SkyBelle

This is SkyBelle with her mom, Mj. SkyBelle was just born yesterday.

K asked me to email him while he is at work but he specifically requested that I refrain from writing anything negative. That kind of cramps my style a bit doesn't it?I flat out told him that he has to accept the entire package. The good and the bad, I can reign in the ugly but I'm a stream of consciousness kind of gal and it's not all happy hour inside my head. I do love my mood swings only almost as much as I love my coffee. Desperately trying to gain employment but my schedule is an obstacle. L is rooting for me big time. She has pretty much figured out that this is the only way that she is going to New York with hertheatre class this summer. If her behavior does not improve she will be lucky is she gets to scoop goat poo at Yang's.

Last night I dreamt about the demon, I don't say his name anymore. I dreamt that we were friends and I could pick up the phone and talk to him at anytime. I don't miss his mental instability, unreliability, and general drug fiend demeanor but I do honestly miss some part of him. Although if I could erase every thought of him I ever had I certainly would. I've done pretty good job of eradicating him from my conscious.
I've been having the headaches from hell this week.

What's better than home-made pan de polvo and a mocha in the morning. I just don't know. It's right up there with reading Belle's blog but not as good as visiting Dona. It's the opposite of standing in line at DPS who by the way say they screwed up the application on my drivers license and I now must go back and wait in the horrid line again free of charge of course. Did I blog about my circle of influence yet? I went to DPS about a month ago to replace yet another misplaced driver's license and the line was longer than the usual way too many people so I tried using my influence to make others leave. First I concentrated on the babies, I figured that their mothers were easy prey. But no matter how much they fussed or screamed or stunk up the joint the mommy's would not budge. I then moved on to the crowd in general and apparently my circle of influence is very limited because eventually only the person standing directly in front of me and right behind me gave up all hope of the line moving faster than a snail race and decided to abandon the mission.

And people wonder why we homeschool

Zachary Christie, 6, Suspended for Fork - CBS News

Chickens Ready To Go to Prom

These are Polish chickens, and they resent the jokes.
Brought two of these home yesterday. Could only get pix of one, as the other is in hiding.

Newest Girl On The Block

And yes, she is full grown...

Dream

I went to an Italian restaurant with K and Roo. Roo was about 3 or a young 4. As soon as we were seated K said I will be right back. Hours passed and K never returned so we ate without him. It was Halloween and the restaurant owner gave roo a case of blow-pops. I tried to call K but no answer, I was worried and mad. I found my old Yukon in the parking lot and drove home. Home was a condo or an apartment. He was home when I got there and I asked him why he had stood us up. He made some lame excuse that just infuriated me. He didn't apologize, you could have at least called I said he. I noticed that he was putting up an artificial tree and decorating it. Funny that I didn't ask him what the heck he was doing putting a tree up on Halloween. I had remember seeing an announcement of a new skate ramp some where, a competition. I took L and another friend and we headed that way. They wanted to stop at McDonald's so I told them to go inside. They did and I waited. They were taking forever so I decided to go inside and get a drink. I handed the friend the keys to my van I think she left her money in there. I found myself in an elaborate playland I was just about to slide down when I noticed that the exit was too small. A fat lady noticed I was stuck and laughed her ass off. I said I'm fat but I'm not that fat, the exit is too small. The next thing I know I am in the outdoor play land minus my top, trying to cover my breasts. A truck drives by and there is howling but no one else seems to notice I am not wearing a shirt. The girls come out without food and they have a shirt for me. My van is missing from the parking lot we assume that it has been stolen. The girls start walking at a fast pace. I am not sure who to call K or the police. As I am walking I happen upon a police car and I ask how to report a car stolen. Next thing I know I am getting a breathalyzer and am in the back of the car, Someone tells me I should get a lawyer. As I was blowing into the breathalyzer I can smell alcohol very strongly but it is not registering that it is coming from me, like this is not a possibility. I tell them that my step dad is a retired police officer. I am sure there was an end but I don't remember it. I think that I was being accused of killing someone. There were 3 officers sin the front seat, (I don't know how they managed that). One of them was female.

Quote of the Day

'Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit.'