The Story of My Life...

Well I traded in my 6 month old washer and dryer set for a new stove 2 weeks ago and tonite my washer (the washer that was here in this house when we moved in, lady told me "they work great!!") went out. Lord have mercy. I swear when it rains in my world it effing pours until I almost drown in it. What are the odds? Flat tire, broken spin cycle, doggie getting black mud all over my brand new carpet, new broom breaking, cord detaching from rear defogger on car, kid breaking nose, other kid getting sick, husband being a dink, there's more believe you me, but I feel like I am whining and need to stop...all in one week...now I know why somebody came up with that Calghoun take me away slogan...anyways I finished one paper tonite only have 5 more to go in the next week and half...I have to write a memoir too, but I am having a hard time choosing one episode in my life to write about (there are just so many) what is a girl to do? Maybe someday I will write a book...Anywho I am tired and I have to get up to listen to my daughter sing in church tomorrow, early...so goodnite and sleep tight!

Signs, Symbols and Omens

...So last night my husband and I and our 7 year old daughter are driving in the old jalopy "ol' blue" and his tire BLOWS out. And we are on this little stretch of road from 5pm to 8pm and not one fricken car stopped...4 stopped looked then turned around and kept going. WHAT IN THE HELL?? I know it was 5 degrees and I know it was dark but give me an effin break...frickin people and I can almost guarantee that these people that drove right by us thinking "poor bastard" are the same ones sittin in church ohhhhing and ahhhhing about how fucken great they are and that they are good people and yada yada yada. I think I am more mad at my husband than anyone because apparently the tire had a slow leak (what the hell?) and he just didn't think it would do that...Great time to test that effed up theory. But then I see him laying on the cold ground for over an hour at a time (cuz the tire had corroded on the axle) and then a person wonders why I am so effed up!! So yes I believe in signs and yes I believe in omens and yesterday was a sign that I needed to stay in bed and put ear plugs in! I have class so gotta run have a great Friday..............

Forgot to Mention

I must be like a marathon runner...I go really strong in the beginning but then lag my ass at the finish line...I am getting petered out with the school thing. I have oh about 6 papers to write up in the next 2 weeks and I am not looking forward to it AT ALL...also 2 presentations (which I hate) yeah speaking in public isn't my thing. And imagining people naked well that doesn't do anything for me either so really doesn't work...Next semester am taking classes closer to home, the driving sucks with the gas prices so am hoping only have to go to campus once or twice a week next semester! that would be stupendous! Anyways that is the scoop on my college education but hell when this semester is done I will know how to write a paper and basically where humans come from (monkey boy) and um the history of racism in America and how to watch a film and what "fruit of the poisonous tree" really means and now I am set for the real world dammit I am a WINNER....

This is SO Me

If I were sculpture I couldn't do a piece of art better then this! aaaahhhhhhh the beauty of art is always in the eye of the beholder... I have some weird thing

too when it comes to eyes I dunno why, they

freak me out in a way but not too...I have a big

eye tattooed on my shoulder (well it wasn't suppose

to be that originally but later got re-constructed into

that) So I can literally freak my kiddies out and they

say how can you see that...and I tell them I have an extra

eye on my back. Crappy story bout that tattoo is when I turned 18 I just HAD TO HAVE one...like an STD...so my

brilliant friend and I went to this no-name tattoo guy and he says we can have these monster tats for like 50 dollars and that was super cheap but being young and dumb I can't realized that cheap isn't always a good thing. SO we go and order up our tattoos and my friend goes first and hers looks like shit but I am thinking if she can do it I can do it. Well when she is done it is my turn and I am telling you it was the worse pain in my entire life literally worse than childbirth. Apparently (what I found out later) you aren't suppose to tattoo on sunburn which I had and you can actually go too deep...which he did so now it is raised even after 13 years (scar tissue) and he ruined it beyond compare. SO I had to pay a 'professional' another $400 to fix it and cover up most of it. thus turning my tattoo into a freaky eyeball MASTERPIECE...needless to say the first tattoo guy gave a minor Hep C and was closed down...thank the lord! Anywho how in the world did I get on hating winter to my tattoo story? Talk about a segway....

if your so inclined

youre the midnight fariy
always gazing at the stars wondering how the world
can be made better


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Faery

I love Faery's...when I was little they were called Fairy's but alas due to some ignorant people I can't say fairy unless I am labeling a specific group (which I AM NOT!!!). Growing up in an abusive home I suppose a kid is more liable to find some "make-believe" thing appear real than what the kid actually sees every day. SO for me it was the mystical. I loved unicorns and faery's. Now that I am a tad older I still like the mystical but I don't collect them much. But I am a sucker for Angels. I am not sure why, I just am! I named a dog I had once Angel (in truth she probably should have been Lucifer, she was bad, bad and more bad) I think if you can have mental illness in humans you can in animals also. This dog was crazy but I loved her and one day she snapped literally and my husband had to bring her to the vet to go to doggie heaven. On our 5th Anniversary. That was a sad day in my life. Anyways that year my mother (whom I don't like to name LOL) she was in Vegas for Christmas and brought me back this little Rottweiler doggie with wings. And my Angel was a Rottie and now she had her wings. It choked me up something fierce even to this day that little ornament was the best present that I got. How stupid is that? Don't tell my mother she always buys me socks and underwear for Christmas...My stepdad God Bless his little German tight ass goes out and gets my sister and I a bottle of bubble bath and tapes a Hundie on the front....LOVE IT...so I look forward to that, then I go out and spend it on everybody but me...too funny... maybe this year I will actually buy myself something. Steve got 33 dollars from his parents this year WOWZA they wrote in the card don't spend it all in one place. bout pissed myself with mirth that wouldn't even fill his truck up with a tank of gas. But I remember as a little kid getting a dollar and thinkin I won the effin lottery and my grandma saying the same thing but I could actually buy a candy bar and have change for another one a different day. amazing. But I can still get my kid to shovel for a quarter lucky for him I ain't a tight wad I have him a $5. My husband on the other hand will go Hey anyone wanna make a quarter and no one answers Yeah I wanna bust my ass for a quarter...I got some papers to write to carry on..........

Blizzard Anyone?

Well if you live in southern Minnesota you will know then tomorrow they are predicting a blizzard. Oh how I hate Minnesota..(really I do!) Yes 6 inches of snow might not seem like a lot to a person but add that with oh say 50 mile an hour wind and we have a major ass BIG snow globe going on!! Anywho tomorrow is my 5 class day and well I live 40 miles from campus and well if I lookie out my window at 5 am and see that it is lookin a lot like Christmas....I am haulin my ass back to bed! Speaking of which where in the hell did Thanksgiving go? I am so sick of Christmas! Yeah call me anti-social...Hell If I believed in it I would convert to Jehovahs Witness because I hate holidays so much! I feel bad for my kids, they are lucky if I get a tree....me HATE THE HOLIDAYS... so you won't be gettin a Christmas card of me thank you very much! Just kidding I will stoop to give those a card that have sent me one first. Hell at 37 cents a stamp plus the card and energy to write Merry Christmas from blah, blah, blah and blah....who cares they just get ditched in the garbage anyways....wanna know what I really dislike.........BRAG letters or should I say poopie letters...I received one last year and it was the worst kind you can imagine. The 'lady' wrote about gall bladder surgery and a hernia and some other uncomfortable illness but then at the end said they were blessed, what in the hell is that? I digress...I don't dig the holidays and this year is really bad because I am majorally broke and my kids want want want and I can't can't can't............