blame it on cain... or whatever

Playing around on the machine tonight, as The Girl has allowed me full access on it, I've discovered a whole new world out there... but I won't bore you all with details.

No huge plans tonight, other than sucking down some more NyQuil (nice, tasty green death flavor), and possibly chasing that down with a Murphy's - in other words, no biggie.

As I've already started on the NyQuil and am part way through with the Murphy's, I'm going to sign off now. I mean, the ghetto burgers are waiting, plus the girls want to get onto MySpace.

oy.

fun with cameras, part 28

Something that I have to share... you know you have a problem with ice cream when you clean out your freezer and this comes out:

(Posted with permission from my sheep lovin' friend... ewe so rule! Thanks for the share, girlfriend!)

a moment of silence, please...

I would like to thank Colleen, the creators of Samsung camera phones, and God Himself for making this photo possible.

on a lighter note...

Camera phones should be a mandatory accessory that everyone must have... you never know what you're gonna see.

(Yes, that's the lead singer from the Flametrick Subs.)

sometimes your babies channel ann landers and ghandi, and sometimes they just wanna play power rangers

Lately, I've been trying to figure stuff out all the while going through the motions in every day life... it's been a booger, in other words.

Dealing with the Ex Factor has been rather draining, to say the least. (Oh come on, Tams, when have you ever said the least?!) I truly believe that I've developed a form of PTSD thanks to that person... you know it's affected you somewhat when you're sittin' around, watching the tube and a "Jerky Boy" character on the bad tv movie of the week reminds you of that special someone to the point to where you're having flashbacks and breaking out in a cold sweat.

Thinking he'd changed, I actually did make a mild attempt at reconciliation with him... and realized that that would have been one of the stupidest mistakes I would've made since joining the Army - to hell with that, since saying "I do" in the first place. Gee, Tams, what clued you in - what caused that epiphany in the first place? you might ask... well, it was my 4 year old.

He was telling me about his day at school, and how one of little boys had walked up and hit a little girl, and how he had then gone to hit the little boy... when I asked him why he did it (he'd gotten into trouble at school for that), he said, and I quote: "Boys don't hit girls. That's bad."

Sometimes you get hit with wisdom in ways that you'd never even think... and when those words of wisdom are literally coming from the mouth of babes, that's when you come to the realization that you're a dumb ass if you put yourself back in toxic situations.

sometimes the perfect date is right under your nose

Now that I've had time to recuperate somewhat from the weekend (and the weeks before), I can finally - maybe - post something a little me-ish.

Maybe. Perhaps. Who knows?

It's almost 8pm on a Monday night, and my oldest son, Ninja Joe, shipped off for summer camp yesterday morning... The Boy and I were sad, but made a day of it anyway at our old to me/new to him stompin' grounds, Fair Park. Between chasing pigeons and feeding turtles and watching sharks get fed, we managed to do some of that old fashioned mother-son bonding.

Some things about my youngest that I think is cool...

1) His favorite song in the entire world is "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots";
2) He loves fried balogna (pronounced baloney, dammit);
3) He's never met a stranger;
4) He always makes me laugh;
5) Instead of a teddy bear, he has a stuffed fish named "Fishy";
6) He names things... our new bird's name is "Sand"... like on the beach...
7) He's my kid, and lets the world know;
8) He likes to sing. A lot;
9) He will only eat meals that include spinach, carrots, or salad... preferably all three;
10) He "gets" the jokes on Catscratch, and loves to watch The Tick.

Okay. I'm done.

random shots from the weekend, pt. 2

From left... an impromptu show by the one and only Reverend Horton Heat...





I'll find the shot of Taz soon. Here, you'll see The Gentile (aka Jesse)...

Here you see the Backsliders... sorry, the shots were taken with a cameraphone...

a weekend to remember for years to come

For the past few weeks, I've been going through this entire roller coaster that is not only physical and mental, but emotional as well... I've been able to connect with friends, both new and old, and basically get to know someone I haven't really seen for a long time: yours truly.

Between working 48+ hour weeks and trying to (re)establish my old business, being a semi-soccer mom and a Kempo Momma twice a week, AND making a meager attempt at returning to school part time (jumpin' back into the pony express) - that is, once my brain stops leaking out of my left ear - I've allotted that one night a week to where it's all about me, and only me.

Fuck, it keeps me off the meds... right?

So, this past Friday, at the laundromat/bar that I've been a regular for more years than I care to admit to and will remain so for as long as fate allows, there was the show of the decade... the Loco Gringos tribute show. All I can say, people, is this: holy shit... thank you, God.

I'm going to post many, many pictures from the other night - for you locals out there, yes, if it's a face you think you recognize, then it probably is. Here's a few from the Loco Gringos Tribute at Bar of Soap in Dallas, Texas... as Colleen so eloquently phrased it, "Fuck you, we're still from Texas".

Enjoy.

parks and the single life

Oh... my... god.

That's pretty much been my morning mantra for the past two weeks, and I really wouldn't have it any other way - well, it's been fun, anyway.

I have no clue what I'm going to write about here today, but as it's been a couple of weeks since I last said "hi" to the world, perhaps it's gotta be a doozy or three. I want to start out with this disclaimer: I do not have a home computer of my own, and must rely on the sporadic opportunities that revolve around The Girl's schedule... in other words, I pretty much use the computer only when she's away - and the kid will never leave.

So where do I start, anyway?

Work seems to be going okay - I mean, I haven't been called into a manager's office and told, "You suck!", so I guess that's a good thing... right? Well, I hope so, anyway. (Fuck knocking on wood, I'm bangin' on it.)

The new-to-me car is performing nicely. It's odd to have air conditioning AND a working radio, plus, I knew it was about time to get a new car when I'd opened the door and the handle came off in my hand. In the rain. And the keys were in the seat.

Motherhood in general is going great - Ninja Joe just started Kempo (or however the fuck it's spelled) and is lovin' it, The Boy is in soccer (hopefully, he will soon bore with this), and The Girl is now working a summer job. Saturdays are Mandatory Fun Days, and we've actually got a routine down pat now... as Martha would say, "It's a good thing".

Single life is actually one of the best things that's happened to me since Dead Like Me has hit DVD... it's nice to be back. I like having midnight sushi with my gay neighbors and my weekly laundry date with Jimmy; god, I've missed not having to kiss ass on a regular basis.

Well, The Boy is ready for the park excursion, so I must go.

Bye!