You wear your intolerance and fear like a valuable shawl that has been passed down through the family. Truthfully, it kinda makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit to see it on you.

Live and let live, baby....

Walk a mile in my mocs....

When did you buy a glass house?

I been busy, buddy

Remember when I won these on ebay for cheep-cheep?The eyes color shift green-blue-magenta-purple-indigo. Sooo cooool. They are from a peacock pheasant. Asian lands have some of the bestest birdies and you can own the feathers without the fear of the federalies coming and strong-arming you like a bad tv movie. I have been all tingly and excited and wondering what was gonna happen to these beauties....

I deliberately put in a less than perfect pic, since I am not done. I still need to do the fan handle.

philip --Hey! My son typed that when I left the 'puter to put laundry in the dryer! Neato!

I spent 10 years of my life with a whiny little girl.

The ring tone on my cell for my ex is the Star Wars Darth Vader theme. There is a reason for that. It is a nice compliment to the bad news he always is tiding. He is similar to the anti-serenity that comes with Nuclear Escalation.

Da-da-do-diddy-do-da, "Hello. What is going on?"

"Hey, Tracy! Do you have an airpump thingy like at 7-11?"


"Yesss. Why?"

"Can you bring it over?"

"Uuuuh, no it weighs like 600 pounds."


"I have a very flat tire, and I need to air it up! I am in a hurry! I need to get to work!"

"Fix a Flat?"

"No! I did that already this week! It is reallyreally flat. The rubber is all folded over" (see pic above...)

"Oooohkay. So, change your tire."

"That will take too long!" (I am thinking he doesn't know how to do this...) "Can you help so it will go faster?"

"Suuuure. I know you have issues with car repairs. What-goes-where is confusing for you." (Moron.)
Tracy, Goddess of all things Mechanical, to the rescue. I cannot count how many tires I have changed, in heels and a miniskirt, no less. I even changed a master cylinder on the side of the highway in Dallas during rush hour. I like brakes. I think back to high school, and I was smart to buy that '69 Chevelle. I had to learn how to work on cars and pronto. Or walk.

I changed his damn tire. He went to work. I came home and smoked a cigarette. I don't view this as a failure. The universe aligned against my wishes to be smoke-free and sent my ex-moron. In reality, it was a resounding success. I only smoked one ciggy, and I didn't shoot him, either.


Yea me!

6 adults (sort of)
1 PreK teacher
31 preschoolers
Zoo.
Oklahoma Day at Zoo.
5 straight hours.
lunch was over an hour late.
Someone shoot me.

I didn't smoke. But I didn't really have a chance to think about it. I had to fish a kid out of the pond. I'm pretty sure we are both sterile now. Okay for me I guess since I have 3, but he might have wanted a couple in 20 years or so. We didn't loose any kids, and that was a bonafide miracle, but I ended up picking up a kid from somewhere, and I had him for over an hour before I realized, "Hey! Youre not one of ours! Is that why you have been crying for over an hour?" I gave him to a girl in a cop uniform and said " There ya go...He's lost." and left. I already had my hands full with the 6 worst troublemakers. Why did the teacher give me her 6 worst boys? Because I was the only one of the 6 who had a kid in her "Bad Group"

6 weeks, 3 days, 4 hours until I am done with this woman. I know this is just another thing we must endure, but Criminy lady, can you give kiddos a chance?

Isiah ate a rollypolly. He threw up in a trash can, and it gagged the other boys. Sigh. The day is over. Almost.

I tried listening to Seether loud enough to drown out the voices in my head. Total failure. My next attempt is to gag them with cookies.I dunno if it will work, but there are elephants in the box, and last I checked, an elephant can gag a lion. I just want the committee in my head to quit voting for ciggys. Well, actually I don't care what the committee in my head votes for as long as it will do it silently.

Am I the only person in the world who loves animal crackers? Please note I do not believe them to be crackers on a fundamental level, but I do believe them to be cookies. I'd never use squirt cheese on them, which defines a cracker and general placement in the pantry.

I really need to blog about regalia. I have been quite productive. All I can think about on Palm Sunday is Cigarettes! My neighbor was smoking on her porch and the smell hit me this morning, and it smells like duck farts, and I really want a duck fart of my own.

What is wrong with me?

I went to a Intertribal Dance at OCU with the Hasinai Society. I have a fundamental difference of opinion with the head of this about the way the world works. This does not mean I do not respect and admire the work done. But I still smoke at her. Well, I want to smoke at her, but I dont since I am not a smoker. I may have pushed my nonsmoker envelope to the ragged, torn, weak, pitiful edges. But the girls were beautiful....Wanna see?

All I can say is THANK GAWDALLMIGHTY my girls are not princess. Whew. Tons of work, effort and time, with almost no payoff or gratitude. Even my Grandma thought the whole "Princess" idea was inkanish (white). and a waste of time, since all NDN women are prettier than white girls. Duh! I gotta admit, I don't wanna do it. Cori makes a great princess, and her Momma is willing...Bobs yer uncle.

This pic contains: Cranky leader, cranky teenager, cranky tween, cranky spoiled brat, 2 cutie pies, and a Princess in a pear tree!!! Why did I quit smoking again? I forget, because ciggys worked GREAT on situations like this.

Okay, I gotta admit, I really like hanging out with kiddos. Most of the time, they are great and make me feel alive and like a really important part of my community. So pretty, freshfaced, eager for some acceptance and approval for their little emerging personalities. What a blessing. Well, I didn't smoke, and I reallyreally wanted to. I did scream like a wild banshee in heat a few times, but I guess thats a trade off. The girls and Philip have pitched enough fits about my smoking they can deal with a couple of mine while I quit.

Egads.
egad.
Gack.
GACK.
Cack.
Coffee.
Coffeee.
coffeee.
codfee.
cogfee.
cogfeet.
cugfeet.
cugeet.
cigeet.
cigaeet.
cigarette.

I knew it!! coffee=cigarettes.

Quick! pass me another frickin sticker to slap on my ass that should curb the ravings (here is the frickin' C!)

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. someone please beat me over the head until I am unconscious. Or send Derek home so I can get laid. Either or will work. I like Valium, too.

Gack.

I don't wanna smoke. Reason #1 I can't smoke in the store when I go and buy Philip's soccer supplies for the first time.

I wanted something to do with my hands, so I am making new moccasins for me. Derek said my toes were adorable in the pic, which makes me all fuzzy-hearted.

But I worry I won't notice things like I used to while smoking. I would see details and oddities people in the car didn't notice. My brain has quit working worth beans, and I wonder if I will ever notice things like this again...Okay my camera phone sucks, but it is a new paper tag with the date of purchase written in big block letters "022909" I would have jumped out and taken a better pic, but the gangstas in the 'burb scared me a little. You cannot have a leap year if it is an odd year. Gotta be even year, folks.

But on a happy note, Philip learned how to identify my pirate-ship art, and he can tell me how to spell "Pirate" neato, eh? You probaby disagree, but he insists it spells "Pirate!" Stick to your guns, buddy!

On a happy note, while I was purchasing soccer supplies, I noted an intersting Item. For 299$ this can be mine.

I could buy this with the money I save from not smoking in 5 weeks!! Can you imagine? Bliss in a box, with a convienent carry bag! I could whirlpool at a CAMPSITE! Oh Holy Moley. If I wanted, I can do this in my Livingroom! This little box is God's way of letting me know he loves me. And he doesnt want me to smoke. Even though I have given up 1. drugs (soooo fun) 2. Alcohol (favorite social lube) 3. sex (I only see Derek about every 6 weeks) 4. Music (no babysitters for concerts, yo) and now, 5. Nicotine. If the doc says caffiene is gonna kill me, I will simply buy a burial plot because I cannot give up coffee. Period.