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Oh yeah, baby. July 7, 2006

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Hot damn it’s Friday July 7, 2006

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What a freakin’ week this has been. Not that it’s been bad, just long. Looooooooooong. Never ending. With not nearly enough dance. The studio was closed Monday and Tuesday for the holiday so that just left Wednesday and Thursday.

S is a good dancer for a male. He does his part very well, (which is to make us look feminine and fabulous)but he’s more damn moody than any woman and if he’s being all pissy, he’s a crappy instructor so Wednesday night class was shit. Last night we had T and she just loves to dance, loves it. You can see it when she talks and when she dances. And I love how she’ll catch your eye in the mirror and blow kisses or make a campy little face at ya.  She makes it fun, which is what it should be.

I have the opportunity to dance on Thursday nights at a Latino club. I wanna go sooooo bad I just can’t stand it but it’s from 11PM until. I have to be at work the next morning. Arrrrrggggh. The hubs will NOT go with me as bodyguard but I may ask my neighbor dude if he wants the job. He thinks I’m hot! 

Later peeps

What a day July 4, 2006

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Busy as the proverbial bee and actually got some shit done! Yeah, I love a day like that.

I woke daGirl up really really early this morning. 8:00!!! OMG. You would have thought the damn earth was gonna spin off it’s axis. She wanted to go to the local Asian market to get some Miso pastry and some ramune soda. It was closed. Bwah. But we did manage to get by the Hell-Mart and get some Pocky for her and some shit for me. What did I get????  Shit I can’t remember. Corn chips for the dip… elastic for a choli… whatever. doesn’t matter. I took her to Tar-jhay to get some bindis that she wanted. Then we stopped at the Beauty supply store to get a head for my wig, a wig cap and some rocking new falsies! Eyelashes dudes. Eyelashes. Do you think I’d buy tittie stickers with my kids around? Come on. I’m not that much of a hoochi mamma.  I came home and fixed myself a big ass 32 oz pina coloda.  Blended virgin so the kids could have their sugar rush and added a big ol splash of rum to mine. I need to hide that so daBoy doesn’t get into it. He joked that he was going to but I know how curious those teenagers can be. Hell I was one a long long long ass time ago. But I haven’t yet forgotten. For the record: that was me sitting in the bleachers during PE class drinking whiskey and coke, yes it was.  Let’s see after that I committed murder to a bunch of little pissants that think they can take over my house, did a little dancing, and crafted anew dance skirt/belt. It’s rockin’!  Except the skirt that i want to wear it with now is falling off my damn hips.  Not that I’m complaining mind you but I don’t want to be dancing along and have my skirt around my ankles.  My body’s not good enough that I’d get really good tips if that happened! In fact the only tip I’d probably get a “hey bitch, put your clothes back on.”

I’m off to the shower. Anyone want to join me? I’ve got some reading to do and need to wake up and hit the gym tomorrow.  Tomorrow’s schedule: Gym/Work/Dance/Sleep

Happy 4th Ya’ll July 4, 2006

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Respect the Flag

When you see the Stars and Stripes displayed, son, stand up and take off your hat. Somebody may titter. It is in the blood of some to deride all expression of noble sentiment. You may blaspheme in the street and stagger drunken in public places, and the bystanders will not pay much attention to you; but if you should get down on your knees and pray to Almighty God, or if you should stand bareheaded while a company of old soldiers marches by with flags to the breeze, some people will think you are showing off.

But don’t you mind! When Old Glory comes along, salute, and let them think what they please! When you hear the band play “The Star-Spangled Banner” while you are in a restaurant or hotel dining room, get up even if you rise alone; stand there and don’t be ashamed of it, either!

For of all the signs and symbols since the world began there is none other so full of meaning as the flag of this country. That piece of red, white and blue bunting means five thousand years of struggle upward. It is the full-grown flower of ages of fighting for liberty. It is the century plant of human hope in bloom.

Your flag stands for humanity, for an equal opportunity to all the sons of men. Of course we haven’t arrived yet at that goal; there are many injustices yet among us, many senseless and cruel customs of the past still clinging to us, but the only hope of righting the wrongs of men lies in the feeling produced in our bosoms by the sight of that flag.

Other flags mean a glorious past, this flag a glorious future. It is not so much the flag of our fathers as it is the flag of our children, and of all children’s children yet unborn. It is the flag of tomorrow. It is the signal of the “Good Time Coming.” It is not the flag of your king—it is the flag of yourself and of all your neighbors.

Don’t be ashamed when your throat chokes and the tears come, as you see it flying from the masts of our ships on all the seas or floating from every Flagstaff of the Republic. You will never have a worthier emotion. Reverence it as you would reverence the signature of the Deity.

Listen, son! The band is playing the national anthem—”The Star-Spangled Banner!” They have let loose Old Glory yonder. Stand up—and others will stand with you.

This tribute to the flag is offered to the country in appeal to all men and women of all races, colors and tongues, that they may come to understand that our flag is the symbol of liberty and learn to love it.


Past National Commander, The American Legion.

Nearly Busted July 3, 2006

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Gawd i wish that was busty. Oh wait, I am nearly busty… you just can’t tell cause I’ve got too much waist!

Just nearly got busted by the dear sweet husband. I’m trying to keep this my space without him reading, cause… good lord in the sky he questions everydamnfuckingthing I say.

The tat is itching like freaking crazy. Just like a sunburn. I swear. And I can’t scratch. AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH.

I had to go shopping after work. Lord have mercy, ya’ll. Don’t ever. EVER with a big ol capital E, let me do that again. I bought so much shit I didn’t need. Let’s start with a pair of boxers for me to roam around the house in, a sleep mask, new false eyelashes, reusable body bindis (you know those little jewel stick-on things), cake, pie, pina coloda mix, rum, a new ear piece for my cell phone, food that we didn’t need. I did stupid shit like bought stuff for strawberry shortcake which is good, really really good but I forgot the fucking whipped cream. How am I supposed to be uh, eata strawberry shortcake without the whipped cream? And I picked up a tub of that delicious seven layer Mexi-dip from the deli but forgot the damn corn chips. I guess we could eat it on the angel food cake… nah, even I won’t drink enough rum for that.

Ya’ll have a fantabulous 4th. Drink a beer and eat a dog for me. Make your own fireworks and name the baby Sparkler.

Sunday July 2, 2006

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Hey ya’ll,

I’m sitting here in front of the ‘puter listening to Program 71 of RadioBastet. All vintage bellydance music, all the time. Marissa does a fabulous job. Go visit at www.radiobastet.com if you’re interested.

DH and the son are outside in the heat building a fence. We’re putting a shadow box style fence across the front of the yard and then the sides will be garden wire. It’s cheap and will still keep the dog in the yard and look good from the road. The west side of our lot is against an overgrown empty lot so once the fence is finished I’ll be able to lay out in the buff! Yah!

Not a whole lot going on. I’ve got to do some laundry. I have to work tomorrow 😦 So that means laundry today. God I hate f’king housework.

For some wierd reason my navel piercing is infected. I’ve had the thing for 6 months now. How the hell did this happen? It’s oozing and bleeding and hurts! Damn. That’s gonna put a crimp in the sexing.

Not that I’ve been in the mood lately anyway. Since Wednesday’s two-fer I just haven’t been all that horny. I think it’s PMS. It always screws up my libido. The anti-depressants don’t help any either.

I’m off… to go put clothes in the dryer. I’ll let you know if I get lucky. I know you’re just dying to find out.

Body Image July 2, 2006

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Your Body Image is 24% Unhealthy, 76% Healthy
You’re body image is quite healthy, though you’re sometimes a little bit too hard on yourself. Chances are you’ve got a rockin’ body – so enjoy it!

How’s Your Body Image?

I did it. July 1, 2006

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heart-and-fireflies-003.jpgIt only took about 30 minutes to have it done. I knew if I ever walked in the studio I would get it. Bear has a very dry sense of humor. It was great.

Everyone says it hurts get a tat. What they don’t tell you is that it’s not a “needle” pain. It’s a burning pain. Like getting rug burn on your knees or butt or elbow. I know you’ve had a rug burn or two, don’t even try to deny it. About an hour or so later it just felt like a bad sunburn. Not bad at all.