Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Shakin' Me Big Bum To...

this (real media file) today. The Wolfpack - Vans or the "Got My Vans On But They Look Like Sneakers" song

I lurves this song. Yeah, yeah, I know, I listen to everything so sue me. Ok, don't sue me, you won't get jack crap, I'm poe! (see post below)

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Life, As It Were

Ok, hello! Welcome back to Whine and Cry, Int. where whining, and crying are ALWAYS welcome.

K, update on things that are making me want to KILL myself and when I say "kill" I mean "put an end to rhythmic breathing that so naturally comes to healthy human people". In a moment of hilarious and dark humor (perhaps only to myself) we'll be using bullets to list these things since its most appropriate that I use said "bullets" to do so. Let us proceed:

  • I am out of $$ and its the beginning of school for my children tomorrow. The ex husband has fallen about 4.5 months behind in the 12 months that we've been divorced. He pays nearly nothing towards the children's upbringing forcing me to look for ways to literally slaughter him in the most painful of manners.
  • I just looked up info on getting a loan from the company so lovingly advertized on television by everyone's favorite african american thyroidally challenged ex child star, Gary Coleman. Cash is so easily come by when one Googles "cash money in my bank right now"
  • My boobs hurt. New baby, jaws of a tiger shark. Nuff said?
  • My landlord is coming to inspect the house Thursday morning. First off, my house is a mess. I have f'ing post partum depression like none ever experienced before, 5463 children and not a whole lotta help in any aspect from anyone at this point. I'm also out of any kind of controlled substances that are legal from a religious standpoint so I'm out of luck. I want to FREAKING KILL PEOPLE!
  • I wish I had the balls of Marie Osmond when she did what I am dreaming every second of the day of doing. I want to get in my damn car and drive up the coast of California. First though, I need that damn loan from so I can afford the gas, you know. Mama can't just up and have a nervous breakdown anymore without first making sure her finances are in order.
Anyone know of a samurai sword shop in Las Vegas? One that has swords sharp enough to pierce a breastplate when someone falls "accidentally" on it? I kinda want to go out like O Ren.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Further Proof That I'm Certifiable, Yo

Um, I posted earlier about Post Partum or something? Yep, I'm totally batshiz crazy, ya'll. I have figured out that depending on the music I'm listening to, my moods swing around like Britney Spears swings around that cute lil fatboy SPF, except I don't drop my moods on the street in NYC, cuz I'm not that cold hearted of a bitch, you know.

Anywhoo, yep, listening to Sufjan and decided that I'm coo... no worries, but yeah, um. K, I'm nuts. I also have to tell you that Caramel Apple Empanadas from the Tahtow Bewl (taco bell, for those of you who do NOT currently reside in my psyche.) Oh and one more thing. The show Psyche...rox me sox.

The end.

K, make sure I don't listen to Old Old Pink Floyd eva. Also, go here to see Mr. Scotty Gee (so nummy) sing some sweetness. He's oh so hott, don't drool on yer keyboards, ladies. That is all.

Thinking...Post Partum Depression Maybe?

the only words I can utter right now are lyrics:

Its awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear that I'm not here.
And I never knew we could be so thick
And I never knew we could be so blue
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead, dressed in red
And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.
I don't care if the sun don't shine
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter.
And the sea isn't green
And I love the Queen
And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke?


RIP Syd Barrett, January 6, 1946 - July 7, 2006

Monday, August 21, 2006

To Shin

Hey Shin,

Remember when I was driving in the desert a couple of years ago in the middle of the night and you and I were on the phone and I freakin got hit by a semi who totally just drove off and didn't kill me but didn't stop? Yeah, that was weird.



The Little Girl Giant

I've seen this before

The Sultan's Elephant is amazing

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Totally Addicted

You all know I'm a reality tv WHORE, and how I loves me some Project Runway, Big Brother All Stars, Laguna Beach, The Hills (soooooooooooooooooooo good, omg!) etc....

now, I present to you my absolute favorite:

Work Out

Trés sigh... I thought I'd hate it, nay, DESPISE IT! Mais non. I love. Love so much...

Hot lesbian lady opens Beverly Hills sports club, has hot Brazilian girlfriend who is muy jealouso, tons of gay men who look oh so fabulous all the time, drama, baby mama's, Beverly Hills mom's who are hot and obviously bi-curious, cute laptop dogs. My oh my, tis so good.

Tune in, report back.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Snakes On A Harper

Monday, August 07, 2006

Harper Elias Michael Maddox Jolie-Pitt-Easley???

I cut the baby's hair, on the sides and above his ears. Now he looks hot.

His dad wants to do the "Maddox Jolie-Pitt" mohawk.

Yay? Nay?

This Is Love

2:00 am, little noises that sound like sniffling but its only been 3 hours since the last feeding. Frustrated a bit but not enough to erase the smile from my face as I sit up slowly. By the time I'm fully upright, the sniffling is a cry.

"Don't get up, I got him," from my husband, across the room, "he just needs his binkie."

I melt all over our bed immediately.

"Bring him over here with us" I whisper.

Back to sleep for the next few hours, but not before I catch my sweet boys, laying next to me, Daddy's finger wrapped in a tiny hand in the dark.

This hurts my heart, makes that lump in my throat throb. This is love.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

I might have tourettes

This is my 3rd post today.


Anyway, I was just thinking. Since I've moved back from Seattle, I've all but abandoned my "faux hippy" speak. I don't even say "far out, Man" or anything like that anymore. It feels good, and that's what leads me to my next issue. Will I have to re-adopt the speak again when I move back? What if I keep my new speak, "faux gangsta"? Will they love and accept me even still?

I'mma hafta try it out, bitches.


Finally gave into the Flikr.

dat is all.

Oh Dear

So...I hope my husband likes the rain (he does) because I just got a promotion that will move us all up to Bellevue/Seattle Washington. Dear me, didn't I just move BACK here from there 4 years ago? Seems so, although back then, I was trying to get away from my now ex-husband and his family who are akin to the Manson family.

Yep, come January, we'll be living in the beautiful northwest again.


Also, I ate my baby last night, now he's in my belly.