Every time it’s Christmas; Godzilla storms the gardening department...
Current mood: happy

Don commented on my blog the other day that it sounds like I'm ready for Summer to be over.

He's right.

I only like Summer in Texas for about two weeks and then the nasty hotness gets to me. If I had to choose, I'd MUCH rather be cold than hot because you can always cover yourself with more clothes/blankets, but being hot is craziness because you can only take so much off until you're trying to crawl into your freezer.

What am I doing in Texas? I dunno, smartass. ;-) I love the people, the fact that we fly the Texas flag just as high as the American flag, have reserved our right to secede whenever we damn well feel like it as well as the right to bear arms against our government if they get outta' line. I feel safe here. Even my grandma would shoot someone in the face if they come on down here acting like peckers. Don't get me started on how keeping people from owning guns creates empowered criminals. That's another blog entirely. (laughs) Anyway....

Longing for Fall has my children and I dropping the air conditioning down to sub-zero temps, lighting incense, candles and the fireplace in my bedroom. Then we pile every pillow in the house on my bed, snuggle in and I read them stories. I'm sure our neighbors think we're crazy, but whatevah. It's myyyy house. I paid for it and they're not the boss of me. (grins)

That being said, I thought since it is so hot, we could use a Christmas story. So, here ya' go.......

Sometimes unassuming, overcast days are misleading.

Sometimes...they turn out to be MUCH more fun that I would've guessed.

The boys and I went down to Lowe's on an adventure to get a Christmas tree. We picked the most beautiful 7 ft. Fraser fir I have ever seen…fragrant with soft, heavy branches. They packaged it up for us while we explored the miscellaneous greenery.

Little did I know of the embarrassment that was waiting.

See…my only concession to makeup that day was this clear, sticky lipgloss. You know… the kind that looks like you've just licked your lips? Anyway, I had no sooner lovingly burrowed my face into the deliciousness of a white pine garland then I saw Zion had climbed to the top stack of fake Christmas tree boxes....

and was poised to jump.

Everything went into slow motion as I yelped, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooo!!!!!!!!!"

He jumped.

He was fine.

He always is.

Nobody could show gravity and a cement floor who's boss like Zion the two year old ninja. I shrugged and smiled at the people streaming out to the gardening area while regulating my heartbeat. When I was assured that cardiac arrest wasn't imminent, I reached up to rub the tingle from my lips that was surely an after effect of the mass amount of adrenalin that had just surged through my system. When I did so, I had a humiliating revelation…

I had been smiling my loving, benign, resigned mama smile at all those people with pine needles STUCK in my lip gloss.

DAMN THAT SHINY GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sigh…

We survived and on our way home, I checked out the kids in the rear view and watched as Caden swiped his little pink tongue over one of the branches of greenery we had picked up. He made a disgusted face and giggled, "Mama, Christmas trees taste like meatloaf."

Out of the mouth of babes. ;-)

Currently reading : The Last Lecture By Randy Pausch Release date: 2008-04-08

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Tattoo Pics....finally
Current mood: breezy

Ladies and Gentlemen...the moment you've all been waiting for....

MY NEWEST TATTOO!!!!





This is Dillon the brilliant man who did my new tat. You will not find a better artist with a lighter touch. If you would like quality work done, you MUST go see him immediately and at once...and after he makes you a happy, happy lifelong customer TIP HIM WELL! He deserves it. He is the owner of Vitality Tattoo. The myspace is:
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=178881211



And here's the finished piece...

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"Bittersweet"
Current mood: creative

The Fates are sitting at the loom

weaving finely textured future.

What beauty or horror will consume?

This shattered heart needs suture.



Like bittersweet chocolate

melting on my tongue,

it brings a wince and a smile.



Beauty can be found

in heartache;

at times uncovered in denial.



I've hurtled through

azure heavens with

no brakes on my ascent.



And I've learned to fall

then I learned to soar;

so for now I am content.



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Currently listening : Almost Lover Release date: 2008-03-25

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Yee-haw, Buff Frannie!!!
Current mood: amused

YEE-HAW

Tom always was down for some more
Whether two-eyed with scabies or four
He ran out of luck
And lost all his pluck
When his yee-haw fell onto the floor






BUFF FRANNIE

Buff Frannie, worked out at Balley's
Kept no count of masculine dallies
She finally fell hard
For a thong leotard
Now rather than Franks, she digs Sallys



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"That Ole’ House"
Current mood: artistic

It was a place of history

smelling of musty, gray mold

and frightful imaginings.

It should've been breathtaking.



Fallen mahogany leaves

crunching

under my footsteps like

Raisin Bran

before the milk got to it.



Instead, shadow men taunted

from my peripheral,

causing stumbles

when I tried to catch their full face.



Over your shoulder is no place to look when walking forward.



The wind blew till it ended on a gasp,

intimidating the ancient home

into shuddering deference

and loose shuttered bows.



Blackened windows stared blankly

into me

and out

the back of my head,

mimicking
hollowed
out
eyes

Night is full grown.

Midnight wind drags frigid fingers through tangled branches,

gleefully eliciting leaf dropping shivers.

Halloween is almost here sigh the dogs in mournful howls

with canine knowledge;

guttural warnings

to lock your doors. .



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A Profane Driving Experience
Current mood: smitten

So, we're driving down the old country road that separates my house from my parent's. The kids are laughing at 110 decibels amidst cries of, "You're a stinking girl!" "Nu-uh, Yooooou're a stinking girl" and so forth...I am smirking as any long suffering mother would as I bumped along the road when I hear Zion demand,"Mom! Wook at me! Mom!!! WOOK AT ME!!!!"

To which Caden replied with an elbow to the ribs and an exasperated, "Hush, Zion! Mama's driving. You're going to make her get in an ass-kick-dent."

Needless to say, with the tears of laughter streaming down my face, we very well could have. lol

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(sniffle)
Current mood: neglected

No tattoo. ;-(

The guy's kiddos were sick. Oh well...another day.

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Supah Kewl
Current mood: excited

I am getting ready to head out to get my next tattoo. It will be in black and gray on the underside of my left forearm.

It's a compass and there is a picture in the middle of it. The picture looks like you're laying on your back gazing at the night sky in a forest. You can see the trees over head, the moon and a hawk with outstretched wings as the compass dial. The hawk is for Michael Hawkes who just so happens to be the kindest man I've ever met and one helluva' godfather. Instead of N, S, E, W, I am having M (Malachi), C (Caden), Z (Zion) for my kids because that way I can always find my way back home.

What are your tattoos and what do they mean to you?

;-) I'll post pics. It will look very similar to this pic with a more detailed compass.

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Hindsight is 20/20...lol
Current mood: amused

Yeah, I can't figure out a sleeping position and it's just going to get worse tomorrow.

I went in today and had the keyhole tattoo on my chest touched up, the kanji on the back of my neck changed from red to black and the cartilage of my right ear pierced for good measure.

Tomorrow, I am going to have the compass tattoo on my left forearm done which is going to TOTALLY screw me. It's a good thing I'm so fucking tough.

(GRIN) .....I can't wait to post pictures.

I got a chance to thoroughly traumatize my children by making them squeeze aloe vera from my plant onto my neck tattoo which was ridiculously amusing.

Did I mention that my boys are like...I dunno... on the equivalent of escaped cherubs who give these hugs that could melt Hitler into Mother Theresa?

It's true.

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Martha Stewart is a snarky hag.
Current mood: cantankerous

How DARE she make me feel inadequate as a mama?

Just because she could probably macramé her kid's names on their lunch bags while on her 5 minute break from her multimillion dollar corporation in her stupid yuppie house doesn't make her a better person.

I bet she secretly hates children.

Would she play superheroes with her kids instead of doing the dishes? You bet your ass she wouldn't.

She can take her meticulous house and her well ordered life and stick it where the sun don't shine for all I care.

You can't buy back time, Martha!

The day always comes where good mothers long for those jelly fingerprints on the refrigerator!

Ya' know what else??? I like Mrs. Brady better. She yelled and had a housekeeper.



PS.

Just kidding. Martha Stewart kicks ass. (GRIN)

PPS.

Have you ever wondered who would win if Martha Stewart and Madonna got into a brawl? I mean, sure Madonna has some killer muscles from all that yoga, but Martha kinda' strikes me as one of those "win at all costs" types.

No?

Me neither. ;-/

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