the start of something scary

The Boyfriend (or for Dusti's sake, my Faux Asian Man) purchased a doman for me and my artwork.

www.theglorygirl.com will launch soon.

Not that any of you will read this, as you've taken down your links. *L*

Dear friends

The Fiance and I have broken up as of about two weeks ago, and it looks like I am now living in Miami, designing web sites.

I will most likely be putting up a NEW journal, so stay tuned.

Even if I haven't posted, I'm still keeping up with all y'all.

Dude.

I'm in Miami.

Feel free to express jealousy.

Not gone yet.

The Fiance came home from work earlier than planned, but he went to visit his parents before we go to my parents'.

When he left for Prattville (Pratt Vegas), he took Jake the Basset and Jess the Brittany with him so they can stay there for the weekend (my parents live in the country and have no fence; their dogs are bright enough to stay out of the road). Ilse really thought she was going. She was determined that she was going. She even managed to fandangle her way out of her collar (now tightened up a notch) and jump into the Cherokee. I snatched her out of the Jeep and let her know in no uncertain terms that she was, in fact, not going.

She's pissed at me now, sulking in a chair.

Meantail.

country grammar

The Fiancé and I are heading to Lower Alabama (that's LA for those of you in the know) for the holiday (with a few trips to the beach). Since I'm going to the country (not to eat a lot of peaches), I'm leaving you with a country song:

When I told my husband to take out the trash,
I didn't mean you,
so pull up your panties
and get out of my kitchen
before you wake up my kids.

I shall see you all in a few days, and will post pictures of my inevitable sunburn.

aurghhhhhh!

oh my god we keep havING BIRDS IN THE CHIMNEY I DON'T KNOW IF THERE'S A NEST IN THERE OR WHAT BUT IT HAS TO STOP BECAuse i don't like hearing them flapping their wings and i don't like them flying around my house help arrrrrrrghhhh it's like an alfred hitchcock movie help

AH HA HA HA!

Americans Stealing Russian Lakes

Well, now.

Ilse has taken over the world. She now has her own e-mail address (ilse@hotdogblog.com) and her own journal. Send the little monkey some e-mail. At the moment, she's in the backyard, giving the Brittany whatfor; Jess is, of course, ignoring Ilse and playing dead.

Thanksgiving 2004

Dear God,

I would like to be the boy who stands up in class to say, "Hey, man, that's his seat, and I think you should move." But unfortunately, I'm not yet brave enough to take a stand like that. Or can I be the kid who sets up his own server, and has is humming always under his bed? I'm not clever enough to do that. Could I be the girl who acts, sings, and does crew while chewing gum? Can you chew gum in the theatre? Make me Asian, so I can learn more. Make me black so I can dance. Make me Indian so I can be obedient. Make me British so I can have perfect pronounciation. If anything, let me get a tan. I know he would like my hair to be longer. Would people like me to be shorter, curvier, braver?

And when all of this runs through my mind, I stop and think that *he* loves me. *He* wants to be with me. And no matter how I look or act, *I'm* the one he chose.

Thank you.

...

I feel sad today. Can't figure out why.