Boogkies

I was gonna blog about regalia, but I got all the boogkies pics on the puter, and I had to post about the biggybubble fest. Philip has called 'bubbles' boogkies forever, so we still call them boogkies at my house. Hot dogs are hoggies, ketchup is beebip, mosquitos are itchies, etc...

It took a minute, but the girls finally decided to go with us. I was worried they were too cool to go and biggiebubble with us, but reason prevails on middleschoolers (finally!)

Here are the supplies, snacks, and the supersecret bubble recipie...

Youngest daughter, participating under duress. Poor thing. (I love this pic!)

Shhhh! This is one of the ingredients. I picked it for it's name instead of it's properties to make awesome boogkies.Gettin' started. Daymn, I love surface tension.

Getting the hang of it. Biggiebubbling is a skill, and it takes practice and talent.

You go, Grrrl!Bubblegoddess. Her sister is just as good!!!

We needed to take a break for the very awesome Popcicle Gods. If the Popcicle Gods do not get a nice even sticky coat over small children, they become jealous of the Biggie Bubble Gods, since they are equally sticky. Tracy, the Popcicle-God-Thingy is spooky. What is in this thing, anyway? Are you sure it's not a popcicle?UmmmNummyNum! I wuve Pipcycle Gawds! Can I have yours?

Alaina showin her Skilz....


Same bubble, but its going to where all biggie bubbles go in the end...What a great day!

I simply cannot believe how much coffee I drink since I am a nonsmoking entity.

This works for me, but since I quit smoking, I began to notice small things around me.

Like smells.

Why in the heck-fire doesn't coffee taste like it smells?! Why is it in the popcorn catagory?!

Smells good before prep, smells fabulous while cooking, and finally, tastes Absolutely Nothing like it smells.

Shit. Why didn't anyone tell me it tasted like this? I am so hopelessly hooked on coffee I guess I will just have to put in more milk and More Splenda*

*Gods gift to humanity.

I need to post my mocs...They Freakin' Rock and make my feet very happy.

Tobacco Stops with me.

Okay, all the second hand smoke commercials are really annoying to me. I mean, com'on peoples, it didn't hurt us as kiddos. My grandparents smoked, my parents, my aunts, uncles, and cousins. All of them. and I turned out fine.

Sort of. I guess...

I am a horrific Derekaholic, and I'll do almost anything to get a chunk'o burnin' luv from him. Even blow off bills, and electricity is really important.

I am a huge underachiever, just ask my ex. I don't do anything except watch TV and eat junk food.

I have this really odd relationship with poo. It pops up everywhere in my life. Baby poo, dog poo, strange frontyard poos, toilet clogging poo, sick runny poo, strange skiddy-underwear poo. And I never EVER go buy new Johnny Paper until I am totally out. Even out of Kleenex out.

I also have this OCD/God complex thingy going on with beads and feathers. I think if there are enough beads, and enough feathers the Cosmic Universe will fall into a nice, clean simlple Kingdom where all things are fair and just. It just seems like the world is a happy place if I have effectively rubbed the "new bead smell" on my "bead sorting and storage area" I even feel good when I wash the poo off the feathers I get in the mail (continued from above).

Ever since I was a little girl, I have this insane urge to read smut novels and junk books just for entertainment. I DO occasionally read things just to post on MyBook and Facespace so I "pass" but mostly I just inhale worthless literature just for fun. I have very little desire to improve my mind. I am mostly reading to drown out the voices in my head, and I have noticed they recently formed a committee since I quit smoking to find new and creative ways to get the nicotine back. Bastards. I need to get a new smut novel at the store today and drown them out...

Well, maybe second hand smoke is bad.
1. Man-love addiction
2. Divorce/Poor nutrition
3. Poo
4. Obsession with inanimate objects
5. Unadulterated support of Adult novels.
6. Oppositionally Defiant with uploading photos, since it is not spelled "Pix" "Pics" or "Fotos"

I still need to buy TP today. sigh.

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.