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1. You are in court. You are in deep doo-doo. What did you do?

I probably took revenge on my sisters husband for breaking her jaw and nearly killing her. I don't think I should give details.....


2. Your blog just became a best-selling book .What is the title of the book?

From the Depths


3. It is midnight. The phone rings. It is Michael Jackson calling from the Great Beyond. What would you like to ask him?

I'd like to ask him why he was so dissatisfied with his life. But I would probably ask him why the hell he was calling me?

4. You are having your future told. The fortune teller looks in the crystal ball, screams and leaves the room in fright.
What did she see?

My "go to bed" dance.... ROFLMAO!

5. You're blogging along minding your own blusiness (that's blog + oh...you know) when Google unexpectedly puts a Objectionable Content Warning on your blog. Your own mother is afraid to enter! What, pray tell, did you do to warrant it? How did this happen?Just how objectionable can you be? Do tell.

I've posted a photo of what John McCain and Sarah Palin really did on the campaign trail.

6. You suddenly become God Of The Universe. What would your first Commandment be?

Thou shalt get along DAMMIT!


7. And finally, what secret would you like to tell the Queen?

Pencil skirts are HOT!

SHE SPEAKS!!!!!

MY MUSE!!!! She is back after a long, long hiatus. I don't know if I will be posting anything for a while, but I will try and update on my progress.

I am excited about this new voice. I think it's going to be wonderful if I can manage to rein in my thoughts.

Wish me luck!!

Peace!

.....feelin sad.....

Today is a hot sunny day (for the moment). The perfect kind of day that Nemesis would've loved. She would lay out in the sun and show her belly to the world. They say that's a sign that they feel safe and loved. I always wondered how she could stand that heat on her. She would just get this little grin on her face like she was in heaven! It was the best thing in the world...

I would rub that belly all the time. She HATED it....lol.... she would make these squeeky noises to get me to stop and swat at my hands. She came into my life when Katrina did, along with her older sister Midnite. I only hoped that they would get to know me and like me. I didn't realize how much I would come to love them.

(MIDNITE - 20yrs old) (Callisto kitty -9 and Lana Mojo - 4)

They miss their sister. I miss her. I feel so sad....and hope we did the right thing by her.

Today is a sad Day....

Nemesis Jaymes Valentino..... 6/99 - 6/20/2009

Our sweet girl had to leave us today. Her liver just gave out on her. She had such an interesting personality. Loved catnip and playing with her brother bunny Ashton. They are together now playing.

Making the decision to let her go was probably one of the hardest things we've ever had to do. I loathe having to do it again soon.

She was loved alot and will be very sorely missed....

~~STRANGE~~

So, sometimes I have these really violent thought, visions, fantasies? I think about what I would do if someone broke into my home to terrorize and harm my family. I imagine myself disarming them and beating the living hell out of them.

I imagine every single detail. It comforts me somehow. Imagining how I would react. Hoping it's how I would react. I would want them to be in pain and to suffer for trying to hurt me and my family. I have no sympathy for people who do these sorts of things.

I should probably state, I am NOT a violent person by nature. Not even a little bit. I have a notoriously loooong fuse. But I do go bananas at the end of that fuse. For example...

When I was in elementary school, (I must have been 10 or 11). I would wait for my older brother after school on the benches. This kid, his name was Chris Huff. Yes, I still remember it. He would ride by on his bicycle and throw things at me. I never did anything about it, until this day.... I was waiting for my brother and sure enough here comes Chris. He throws a football right at my head. I just kick it out of my way, turn the other cheek and all. I'm a lover not a fighter ya know? He has the nerve to pick it up and come at me again! This time I pick up the ball and kick it WAY out into the P.E. field. This only pisses him off, because he apparently wants to fight me or something.

The third time I see him coming, I just can't take it anymore. I wait for just the right second and jump up and tackle him off his bike. "STOP throwing things at me!" I growled at him pinned beneath me.

He NEVER, EVER bothered me again. Not until High School when he asked me for a pen. It was pretty funny.

I just don't like conflict, but it sure feels nice to think about all those bullies whose asses I would kick. I am a sucker for the underdogs and the ones no one ever talks too.....

Now, where'd I put my cape?! YAR!! HAHA

Lezzie Ponderings.....maybe you can help....

Ok, so lately I have been having ramblings in my head. This is my attempt to clear them away and maybe have a little fun. Those of you who follow my blog...(hardy har...) sort of know that I ramble and sort through things oddly. Tonight's task is to sort through some ideas. Go with me....ok?? Ok.

1. Who was your first girl crush?
My first girl crush was one of my pastors daughters. I remember telling my mom about it. Telling her I thought I was in love. She convinced me that it was just a deep friendship and admiration. I WANTED to believe my mom. I didn't want to "love" this girl. It was sooo wrong. Little did I know.

2. Did you ever tell yourself lies to deny who you really were?
Yes, I did. I think I still kind of do. lol. I would tell myself that we were just really good friends, and that this is what "girlfriends did. You know, touching each others hair and that sort of thing. I had NO idea how to act around girls. I didn't want to look at them too long for fear that they would THINK I was looking at them. ie: the locker room at school. I was totally oblivious.

3. Straight girls....what's the deal?
Ok seriously? What is the deal with crushing on straight girls? I mean, heck ya I totally have crushes on straight girls. The problem is when they flirt back. I am in a committed, happy relationship and my honey totally gets that I am a giant flirt. Also she is really cool with my best friend which rocks because my best friend is my straight girl crush! lol....yea she knows it too and thinks it's funny.

4. Am I the only one that thinks lesbians are super-sensitive and kinda hypocritical?
This one has been bugging me for a few days, only because of some of the stuff I've read on AfterEllen re: Meagan Fox. Good LORD! It's ok for us to totally drool over her, but when she says something honest about who she is/was they jump all over her. Feel free to peruse the article on their website. Up-in-arms over the stereotype that they perpetuate. UGH! It's soo frustrating. I am just wondering when we started taking ourselves so seriously? Honestly? I just want to be able to hold hands with my girlfriend and not get crazy looks or worry about getting beat up. Ya know?

I'm rambling now....sorry. Feel free to post your answers in the comments. I really, really, would LOVE to hear some of your stories. My brain is trying to get things in order.

Peace ya'll!

It's been awhile....

I know, it's been terrible. I haven't been around much lately. We moved last week to a new apartment out of the "ghetto". It's been a HUGE adjustment for me. Agorophobes usually NEVER move, but I toughed it out and here I am getting settled.

We love the new place and so does Lana Mojo (the dog). One of our kitties turned yellow though so we are a bit concerned and treating her as best we can. I hope to get back to my creativity soon. Thanks for checking in!

Peace ya'll!

......Tragic.....

The light began to fade as she felt his hands tighten around her neck. She could hear herself begging him to let her live. Her son cried in the other room, giving her strength to hold on. One more second, one more minute...please let me live....she begged. Let me check on the baby please....

Her voice was faint, blood choking her throat. Her nose broken she couldn't breathe. He picked her up and locked her in the bathroom. "Clean your face, i don't want you scaring the baby."

She pulled herself to her feet. Tried to stop the bleeding, her jaw distorted in the mirror. "I have to go to the hospital." He told her to deal with it.

Desperate not to die she told him that if he didn't take her to the hospital he was going to jail for murder. She said she would tell them that she "fell". He made her promise as he drove her to the hospital and shoved her out of the car at the emergency room door. She told the nurse that she fell. The nurse called, bullshit and notified the police.

The police came and arrested him in his car in the parking lot. He cried like a fucking bitch not to take him to jail. Meanwhile, she was trying to stay alive. Her mother rushing to the hospital to see her broken daughter. Stitches, bruising around her throat, broken ribs, broken jaw, missing teeth. Her beautiful face destroyed because of him.

I can't help but feel anger. I can't help thinking about what would be different if she had a decent father growing up. If she didn't need their approval. If she didn't feel like she deserved this, somehow. I am baffled as she struggles still. Trying to find her way. Trying to make a life for herself. To get her children back. My heart is broken for her and I don't know what to do.

She is stronger than she knows, she is loved more than she can imagine. She does not love herself. She doesn't know how. She knows how to get what she needs from them, and still the pain never really fades. She is an empty body, her spirit broken and defiled....

Where oh Where has my little brain gone?

I missed St. Patty's day totally. My mom came into town, to take care of her dearest friend who had a double mastectomy. She's such a trooper and is doing so well. We are trying to get out of this dreary place we live. So much going on in my head.

i have been trying to catch up with my blog friends and can't seem to get it together.

My mom is soo funny, we went out for ice cream and the girl behind the counter didn't believe that we were mother and daughter. She thought we were just friends. My mom is going to be 60 this year. She sure got a kick out of that!

I had a great day with my niece and nephew at the park. They were so much fun. It's a little chaotic around here, I hope to get creative soon.

I am venting right now....

This is what it says about HIM on his Myspace page......:

About me:I live my life with pride n respect. Its str8 up all bout the golden rule for damn sure. Im a single dad with 2 of the most beautiful n greatest kids n the world. I keep it 100% real 24/7 n if u cant keep it 100 too then u on the wrong page. But for those of u who can...much luv n respect n welcome to my page.

It makes me gag. It makes me want to choke the life out of him. I am not a violent person. I am not a hateful or evil person. This guy is EVERYTHING that I hate. He is pure evil and he doesn't deserve the freedom he has. This is the man who demoralized my sister so deeply that she felt that she deserved to be beaten nearly to death. He played every one of her insecurities and convinced her she was worthless. She was forced to runaway. when she finally got the courage to do so, he convinced her to come back, that he'd changed. When she sent the police away, he broke her jaw, and her nose, and proceeded to choke her. Their young son was in the other room listening to the horror.

He's an animal, and my sister for some reason dropped the charges on him. She let him live. She let him continue to breathe and suck the life out of everyone around him. she finally left the state. She had to leave her son. She had nothing. He continues to act as if HE is the motherfuckin victim. He refuses to let my family see my nephew. He threatens to get a restraining order against my mother if she sends letters or cards to her GRANDSON!

He is such a piece of fuckin shit!! I am soo angry. I don't know what to do with the anger. It eats away at my spirit. I want him to suffer the way that he makes everyone else suffer. I worry about my sweet nephew who is subject to his fathers mood swings. I don't know what to do. There's really nothing I can do. I can scream and yell and vent. I can be upset, but it doesn't get me anywhere and it doesn't hurt anyone but me.

Where do you put this kind of thing? How do you compartmentalize it? I know I will never get past this. Sometimes it leaves me alone and then days like today when my mom calls me and tells me that she sent her grandson a valentine (because she loves him), she gets threatened with a restraining order. UGH! It's soo frustrating and annoying and I wish I could just cuss his ass out, but it would just be worse for my sister. He would take it out on her.

My only hope is that my sister gets her shit together and gets he son back. Then finally sends his pussy ass to jail.

I'm sorry for so much cussin but sometimes it just feels right...

Thanks ya'll!

Misc Doodles I forgot to post...

Stuff that comes out of my head...

Coloring with my sister....

The top one is my sisters and the bottom one is mine. We had a nice time doodling together. She's so talented. I wish she was well.......

Enjoy!

Fear and Self-loathing in S.FLA!

The panic monster attacks without warning, and with no remorse. He climbs into my head and devours any self-esteem I've managed to grasp onto. He pokes and prods all my issues until I can't ignore them. He squeezes and tears and rips apart my soul. He makes me cry, and doubt myself. He thinks he can win.

He will never win, I won't let him. I find ways to fight back. It's hard, but I fight. It hurts, but I fight. My friends bring shields and fight the monster with me. I feel ashamed that they even have to, but they understand. They love me no matter what.

I am loved, I am blessed, I will persevere!

Colorful Rambles

Too big for me to scan, 16X20 art board markers, watercolor crayons and pencil....fun fun!

Ashamed to Admit........

This CRACKS ME UP!!!

Random inspirations.....

I remember looking out my window as the storm pounded the roof. I remember thinking that the rain used to hold such promise for me. A promise of hope, of new beginnings and fresh starts. I watched as the water lashed at my windows and saw headlights turn the corner and slow.

My heart fluttered in my chest when the car pulled into my driveway. My hands were shaking, and it seemed the rest of me was paralyzed. The car door opened to reveal her, the one person I could always count on.

Blondish brown hair hung in her eyes. I watched her stand beside her car, waiting...for me. She wore a pair of red converse, black slacks, with a white button down shirt. Somehow she didn't notice the rain that drenched her. She just stood there smiling, knowing I had seen her through my window.

I rushed outside to greet her.

Only then did she move towards me.

"It's storming." She said. "I'm wearing my best shoes." Her quirky smile nearly made me melt.

I looked down at myself and gestured, "I am NOT wearing my best shoes." I turned and ran back into the house, put on my purple converse and ran back outside.

"That's better." She grinned and took my hand. "Let's dance."

I flung my arms around her neck and pulled her to me. "I will dance with you anytime, anywhere. With my best shoes on unashamed."

I didn't care if the neighbors were watching, it didn't matter if the world could see us. All that mattered was that she was there as she always promised. The music played as we laughed and danced......

Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick!
The one that makes me scream she said,
the one that makes me laugh she said,
and threw her arms around my neck.....

---The Cure

Tree Love

I am loving these trees....it's a phase...I don't know and I don't care...I'm having fun.

Enjoy!

Pencils, Charcoal and chalk....wheeee!!!

All We Need Is......

So, instead of stressing out about how to make my pictures perfect.....I decided to just make the pictures that make me happy. Art is all about how it makes you feel anyway. I hope you enjoy!

Pencils, chalk and markers....

Peace!

Beautiful Roots

I am so excited to be feeling creative again.....Yahoo!

enjoy!

Watercolor pencils and sharpie markers

So Precious!

Gay music and video from NewNowNext.com

Thank you so much Ms. Snarker

Christmas?

Christmas is totally my favorite time of year. Full of promises and joy. Christmas music, family, friends and lots and lots of cookies.. lol.

Yea it's my favorite time of year.

Most of my family this year is up in Arkansas with my mom and grandma. We couldn't afford to go this year, what with all this Bush fun flyin around... I think we are all feeling the pinch.

I call up there a couple of times a day just to hear all the noise in the background. My brothers and sisters, and nieces and nephews. I miss them so much. My dad is here but... well we all know how that goes. We will be going down to my Aunts house in Miami. I love her, but the rest of the family I never really fit in with.

Christmas spirit makes all things bearable I guess.

I hope you all have a peaceful and blessed holiday this year. I hope you are with the ones you love, or if you can't be, at least enjoy the ones you are with.

My prayers remain, for peace and understanding for all.

PEACE ya'll!
Frannie!

Gotta love that Hahn!!! lol

Your rainbow is shaded violet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What is says about you: You are a creative person. You appreciate beauty and craftsmanship. You are patient and will keep trying to understand something until you've mastered it.

Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.

Blatantly stolen from sexy Hahn at Home.!!

***Dreams Rule***

I watched them huddled together, and smiling. She did her hair twist and leaned closer to him. I grinned watching her weave her web, I had seen it so many times. Looking into his eyes, touching his leg. Her smile was disarming. I walked past them in the other direction, heading to my peaceful place in the sun.

I heard my name on the wind as I walked by. I smiled knowing that she was telling him about me. There was no new relationship without the explanation of our friendship. How do you explain something like that? The closeness? The need to talk, touch, be around each other?

My pillow filled tent was a welcome site, crawling in, I flopped on the overstuffed lumps of comfort. Opening the book I had been reading, I rolled onto my stomach and picked up where I left off.

"Can I come in?" a face at the door.

"Of course you can." I barely looked up. She always did this. "Wasn't your type?" I knew why she was here, I just don't think she did.

"I realized something." She said as she sat in front of me.

"Hmm? What's that?" I said, pretending to be uninterested.

"Well, I kept talking about you and I don't think he liked it. I realized that I didn't care if he liked it. I love you and if he can't understand that, he can't ever understand me."

"Cool." I felt butterflies in my belly. This wasn't unusual.

She moved closer to me, leaning forward as she spoke, "I know it's not much." I could feel her breath on my face now. "But, I wanted to try this..."

Soft, her lips were so soft. I was paralyzed with shock. It was tender and gentle. I lost myself in the moment. I kissed her back, and felt her smile against my mouth. It was slow and delibrate and I knew it meant something to both of us..........

DAMMIT!!! Sometimes the alarm clock really has bad timing!!!! lol

Peace ya'll!

Stop the Hate....

See more Jack Black videos at Funny or Die

Turkey Coma

Wow, we actually went up to my father's for Thanksgiving. Not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. My brother and his wife and kids were there. That was the biggest reason we went.

I hope you all enjoyed your day of Thanks and were aware of all the things we have to be thankful for.

Good news is, I didn't over eat!! YAHOO!! lol

I'm working on a sketch that is taking me some time. I hope to have it posted in the next couple of days!

Thanks for checking in!@

Peace ya'll!

EVIL personified!

Ok, I don't much talk about my "diet" or "lifestyle" change here. I get too frustrated. But I figured if I shared some of my hardships regarding this, maybe I could get some insight. I am addicted to these frickin atrocities. Burger King has added my kryptonite to their menu. Cheesy Tots. They are exactly what they sound like. Tator tots, with cheese in them, deep fried. Pure unadulterated EVIL.

I cannot seem to resist them, I crave them at all hours of the day, breakfast, lunch, dinner...it does not matter. They are a calorie nightmare and I need an antidote. lol. Do ya'll have anything like this in your life? Healthy or otherwise? Any suggestions for getting off of this cheesy rollercoaster that I'm on?

UPDATE:: Nieces and Nephews.....

GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY!!!

My little brother just called me today to let me know that they were pregnant with number 5. Holy Crapoly!

I can't keep track of all these kids. Too funny. My mom is so excited, this makes #12 grandkids for her. I'm excited for them too, I hope it's a girl for my niece Hannah!

Peace ya'll! I just HAD to share.

Court Drawings.....

Lately, I've been drawing with pastels on the tennis courts by my apartment....something to leave for the kids. Beautify the place a little. Brighten it up ya know? It washes away easily.....but for some reason it makes me happy to get out of the house and lost in my coloring...

I have been working hard to continue the good progress I've made with my agorophobia. I've done some driving the past few days as well, since Trink injured her ankle. I'm happy about it and think I can hold onto the feeling of accomplishment!

Enjoy!

Peace ya'll!

Nieces and Nephews and kids OH MY!

WOW!!! So, today I found out that my youngest step-sister is preggers. I can't believe it! I can't even keep track of all of them so I am making a list in age order.....ready???

Daemon - 8 (Gina's) Lil Sister
Caleb - 8 (Todd's) Lil Bro
Victorija - 6 (Gina's) Lil Sis
Hannah - 6 (Todd's) Lil Bro
Natasha - 6 (Gordon's) Big Bro
Zachary - 4 (Jasons) Bro in law
Joshua - 4 (Todd's) Lil Bro
Jacob - 3 (Todd's) Lil Bro
Angel - 3 (Gina's) Lil Sis
Tyler - 2 (Jason's) Bro in law
Noah - 2 (Todd's) Lil Bro
Shaelyn - 1 (Heather's) Oldest step sister
????? - (Chelsea's due in June) Lil Step sis

OY to the VEY!!! Too many to keep track of!! that's just Immediate family!!! Not counting all my friends kids!! Sheesh! Now if only I could remember their birthdays.....lol

Thought you guys might get a kick out that....

Peace ya'll!!!

Random Sketches.....

Just some doodles I've been practicing with...... trying to improve my perspective and technique. Eh....I think they are ok....sort of!! lol

Don't forget to VOTE tomorrow!!!!!

Peace ya'll!!

Open-hearted Sadness.....

It's been a sad couple of days around here for me...... let's see if I can explain. .....

I live in a neighborhood that some would think of as "unsafe". I have lived here in my apartment for almost 12 years now. I have watched as people have come and gone, and the lack of care that goes into this place.

Well, a couple of years ago, after Hurricane Wilma ( I think) three adult siblings moved in next door. They lost there home in the storm. We became friends instantly. They were super nice people, and it was nice to have neighbors that I could talk to. We would see them a couple of times a week and often would stand outside talking after they got home from work. We looked out for each other.

My disability, makes it hard for me to be social on most occasions. Brenda, Donna, and Bruce were really easy to talk to though. They always had a smile for me and Lana (my dog) anytime they saw us. It gave me a sense of home, and goodness in the world. Not everyone was mean and nasty ya know?

Wednesday morning, Brenda knocks on my door.... and tells me that her sister Donna passed away that morning. It shocked me to my core. I had just seen her on Monday. We were standing outside like usual, chatting away. No indication that anything was wrong. It scared the crap out of me. Donna was 52 years old. She was so funny and sweet. My heart broke for her family, her siblings and the trauma that her sister Brenda must have been going through trying to save her.

I'm a fairly compassionate person. I didn't know what to do. I wrapped my arms around Brenda and assured her that we would pray for her family, to help them through this time. I offered whatever we had for comfort...(which is not a lot). They don't know what happened, they are still in shock.

After Brenda left, I had a panic attack...full blown. My fear of being alone, and dying, rushing to the fore of my mind.... Sucks having this wacky disabilty. I hope that I can be a good friend to Brenda and Bruce during this time. I told them they were welcome in my home just to sit and talk anytime they wanted. I feel for them so much. It's a sad thing.

What I noticed though is our other neighbors..... Richie, the firefighter on the 2nd floor hadx heard the 911 call on his radio as he was leaving for work. He felt awful too. The paramedics were already here, there was nothing they or he could do. I am surrounded by people with families, with lives and all of their own things going on. I'm amazed at the compassion that is expressed from relative strangers.

Sometimes people aren't so bad. Sometimes they suprise you. I have been sad, but glad that I am able to share some kindness with people going through a tragedy. Or just in need of a hug.

It's opened my eyes, a bit more to the world at large. Appreciate the people in your life, tell them everyday how much you care for them. You never know when it's just what someone needs to hear......

Thank you guys for checking in here. I know I'm not too consistent...(I have issues! lol) but I really enjoy hearing from those of you who stop by. If you do, just drop me a note....it's cool.

Take care on this Halloween! Be safe.....

Peace!

Prayerful Chillin

Just stretchin my creative muscles. I hope you all are well. Make sure you remember to vote! Whomever you vote for, just make sure to use your right to do it!

Peace ya'll!!

Blow Me a Kiss

Random Sketch

UGH!!

Ok, so sometimes I just wakeup on the wrong side of life. My hair sticks up in all directions, I feel empty inside and my feet just don't want to cooperate. What's up with that? Seriously?

Lately I've been feeling like the neighborhood watchdog. I've turned into my old lady neighbor from 25 years ago. Eyeballin the kids hanging around in the stairwell, break stuff in the building. It's frustrating for me. I've lived her nearly 12 years and I've watched this place just go to shit.

I'm annoyed because I can't work, because of my stupid "problem". It doesn't seem to get better as quickly as I want it to. My brain does loops around the airport with no apparent landing pattern. I try to follow my train of thought, but manage to always jump the tracks. My creativity is stifled and my girl is the best thing on the PLANET. I worry that she won't always be happy with me being the housewife. It's so hard on her. We've got too many bills and not enough money ya know?

I'm babbling I know, it's one of my coping skills. Stream of consciousness writing.

I wanted to try and sketch again but I put too much pressure on myself for it to be perfect. I want to paint, but can't seem to get the brush to work in my hand. I need to focus but..... damn...I get so distracted by the oddest things.

I miss reading the blogs that I follow and try to catch up. I go outside and my dog is happy but she's hot and confused by my lack of enthusiasm. Sure, it could be the "female" troubles, it seems to always be worse around that time. I feel like I disappoint everyone and yet they still love me for some reason.

UGH!! Patooey....just getting stuff out of my head......I can't believe you made it this far. Thanks for listening...there's a special doodle in the mail for ya if you send me your snailmail addy!!

Peace ya'll!