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Time to check in I guess...I'm sure I don't post enough for any criteria to be met...but I've been thinking about 'blogging while feeling antagonistic/annoyed/frustrated' versus 'blogging while feeling optimistic/successful/empowered'... I can see merits in both, but I guess for me that neither seems to be the motivation for posting vs not-posting. Just 'feels' like time to blog at times...obviously not very often these days.

Life is okay here, going pretty well. Studio and classes have been *very* busy and steady lately...have the ol' cash flow going which is nice for a change. I love my "new" truck, and yesterday I treated myself to a cell phone upgrade which gives me a camera to shoot more pics and email them to myself, so I can document things more easily...I think that will help my blogging..maybe...

Making lots of 'stuff' lately, covered cookie jars for celebrities to decorate for the Child Crisis Center...dragon water feature for a table fountain....sculptural pots...thrown and handbuilt...fun... I will shoot pics :-)

Yours in clay and blogs,
Mishy

STUDENTS PROTEST

Students walk out in protest in Dallas, Houston

Wire Report



DALLAS - Thousands of high school students left class around Dallas and Houston on Monday to rally for immigrant rights.

The Dallas district hasn't decided about disciplinary action for the 2,500 to 3,500 students who participated, a spokesman said.

About 50 from the Dallas-area Duncanville district who participated will not face disciplinary action, a spokeswoman said.

Students from two Houston-area high schools walked out in protest. The protest was peaceful, but the students will face discipline, a spokesman for the Aldine Independent School District said.

At a high school in the suburban Cypress-Fairbanks Independent School District, 200 to 300 students walked out but soon returned and will not be disciplined, a spokeswoman said.

Think of the tax deductions . . .

I hear pimps make good money, but I supposes since he's family you'd have to give him a discount. Perhaps your time and money spent carousing for the perfect mate for him would be tax deductable?
My dad married a lady about 16-17 years ago who we adore. She's definitely the best thing that ever happened to him and our visits to them are more to see her than him.
Today I am being productive and making eBay ads. Not enjoying it a bit and am only listing crap, but at least I'm doing something semi-worthwhile. Spring has sprung at our house and I think I'd rather be outside in a lawn chair reading a book. Since I've been at the ad making for 4 hours straight now, I may convince myself that too much productivity in one day is bad for my health. Which isn't so great to begin with, since I'm now going into my fourth week of being sick sick sick sick. Am even contemplating a trip to the doctor tomorrow which I HATE.
That's my boring blog for the day. Brandy has totally given up on me, but perhaps I can work my way back into Lydia's good graces and then work my way up to Brandy.

My fathers pimp

I'm not quite sure why my Dad is going to move here. I honestly and truly am delighted at the prospect. I think I could be a good influence on him. Maybe he finally realizes that I am the only being besides God that really gives a damn about him. Maybe he is finally tired of surrounding himself with the drunken idiots that he seems to keep company with just so that he can seem smart in their midst. I feel like I finally know who and what he is, he is never going to change amd I love him just as he is. I may be fooling myself, I'm sure that just like a magnet he'll pick up some losers here just as easy. I might as well start interviewing for the floozy position. I could probably find him a way better drunk bitch then he could find himself. That's an idea! He has the worst taste in women. My mom was probably the best of the lot of them and I'm not just saying that because she is my mom. As I'm sure I've written about her psychotic episodes. She was young and dumb, at least they were attractive and there must have at least been some intelligence in the gene pool because I turned out okay. Apparently not much left for my brother though. I'm just kidding there, he's smart too even if he is in the army. I will have to try harder to get my sister in law to write on the blog. I do not talk to them much, but my phone does recieve incoming calls.

Another cranky post ...

Lydia - I am the same way, which is probably why I never blog anymore. Seems like I'm never in the mood to share some bright sunny moment in my life (I have them, really I do) or even one of my slightly off kilter iambic pentameter ditties. All I want to do is wallow in myself and bitch about everything and everyone else. Since I'm even sick of listening to me, I figure why put anyone else through it?
I don't miss my father at all, which probably means I have a special spot in hell reserved just for me. I too spent years trying to get to know him and finally realized a couple of years ago that I also already knew him and was actually just trying to find something I liked about him. Thank God he has no plans to move anywhere near me.
I now have nothing more to say so Brandy says I should talk about spending 4 days in my little 5 room house with my daughter, her 5-1/2 year old and 2-1/2 year old, and her 3 dogs while it poured nonstop, day and night. Is that picture frightful enough for you? I'm trying to block the memories, myself. Actually, they were great fun and very well behaved, but I was very ready for them to leave when they did. I had run out of creative fun inside things to do and the pent up energy in the house was about to bust out all the windows.
Husband has finally (after 6 years of me begging, cajoling, blowing, and bitching) started gutting our 3rd bedroom. That room has never been used for anything except a dumping ground. (Most people have "junk drawers," I have a "junk room.") Anyways, my older brother, his wife and 3 kids are coming to visit in May or June and so it needs to become an actual useable bedroom. So, Darrel took a week off to do it. The first day went great. Ripped 99% of all the plaster and lath out, with only a very small section of lath to go (it's a very tiny room so this was all done in only a few hours, including shoveling and disposing of the mess). We have the insulation and sheetrock to continue on with this project. It is now 14 days since that first day and it is still at the exact same point of progress (ha ha)it was at the end of the first day.
See - I knew I'd get around to complaining about SOMETHING.

I'm sitting here in front of a blank screen waiting for inspiration but it's not coming. Apparently no one has done anything to piss me off lately. I remember a time when I would write about a good feeling, the color of the sky. The sound of the birds chirping in the morning but now it seems as thoughthe only time that I can get myself to write a few sentences is when I am feeling irritated or annoyed with someone or something. I guess I could write about my issues. I miss my father but only in the same way that I have always missed him. He is suppose to be moving here in July. He plans on buying a big house or so he says. I never have really believed much of anything that he says or at least not in regards for his plans for the future. While I love him, as I've gotten to know him recently I realize that he's not all that good of a person. Not capable of a real relationship. That subject is too old and sad not going to go there. When I went to be with him while he was in the hospital this summer after he had his stroke I was afraid that he might die, but more afraid that he might die before I got to know him. Then I realized that I do know him, there just is not that much to know. Most peoples lives are molded and shaped by past events but he is continually living in a past that is so dark.
Bla Bla Bla... Sometimes I can't remember if I've written these things before or if I've just thought about them. I'm positive that this is not a money making essay. It could be a book. Possible titles, MY FATHER THE WAR HERO, DADDY YOU SUCK, BLAME MY PARENTS. I'm feeling kind of crappy today.


I am going to Chuckie Cheese tonight and I am honestly looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to seeing the look of delight on Rangy Roo's face. When I was in the hospital, he told me to tell his daddy to take him to chuckie cheese so that he can eat pizza and play games. Kelly has a hard time unserstanding Ranger. At first I thought I was special because I alone understood the Rangy language. Ranger is actually pretty easy to understand, it's just that Daddy does not listen like I do. Kelly brought me lunch, a microwave meal and I'm feeling nauseous now. Carrs baby powder air freshener is bothering me. These are unsuitable working conditions. So what if I'm being paid to do virtually nothing. I should be paid more to have to smell this nasty aroma. If I knew how to disconnect it I would. I want a Cocacola. The end.

IFILM - Music Videos: Pink: Stupid Girls -

Wonderful video - Great thing to have out for the girls
IFILM - Music Videos: Pink: Stupid Girls -

Sick Lady

I say a copy and paste blog definately counts, but only if it is a transcript of a real or imagined conversation. It especially counts toward your minimum blog requirements if it involves tequila and nudity. I'm alive and well, and will spare everyone the gory details. No permanent damage done but I am not feeling quite as witty. I didn't get anything to eat for three days and I didn't even lose any weight. That's a pisser. I did have a cute male nurse offer to help me shower. Maybe he was ugly, I was pretty drugged up. (In my mind he was cute) Anyway he was the one that was injecting the syringes of morphine into my IV line, so he was pretty much my best friend. I promise a real blog soon.

Everyone Should Have A Retirement Plan . . .

(Okay, Lydia - technically you can yell at me because it IS a copy and paste blog, but it's a copy and paste of an actual conversation I had with Brandy, so that's not really cheating, is it?) P.S. Hope you are feeling better and no damage was done to your body, or more importantly - your wit!

faeriequeene2000: Hi! I miss you. Do you miss me??

Brandy: Always

faeriequeene2000: Not as much as i miss you - trust me

Brandy: Believe you me some margaritas and a Mexican beach are sounding really good about now.

faeriequeene2000: When do we leave?

Brandy: Whenever you get here.

faeriequeene2000: Have you figured out a way to keep us supplied with margaritas?

Brandy: Cute Mexican bus boys.

faeriequeene2000: Ah. Who don't ask you to pay for the gallons I'm going to drink?

Brandy: Rich Mexican men - they are easy and can live on promises of sex and there are a lot of hotels. We will just move around a lot.

faeriequeene2000: Okay - as long as you've got it all figured out ahead of time.

Brandy: I will flash titties for drinks.

faeriequeene2000: Because I plan on being embarrassingly drunk on the tequila all the time and will be of no help.

Brandy: Thats okay I will help you flash titties when needed.

faeriequeene2000: No problem. When you dress me in the a.m. just put on tee shirts that just go to the waist and the titties will poke out the bottom and you won't have to lift much clothing to show the rest.

Brandy: You are so cute and those Latins like hairy women so you will fit right in.
Brandy: Except you will be white and furry and worth more tequila plus we are Americans so they will want to make nice.
Brandy: I will just pretend to be drunk and we can roll rich old men for fun.

faeriequeene2000: In that case also dress me in short shorts and I won't trim or remove anything between now and then and I will look like a monkey in pants and get more free tequila.

AMAZINGLY SIMPLE HOME REMEDIES - From the mailbag

1. If you are choking on an ice cube, don't panic. Simply pour a cup of

boiling water down your throat and presto. The blockage will be almost

instantly removed.


2. Clumsy? Avoid cutting yourself while slicing vegetables by getting

someone else to hold them while you chop away.


3. Avoid arguments with the little woman about lifting the toilet seat by

simply using the sink.


4. For high blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a

few minutes, thus reducing the pressure in your veins. Remember to use a

timer.


5. A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from

rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.


! 6. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives, then you will

be afraid to cough.


7. Have a bad toothache? Smash your thumb with a hammer and you will

forget about the toothache.



Sometimes we just need to remember what the rules of life really are:


You only need two tools: WD-40 and duct tape. If it doesn't move and

should, use the WD-40. If it shouldn't move and does, use the duct tape.


Also remember:


Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.


Never pass up an opportunity to go to the bathroom.


If you woke up breathing, congratulations! You get another chance.


If you shop anywhere but Wal-Mart, you are just showing off!


And finally, be really nice to your family and friends; you never know

when you might need them to empty your bedpan

A True and very sad Stupid Man Story

This is not an urban legend it is an actual true story of my son in laws uncle.

The man was diabetic and developed a boil on his balls and never had it treated . I can't imagine the stupid machoness of a man unwilling to go to the doctor for something on his balls and he obviously did not have a girlfriend or she would have insisted.

At any rate 6 months later after he had not been able to eat or get up from a chair for 3 days the family had enough and called an ambulance for him and had him taken away. He could no longer walk at all and had to be lifted to the abulance as he was in great pain and the boil had grown to the size of a grapefruit.

When they looked at him at the hospital they learned that the boil had grown gangrenous and developed the evil flesh eating disease. Surgery was performed to remove his scrotum and part of his leg but he was beyond help and died 2 days later suring his second surgery.

He left behind a family that loved him and was devastated by his stupidity.

So guys go to the doctor - don't be idiots just because it is a problem with your balls.

Sunday funnies for the crew

some cute stuff make sure you look in the archives
Jokes and Funny Pictures: March 2006

High Protein Diets Bad - All diets bad - fake food bad

From the Cleveland Clinic: High Protein, Low Carbohydrate Diets

This article provides good reasons not to go on a high protein diet. And our frend Lydia is currently in the hospital with a Kidney blockage. And I want her to get better now. She has to live to be old and gray so she can be at the farm with the rest of us. And we will be old so all the food will be real there will be no men or children so we will probably all be skinny and since I am in charge of cooking there will be butter and sugar and bread and noodles and all those things that make life worth living.

Now I am not saying the high protein diet caused it but it couldn't have helped. Granted I am not a Big Diet fan or fake food fan which you can easily tell by looking at my ass. But you know if I wanted it too be smaller I would argue with the hubby or make myself dpressed or use my favorite diet plan which I never get to use anymore and that is sleeping in the sun for 2 hours every day. You can be in shade but you have to be outside. Come on women if you want to lose weight have sex more or go dancing or run with your kids at the park or just quit caring about that extra 20 or in my case 30-40 pounds and enjoy your life.

We worry too much and that causes stress which makes us fat - We don't get enough sleep which makes us fat so if we just quit worrying about it and take more naps we should be healthier right. I say right.

From the Email bag

THANK YOU NOTE



I want to thank all of you who have taken the time and trouble to send me your damn chain letters over the past few years. Yes, thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of what's left of my heart for making me feel safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy.

Because of your concern...I no longer can drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer drink Pepsi or DR Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans.

I no longer drink anything out of a can because I will get sick from the rat feces and urine.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.

I no long er use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

I no longer use margarine because it's one molecule away from being plastic.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a stupid number for which I will get the phone bill from hell with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.

I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer date the opposite sex because they will take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.

I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.

Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes. (Geez, the BIBLE did not mention it works that way!)

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time).

I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

Yes, I want to thank all of you soooooooo much for looking out for me!

I will now return the favor.

If you don't send this e-mail to at least 1200 people in the next 60 seconds, a large bird with diarrhea will crap on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas of a thousand camels will infest your armpits.

I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's 8th husband's 2nd cousin's 3rd husband's ex-wife's mother's beautician!

HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD LAUGH!

HAVE A GREAT DAY!

Don't Date Him Girl Homepage

this site posts pictures and bios of men who cheat and that you shouldn't date not sure if i like it or not. site itself could use some work and I can see some guy getting pissed and resorting to violence. so i am taking a vote is this good or bad.

Don't Date Him Girl Homepage

Flawed

I am flawed in a way that I do not like or even comprehend. I recognize this tendency of mine is a serious fault and is preventing me from being the loving person that I am. I lack the ability to give people the benefit of the doubt. I do not know if I am over compensating for being all too naive in the past. I find myself
continuosly thinking the worst of people. What is wrong with me? If I am going to go around making assumptions why can't I just assume that others are just as I am. People are imperfect just like me. I am hard on myself and I am hard on other people.

Cristal called yesterday, she would like for me to come and work with her. I would like to make as much money as she does but I do not want to be away from my family that much. I don't even want to be away from my dog that much. I know that I should probably jump at this opportunity but it just does not feel right. I am unambitious.
I have missed Cristal, these past months. More than I care to admit.

Hey! That was funny.

I was going to write my blog about my own unique take on multi-tasking but then I was distracted by the fact that I actually got a few comments on my answer to Dona's question. While women are soft and lovely and there are by far more attractive women then men to look at. I have really never considered myself a Lesbian. Although I do own three pairs of Birkenstocks and I've been told that this is the preferred footwear of Lesbians. Althought the person that gave me this info was a gay man, I'm not sure if he is a reliable source. He is quite hip and in the know in other areas. So if you are a Lesbian please feel free to write in and either confirm or deny this rumor. In any case they are very comfortable. I have never claimed to hate men, I love them immensely. One man in particular. Some of my stupidest behavior ever has come about when I was under the influence of men.

On to the multi tasking bit. I am listening to my new CD, I have laundry in the washer and the dryer. I'm burning a candle, typing, and drinking a cup of coffee and having a conversation with Rangy Roo. That's the closest I'll ever come to being a good multi-tasker. I'm still thinking about the men are apes bit. I can give you sociological proof. Without women men act completely uncivilized, reverting back to primitive behavior. Ever studied the way that men behave in prison when there are no women around to civilize them. Unrefutable proof!

MEN ARE APES!

The answer to that question would be..... I have no earthly idea. I'm sure that Brandy knows. When she gets back from winning her millions at the casinos we can ask her. Oh wait, I suddenly remembered the answer. It's because men are STUPID. They are one evolutionary cycle above apes.