The dark need no longer cause you fear For a thousand nights I’ll keep you near
Protected and tight, holding you secretly safe
Hoping your longing and want never abate
-ST
11.28.2006
11.24.2006
New Tattoo Idea
Ok, I think I know what my next tattoo is going to be. I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I have decided to get all of my babies thumbprints tattooed on either my arm or back. I don't imagine it costing much more than 65 bucks or so-meaning I can hopefully get it done soon. I hope everyone had a enjoyable Thanksgiving, and spent meaningful time with people you love. I certainly did. Goodnight.
11.20.2006
11.15.2006
To my Cyber Stalker:
Dear "Anonymous" poster and your band of Merry Men,
I have designed for you a handy warning sticker for those that come in contact with you in the future. Please print this post out, cut out the picture shown above, and super glue to your forehead. It will save the rest of us valuable time when trying to figure out what abomination of life we happen to have stumbled upon.
Hugs and Kisses,
Queen Annie
Wheeee...look at me.
My new hair cut...yes I did it myself. (Notice the extreeeemely uneven bangs, hehe.)
11.11.2006
11.07.2006
More Adventures with Cowboy Dan
I would say that I can't believe it, but that would be silly...
Sunday, around lunchtime, I took the kids out to get some Chinese food for lunch. When we returned home, I found out my apartment key had fallen off my keychain. I tried calling my neighbor to see if we could hang at her house until it was time to take the kids to Cowboy, but she wasn't home. Thinking for one moment that the Cowboy would be able to be cival for once, I called him up to tell him what had happened. The minute he answeres the phone, he goes into jackhole mode, and attempts to verbally beat me down like always. I asked if there was anyone available at his house, and he said yes. I asked him if there were any way I could drop the kids off early that afternoon because we were locked out of the house. The Cowboy, in true Cowboy fashion, said no I could not. That someone was there at the house, but that didn't mean they were available to me. I told him that was fine, I guess the children and I could just sit outside in the cold and eat our Chinese food for the next 4 hours-until it was 5pm, and "time" for them to be with him. He then went into a barrage of insults, calling me a loser, and taunting me. He said that I could bring them over, but continued to insult me, and finally I just hung up. It was apparent to me that he had absolutely NO desire to help the kids and I out, nor see them before his "scheduled time" appointed for. What is most disturbing to me about the whole thing is that he knew how cold it was outside, he knew the kids didn't have appropriate clothing on to stay out that long in the cold, and he also knew it was their nap time. With complete disregard to the kids, and how the accidental circumstances would have negatively affected them/their well being, he decided to take the opportunity to verbally trash me, intimidate me, taunt me, and hatefully make fun of me instead of putting his SICK AGENDA aside for a moment to have some compassion for the kids. Both the Cowboy, those friendly to his deceitful cause, and his family need to be publicly castrated and stoned. But that's just my opinion-of course.
God, if you can hear me, please curse his twigs and berries with a nasty case of Chiggers. Amen.
11.04.2006
Confirmation of my suspicion that toddlers are much like geriatric stoners...
I cracked open my eyes at roughly 6am this morning to the site of two, big, brown eyes peering back at me. "Mommy...I want tacos...", Rosie said with a little too much authority. This was quickly followed with another typical toddler morning announcement: "Mommy...I have poops."
Happy Saturday.
11.02.2006
Rosie
Mommy's accomplice in crime... Dear Anonymous poster,
I'll post your comments when you stop being a coward and post with an actual identity. I think the blogging community would appreciate knowing who is accusing them of "having no life", pedaphilia, disregard for anyone they post photographs of, ignorance of internet crime, and the general lack of creativity in the blogging medium. What makes all of this even more ridiculous is the fact that you've found the time to read and comment on blogs. Does that mean you're included in all of the above as well by proxie? You have the IQ of a spitball. Seriously.
Untitled III
He says I am nothing
truth be told
I am the ground beneath his feet
I wonder what he'd say
if I swallowed him up
if I turned upside down
if I grew fields of poppies
created nature
fed the creatures
I am the ground beneath his feet
truth be told
he is nothing.
