rollercoaster moods.

hello, bloggy blog. how i have so desperately missed thee. i have been super busy these past few days, so i must plead for your forgiveness.

last week my hormones were acting crazy something horrible. seriously. i felt bi-polar. i'd be happy one minute and then the next second, literally be steaming mad. at first i chalked it up to pms, because i usually have a rough bout with it like every two to three months or so. i also had some very unfriendly female issues goin on that i didn't find so polite. it just made an aggravating situation more aggravating. then i thought maybe it was because i had my a.d.d. riddled brother for a solid week and he refused to take his meds. thats enough to get on ya nerves fo' sho'. then it struck me clear as day this weekend when i was back home. it was the darvacet. i have not been abusing it in any capacity but had been taking it at regular times during my daily regimen. therefore i had it in my system continuously. i quit taking it and bam! just like that, my mood evened out. thank my stars too because that shit is for the birds.


this weekend i was back home, as i previously mentioned. i spent quality time with my friends. i made a break through with one, and supported another in her time of strife. "friendship is the key to happiness," said my nana's pillow. and that couldn't be more true.

i've posted some pictures below. you can see our newly installed huge fenced in back yard for our four legged furbabies to romp around in. also some pigs feet and ears that i saw at the hoggly woggly that kind of creeped me out. but the main thing that got me was a piece of hair weave i saw sitting in the meat department. YUUUUUUCK!! you'll also see where i put a barrette in sophia's hair. she looked so pleased with it too. there is also a picture of her sitting with one of my besties. and in another picture, you'll see our new comforter and bedskirt. its oh-so-pretty!!

guest bathroom extraordinaire.

i finished the electrical face plates for the guest bathroom. i coordinated them with the shower curtain. take a gander at the pictures and judge for yourself!!

dryer snafu.

it has been unanimously decided that the four kids from my mama are THE.BIGGEST.KLUTZES.IN.THE.WORLD. seriously, i have concluded its some sort of DNA chromosome that we all inherited. a genetic mutation of sorts. (as if i didn't have enough of those as is!) let me site two find examples to prove my theory.

when all four of us siblings were little, we were forced to sit miserably at the table for supper. oh the injustices! but i digress, our mom would fix us all our plates of food and drinks, where we'd then begrudgingly eat most likely spaghetti. we would hem and haw over this dish, not because it was nasty, no. rather, because we ate that stuff AT LEAST two to three times per week. (which is the solid reason i put a cap on the number of times honey cooks spaghetti per year.) then after everybody was seated and pushing their food around on their perspective plates, mom would fix yet another glass of milk, bring a towel, bring an additional set of silverware, and depending on the level of chaos that day, another plate full of food. six people eating, but seven places set. why, might you ask? let's revisit that pesky chromosomal defect shall we? it was never a question of if, but when any child would: 1- drop their utensil 2- spill their milk or 3- (on a particularly evening of high volume lunacy) spill their milk into their plate and drop their utensil. it was a guarantee. sure as the turn of the tide. clockwork. seriously.

now let's fast forward a decade or so, to last night. "picture this," a brother and a sister, a dryer, an unlit cigarette, and a lent trap. earlier in the day, the a.d.d. afflicted sister sets out to go smoke on her back porch, but she gets sidetracked. no doubt, by something shiny. once she pulled herself away from the shimmering object, she forgets where she laid the intended cigarette she was going to smoke. chalking it up to years of previous one too many happy pills, she shrugs it off and grabs another, forgetting all about it. later that day this brother comes to his sister's aid with her atrocious, never ending mound of wretched laundry. said brother switches the wet clothes from the washer to the dryer while said sister removes the lint filter from the lint trap to clean it. it was at this precise moment when the clusterfuck occurred. though it happened in probably a matter of two seconds, it felt like it was on the slow motion setting. the brother stands up and turns toward sister to help her put the lint filter back in. with both people guiding the filter back into its abode, the lost cigarette appears from nowhere sitting beside the currently empty hole of the filter's home. the bottom corner of the filter catches the cigarette and down it fell into the rabbit hole into the land of the mythical sock monster. which i believe to highly resemble oz.

an hour and a half to two hours later, the said brother saves the day and gallops into the setting sun. he retrieved the cigarette. several retrieval methods were utilized: the arm down the rabbit hole, a straightened coat hanger with tape around it backwards as to theoretically stick to the cigarette and pull it to safety, an extension cord with tape around the male part to serve the same purpose as the coat hanger, turning the stupid thing on to see if it'd blow it out, and finally, sticking brother's arm up the exhaust end of the dryer that is on the outside of the house.

yeaaaaaa. who the hell else would this happen to?! seriously!! enjoy the pictures from our merry little experience.

perfect bliss.

at THIS.PRECISE.MOMENT., my thirteen year old twin brother, A, is living it up in our new $850 jacuzzi whirlpool bathtub. perhaps he is relaxing, you might ponder. alas, my darling interweb stranger friends, he is donning my snorkel mask and breathing tube. my mind's eye sees a precocious three year old splashing his twin brother and squealing with laughter in the bath tub. today i see a thirteen year old on the brink of manhood, snorkeling in my bath tub. this brings a much needed smile to my face after an unexplainable, exceptionally grumpy day today.

dreams.

So check this out; i've been having odd dreams of sort, recently. night before last, i dreamt that i had a limb of a sprouting tree growing out from under my fingernail of my index finger. it wasn't big, and in fact, it resembled more of a perhaps 3 week old bud. it was so odd. maybe it signifies some sort of creativity from my hands. i'd like to think so anyways. the art room is in shambles, as it appears to be nothing more than a back storage room in stead of a creative kiln to unleash my art mojo. i can feel myself getting antsy on that whole frontier.


then last night i dreamt that honey was ready to start insperminating. i was shocked. she was standing at the sink washing what looked to be a bowl. when she finished with that she washed her hands and dried them off with a dish towel, looks over at me and says, "let's do this thing." i was stunned. and surprisingly scared. i know. very odd indeed.