camels!) and I can only thank my maternal predecessors for the uh hm "mongo boobs" and they're not going anywhere. The unfortunate asect of this is that I know what I need to do, but none of the aforementioned medical professionals have had much of a clue about how I can strengthen my core without hurting myself more- though all have been interested in offering me continued care in the pain management area of this. I don't want pain management. I want to be able to sit down without hurting, bend over to tie my shoes and load the dishwasher like a normal person. I don't want to be managed, I want to be treated effectively and proactively. Is that too much to ask?
My back hurts (T_T)

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Making room for Christmas

Look at this mess! How does an almost 4yr old acquire 80 sq ft of toys in those few years? Well, let me tell you. You take three over-indulgent grandparents, add one spoil-her-rotten Daddy, and one Mommy who can't resist a bargian. Stir it all together with a generous helping of "I can't get rid of this!"(mostly me btw) and after 4 years you get this disaster! Now I need to tell you that everything is out like this because I decided to clear out a lot of it and make way for the new stuff heading in from her birthday and Christmas and to better organize what was left. And I thought putting it all in the middle of the floor would make it easier. WRONG! BAD IDEA! I had no idea what I was up against. I am stumped. I look at this and my brain just stutters to a stop. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Now to suck it up, get in my hazmat suit and wade back into the fray.
Deep breath..................................

Thursday, December 4, 2008

I am so proud of myself!

It is official. I am a full 20lbs lighter than I was 6 months ago. WoooHooo!
It all started with a pretty bad case of food poisoning.
I must confess that I was a food sample freak. If it was out there and free I took a bite-after confirming no msg of course(migraines suck!). For years I partook with impunity.
Then the "freshly prepared" chicken salad came along. It tasted very good I must say.
It did not taste good less than 6 hours later.
I could not eat for 5 days. Just looking at food could send me hurking to the bathroom.
Don't worry I kept hydrated but by the time I felt better I had lost 9lbs and the urge to overeat as well. By the way I did gain back most of those 9lbs. Starvation is no way to "lose" weight and I am not advocating it in any way. Ask anyone that knows me, I eat, all the time. I love food. Bacon, butter and chips are eagerly consumed by me. I simply reconnected with my actual physical appetite, which I had lost touch with in the fog that surrounds grief. Over time that neglect had added about 27 lbs to my frame.
If you do the math you will realise that I have averaged losing about a pound or less each week. Slow and steady wins the race. It also keeps you from developing poor eating habits or heaven forbid eating disorders. Really what ended up happening is this: I ate a little slower so that my tastebuds and stomach stayed on the same page and quit eating when my stomach was full. If something didn't hit the spot or taste very good I didn't eat it. Exceptions were made for politeness sake, but only just enough to not be rude. As the weight began to come off, I found I had more energy and the desire to be more active. I'm not talking going to the gym or walking for miles with weights in my hands. I mean just doing more stuff. Going to the store more, playing with the dog more, going to the park with Baby more, just moving around the house and in my life more. And here I am 6 months later, healthier and happier with nothing more complicated done than listening to my body and following its dictates. All of which I am still doing, gladly.
Now, don't get me wrong. Willpower is a crucial ingredient. The habits that I fell into through grief, pain, and a bit of laziness were difficult to overcome. But the rewards are incredibly worth it. I don't have any desire to look half starved for fashions sake and I doubt I will ever have my highschool figure again- though I am not far from it.
I think I am most glad that this whole process has taken me on a journey into myself, the self that I had been carefully burying without even realising it and that this slow excavation of me is revealing a person I can be proud of.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Deer and laundry

You read that right. Deer and laundry. I was looking on facebook a while ago and discovered a very disturbing trend. I have laundry issues. Now, I know already that laundry is not my favorite household chore. I put it off as long as possible and always have. That is not the issue though. What is, is that I must really think that everyone wants to know about my dirty laundry. Nearly every status update has the word laundry in it. Why is that? What do you or the rest of the world care about my whites and towels? Now if I had some real dirty laundry- that would be interesting. People might actually want to know that. If I dug deep enough I know I know I could come up with something. But wait. I do have something for you who are interested in the darker side of my life. We eat deer, venison, Bambi-we do. And we love it. It tastes good. And it's cheap because we get it from a family member who hunts. He's gonna shoot a wild boar for us if he sees one(we'll pay for the processing of course). My mouth waters at the thought. Tonight we are having stuffed bell peppers made with ground deer. It's going to be good. Delicious even. So don't hate me because I'm beautiful, hate me because I am a proponent of managing and using our natural resources wisely. By the way I do not agree with the cutting down of old growth forests or clearcutting, leasing national forests to loggers or the eradication of the North American Grey Wolf.
So there. I have more but I need to get off my soapbox and start cooking!

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

and now Chuck

I like Chuck Norris facts. But Big Daddy D loves them the way I love The Chimp. He has been reading them to me for the past hour and I swear I am about to wet myself. Where do the proverbial they come up with these things? Nuns giving birth to the 1972 Dolphins football team, a knife fight and the knife lost, office supplies , the list goes on. I love to laugh. And laugh I have tonight. Deep in the belly laughter, the kind of laughter that shakes up all the sad and bad and breaks it up and chases it out. There he goes again. Cracking open chickens for eggs. Some of that just makes ya roll.
Whew, I needed that.
Baby and I have just had a day. A DAY. A day that makes me wonder what was I thinking deciding to be a stay at home mom. Yes, I do know how to take a shower by myself- I have been doing it lo these many years and no, no matter how loud you knock on the door I don't need a 3yr olds supervision. As hard as you worked making it I do not want any of your spit soup and no, I do not want to see another bugger-DON'T EAT IT! We don't eat candy for breakfast and we never have, stop looking at me that way. Just because you know how to operate the dvd player does not mean you can watch Tinkerbell 5 times in a row. Eat your lunch. No, I mean eat it. NO, eat it don't play with it. Robot Roooobot(r r r r noooobot)Don't feed the dog. Put you shirt back on, its freezing. Oh, your Jungle Evie, aren't you cold? No you can't go outside Jungle Evie, put your cloths back on. Good. She's not broken, you colored her with a red marker. I can't, permanent marker doesn't come off. You'll just have to love her the way she is. Daddy's at work. Mermaid juice? Say thank you to the mermaid in the refridgerator? Where is your father?
I need a drink.
And a good laugh.

Monday, December 1, 2008

The Chimp

You have noticed by now the "Chimp-o-matic" . This nifty little gadget almost makes everything okay. I just had a moment of panic when it looked like it wasn't working. I need the Chimp. I only hope that even when Bush is outta there that the Chimp will go on, I mean he's not gonna quit talking is he? I admit I am a Chimpoholic. I'm like Christopher Walken and the cow bells for Pete's sake, or maybe that kid with the cereal-gotta have my Chimp. I sign on just to read it, I refresh the page every 5 seconds, I mean hit me again already. Where else can I get such sublime word usage and and impeccable flubbery. Uh-oh, maybe I should cut back on my drug. I think its catching! I could have a real problematically serious situation arousing, well, what I mean to say is, uh...... arising. Oh noooo..........I love the Chimp!