The Dyson.
What can I say about the Dyson, its the best $500 Ive ever spent. It'll suck up 2 quarts of dog hair in about 2 seconds ..meaning a 2x2 area. I have two golden retreivers, Baby and Bella. Bella had puppies Oct 29th, nine of them. Baby is Bella's mother. Like I stated in previous entries, I breed my goldens, Bella was a pup of Baby..Baby is now retired and Bella has just gotten into the business. This is her first litter, nine little bundles of happiness, taking over my kitchen. They have been pinned in the kitchen for weeks now and all I can say is "I wany my DAMN kitchen back!!" All of the puppies have found great homes, and also provided me with the means to give my kids a good christmas. Anyway, about the Dyson.
It rocks. Travis always says, "When you vacuum, you smile. Whenever you cut that thing on you start to smile."
Wine refill.. just a sec..
tangent: "She's a WHORE."
sinful pleasures she said. I wish I had been born in the 40s.. the clothes, the gentelemen. I was born in another time. this is not my time period my time period wth men in this society in this time period is that men don't open the door for you anymore. whores give it up right left and center. She'll fuck you because, there is no reason. why is sex a substitute for a date, its a replacement. I cant settle anymore. who wants to settle anymore. why is she making everything so difficult for me?
The chalk board is my way of getting ..."away". expressing my agnst.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Naturalization Test
“Bitsys World” is a term that we, a group of amazing women, use to describe what happens when all 2, 4, or 10 of us get together at my house, drink wine, solve the worlds problems, watch “Mother Lovers” and “The End of Ze World.” It is synergy of auras with semi-explosive outcomes.
We are all teetering on the brink of insanity, all of us. Some friends assist in keeping us from falling over that edge we so delicately balance; while others tend to push us towards it. One of those people has pushed each citizen of Bitsy’s World over that brink of insanity. Friends, by definition, and these definitions cannot be found in a dictionary, are trustworthy, honest, reliable people.
Someone in Bitsy World has been expelled, excommunicated, and has "no more lines in this play." And there is no understudy position availible. Exit stage Left.
more to come about the TRUTH and the triflin' whore behind it all.
oh, and she failed the naturalization test miserably.
We are all teetering on the brink of insanity, all of us. Some friends assist in keeping us from falling over that edge we so delicately balance; while others tend to push us towards it. One of those people has pushed each citizen of Bitsy’s World over that brink of insanity. Friends, by definition, and these definitions cannot be found in a dictionary, are trustworthy, honest, reliable people.
Someone in Bitsy World has been expelled, excommunicated, and has "no more lines in this play." And there is no understudy position availible. Exit stage Left.
more to come about the TRUTH and the triflin' whore behind it all.
oh, and she failed the naturalization test miserably.
Friday, December 18, 2009
True Statement.
So here we go, I was told to do this by a friend. I thought I'd give it a try.
My life is pretty interesting, ups, downs, ins and outs.. The title of this blog, "I should have been a stripper", was stumbled upon while traveling home from Slice riding shotgun in a great friend's car, while listening to Lady Gaga, I sang out, "I should have been a stripper! By now I'd be living in Fiji, with tons of money and no worries. My body was bangin' in my 20s!! Why did I 'fall in love'?!"
Every epic moment, needs definitive epic food. So hang on I'm putting the brie in the oven..
OK, to begin, I was married for.. too long, have two incredible boys, that are totally different and unique in beautiful ways. I divorced my ex five or seven years ago...I choose to forget moments in my life that brought me no joy.
Since then, I've managed restaurants, got in a terrible auto accident, was in a wheelchair for three months, all while my kids were six and four years old. After that, it all went to shit and eventually led to divorce.
As it stands now, I am a single mom, gratefully living in a home my parents own. I live in a large neighborhood, which allows me many many good friends and acquaintances. By the way, I cook for a living, and occasionally breed my purebreds. If you choose to continue to read this blog, be warned. I have no filters, no reservations, and I speak the truth.
My life is pretty interesting, ups, downs, ins and outs.. The title of this blog, "I should have been a stripper", was stumbled upon while traveling home from Slice riding shotgun in a great friend's car, while listening to Lady Gaga, I sang out, "I should have been a stripper! By now I'd be living in Fiji, with tons of money and no worries. My body was bangin' in my 20s!! Why did I 'fall in love'?!"
Every epic moment, needs definitive epic food. So hang on I'm putting the brie in the oven..
OK, to begin, I was married for.. too long, have two incredible boys, that are totally different and unique in beautiful ways. I divorced my ex five or seven years ago...I choose to forget moments in my life that brought me no joy.
Since then, I've managed restaurants, got in a terrible auto accident, was in a wheelchair for three months, all while my kids were six and four years old. After that, it all went to shit and eventually led to divorce.
As it stands now, I am a single mom, gratefully living in a home my parents own. I live in a large neighborhood, which allows me many many good friends and acquaintances. By the way, I cook for a living, and occasionally breed my purebreds. If you choose to continue to read this blog, be warned. I have no filters, no reservations, and I speak the truth.
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