Eat Rotten Fruit from a Shitty Tree

Ultimate Peep Show, 2007

Come on. I'm already so sick of what white people like.blog.com. It would be a different story if it were even remotely funny but it's just like that Simpsons, or that King of the Hill, or that Chappelle show, or whatever. "It's funny 'cause it's true!" Haven't we evolved enough to where race jokes aren't the only thing that's funny anymore? Can't we transcend this level of, why yes in fact, British people DO have bad teeth, white people CAN'T dance, black people DO like cornbread, etc. etc. I mean inherently racist humor has it's proper place in understanding radical change and the evolution of society, but this kind of inherently racist humor isn't even that funny and that's the most offensive aspect about it. And everyone knows I love a funny joke, no matter how terrible it may be, off the cuff, offensive, in fact, the more the better (cheap shots excluded). Good humor is allowed to be offensive if it's supposed to make people think, as in just simply use their brain. What white people like is just another knee jerk response to Seinfeld being off the air. It's about as funny as "what's with airplanes and peanuts!" Come on, Jerry wasn't funny either. It's really no wonder you have to scratch your head sideways when watching something great like Tim and Eric's Awesome Show Great Job! or Mr Show. To actually be groundbreaking, I think you have to push limits of what makes people uncomfortable and is, ultimately, funny. Or at least have some intelligence about it. I'm just so sick of lame-brain easy humor. It's easy to laugh at a blog like what makes white people white.blog even if you haven't had a hard day because those kind of laughs are cheap. But not in a good tawdy way. Just in a bad, slacker way. And that's just not good enough for me.

I come in peace!

Ah, Simpsons.


Dinner with Wes and Tasha was fabulous last night. I really really like her. I almost completely forgot about book club too. Emailed her in the nick of time. Whew! Where I'm going to find time to garden, Bunko, Spanish classes, work, go to the gym, and play with pupperies I don't know. But whatevs. I'll make it work!

Here are bathroom demo and renovation pics, FINALLY!!

We're so proud. Tile comes in this weekend, if the 1-2 inches of snow doesn't get us!!! oooh! Anyway we're really looking forward and I'll post more pictures after. The floor tile is simply bootiful!



Pepto Pink Delight!





That, my friends, is a toilet hole, circa 1958.



New citron delight! Sorry, I don't have the time to get these out here and get them lined up correctly, sheesh!





Whaddya think?

I look into the microscope, see Golgi Apparatus

Won't you buy me a birthday present, beloved? You have a lil' over a month...

God isn't one of these // former or latter

pink powderpuff



We have a newly bone colored tile bathroom!! It's beautiful and huge looking (of course there's nothing in there to take up space) and, as of yesterday, we have a beautiful new European style shower door.

It's all coming together so well. Would be appropriate that this would have then been such a crazy month. So much will lost. So much work achieved. Orwell.

Hubs is in Washington DC because he's a big time PR guy fighting for farmers's rights. It's damn sexy. I'm working on moisturizing my now just extremely dry, albeit no longer poisonous, skin. Not very sexy. But while Husband is gone, it's good time for me to get a few surprises done for him. Finishing his office is one. Lampshades done. File cabinet done tonight. Out with that old gross metal thing. And then it'll be done! His man cave will be fully functional, stylish, sexy, and musical. Perfecto!

Is it terrible that I'm delving back into Phish? I'm sorry but I can't help it. I've always loved that band.

I've been slacking on Spanish. My mind just hasn't been into it. I'm working on getting the yard cleaned up more while Hubs is gone. That I enjoy. I have a whole gardening itune playlist for my shuffles, complet avec Phish. They make good plant food.

Anyway. A hair trim is in the works. Especially after my dream last night. Thank you! Mr Romanian man I've never seen. That was intense, and shocking. Even for me.

Also cleaning out the closets. Dusting. Watching my movies. I finished Notes on a Scandal last night. It was good. Intriguing. Mostly just nice to look at Cate Blanchett. I just don't know how she does it.

So who knew Arkansas winter hardy ferns require full sun? Um hello? They're ferns!

I made a friend of the western sky

BIGNONIA CAPREOLATA, aka Papaw's Cross Vine.

Went to a house auction today. V. interested in seeing more. I have a lot of interest, and honestly experience, in this family house flipping business I guess I've joined. And it's obvious my opinion is wanted but in other way's it's frustrating. I'm so easy to have a temper right now, (I finally had to get off the prednisone) and the crazy appetite is gone, the crazy high. But now I feel really low. Really depressed. I guess it's made me sensitive. I had no idea I would react so strongly to the juice but it's made me a mess. Anyway I'm easily frustrated. With my brother, with work, with friends, with me. With my ever present poison ivy induced leprosy. Jesus.

So I know when my body gets back regulated it will all pass. Sometimes I just wish I didn't feel like I was in a competition for living. And that I didn't still feel hurt by a certain friend. And that the weather wouldn't be so shitty. I think if I could just get well enough to get back to working out or working in my yard, it would help.

Just more of the same. Big news, I'm still in a funk.

the words are coming out all weird

This is what I want my backyard to look like. I must invest in ferns this year.

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Yesterday was horrible and bad. The steroids really went to my head, or they had been collectively cumulatively going to my head and decided yesterday was their day to strike. I've never felt so out of my f-ing gourd before. Poor friends had to help me calm down. Poor Husband had to help me calm down. I keep wanting to think my poison ivy is getting better but I just don't know. And I'm getting down to the dregs of my meds and hoping I don't need more but not understanding why I'm not significantly better by now. And I'm tired, exhausted by wide awakenings at 3am (on the dot since I started taking the stuff) and my mind, emotions, body are just spent.

Kids! Don't do the juice! It'll only get you in the end. (And despite my insane appetite, my ladies swear my end is shrinking, which is pretty cool but so not worth it!)

I am so proud of Husband, that work sends him all over the country on a regular basis. I highly think he's earned it. But I sure will miss him when he's gone.

We just want to emote 'til we die

Marigold Dior will make it all better.
We will suffer for fashion, or, whatever
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Poison ivy sucks. Steroids suck. Irritability sucks. Planning things suck. Having to go to Spanish when I just want to go home and itch sucks. Wah. Sucky suck. Whatever!

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Popsicles and Round up, bitches.