Day of Mourning

I spent most of yesterday trying to digest it.


I guess leaving with Jesus Christ Super Star really will be the irony at which she leaves.


Even Jesus loves people with Tattoos.


Cheers to Carly, one of the most seasoned professionals I have ever heard sing.

"Cleave" unto my words.....YO!

Just look at her. The cheek bones. The choker, beneath a somewhat masculine adams' apple, because she's so thin. Red lips, perfect brows and dainty pearl earings placed just so.

Growing up, my mother was nothing like her, June that is. Some times I like to imagine how I might have turned out had I grown up in the Cleaver home.

Example A: I might wake in the morning early to press my husbands shirts and make breakfast. Instead he wisks off to work barely getting a shower and a cup of joe. When he leans down to kiss me goodbye I still have mascara strewn across my face, I am practically snoreing, face burried in pillows and covers.

Example B: When the children misbehave, he might hear in a high pitched loving voice things like: Now children, lets love one another, or nice boys get to heaven. His reality is picking up a cell phone call worried that the next lines out of my mouth will be, "I am going to blow up this house!"

In the end, we function, maybe not as peacecfully as the Cleavers...but hey, we fend for ourselves, and know how to make a mean quesadilla, with fake cheese and pam.

One time my mother got down and cried when she had a full tank of gas. No wonder I am thrilled with a twenty in my wallet. Who needs savings when you give your mother your allownace to fix her car so you can get to school in the morning.

Carly Smithson - Come Together - Top 12 Finalists

I am little bit obsessed with Carly.

I would like to be able to carry off a tattoo like her, oh and move like her.

I think she is the real deal miss Carly. She redefines so many things for me.

"O" Bama, you Ba-rack my world.

NO, I did not vote for mister Bama. But I hope I get the chance to think about it.

Is it just me, or is he gorgeous, and have one of the most soothing speaking voices you've ever heard? He is the real deal. Not that I am basing my vote on how hot a present elector is...I just can't quite get over him.

It's a mild crush.

Nothing like Monica Lewinsky. And, I don't wear sleezy blue dresses.

Maybe I could run for Vice president and then be really close to him.

It shall be interresting, the next few months of our lives. Like I always say and always live by. Tomorrow it is all history, so live today like it matters.

XANA--

Offilially, oficial, ofiiciality.

Well, It's over, I voted. My hands got sweaty, my heart raced rampantly.

Then, when I got in my car I turned on some metalica. Something had to tune out the noise.

Come on America let's think this through.

I found this picture fascinating...let's make sure we think through this next election.

What are you thinking?

It came to my attention in group skate class the other day, that one of my students had been given remote control roller skates for Christmas. What do you say to that? How do you not beat the crap out of a parent who just desperately wants her child to win? I can't even look at this mother, I mean do you know how hard the other kids work to build up good Quads and Hamstrings? As I peered into the balcony to find the mother, whom obviously had the controls, I was flabbergasted by her response. She acted surprised, yet pleased. Osta baby, your out of my class.