i'm the queen of trash!!!

jaron loves the movie "elmo in grouchland", and whenever the scene with vanessa williams comes on he points to the tv and says "mommy".. i don't know if he means i look like her, or if i'm like her.. she's the queen of trash. ha!!

where is my brain?

i am helping host a baby shower for my friend jennifer. i am in charge of the cake, and balloons. i probably shouldn't be in charge of anything... yesterday i was running around town frantic trying to find something to wear to this baby shower as i think that my black party dress might not cut it.. so, i found something, i've ordered the cake to be picked up today.. i have arranged for a baby sitter.. and then, i call her mother to see if they need anything else.. well.. as it turns out, the shower is tomorrow... yes, i am hosting this event and i don't even know what day it's on.

dallas is gross

i just got back from dallas. i went with my mom and jaron to help babysit my 9 month-old nephew while my brother and his wife went out of town. they live in the suburbs. ugh. every single house looked the same, it's like the contractor asked...would you like small, medium, or large .. and brick? what color? gray, dark gray, red, or tan? ok.. they are really expensive houses... but, i honestly couldn't tell which street was which there. it's just not for me. i loathe dallas. i want to move to austin and live in the "bad" part of town. i want a house that has a history and character. i want an eclectic mix of people around me. i want to be close to downtown. why do people think that is so strange, when i think of the other as so strange. anyway, it all reminded me of a scene in edward scissorhands, when all the cars leave their houses in order and all the houses look the same, just different color schemes. oh, and i love my nephew, but.. watching 2 kids... ugh.. how do people do this? by the end of day one i wanted to rip my hair out.

not him...

how could they kick malan off of project runway? i actually thought he might win. oh well.. i guess i was way off. last night, i told india, well.. that's it, i'm not watching this show anymore. but, we know i will. i'm addicted to it.
i'm going out of town for a few days. auf wiedersehen!

5 things...

i've been tagged by meg to do this meme. (why do they call it that???)(does anyone know?)
Five things in my closet:
1)every single purse i've pretty much ever owned. i have a hard time parting with them.
2)barbies, i collect them. so, i've run out of room and store some of my not-so-favorites in there.
3)old records! blondie, every single go-go's, culture club, hall and oats?? ok.. remember it was the early 80's and i was young and stupid.
4)a box of pictures that are blurry, ugly, duplicates, of people i don't know/remember. i just can't throw out photographs of people. i feel weird doing it. so i keep them. all of them. blurry or not.
5)leather pants. i used to wear them when i lived in la. they aren't really for texas.. but i keep them. i don't know why.
Five things in my fridge:
1. hot sauce. the hotter the better.
2. fresh cantelope and strawberries (it's been my breakfast for a couple of weeks now)
3. 2 packages of feta cheese because i forgot i had some and bought more.
4. sugar-free syrup. it's not that great
5. no left-overs, because i hate cooking. and it's too hot to cook right now anyway.
Five things in my car:
1. Trash. I really, really need to clean it out. (ditto meg!)
2. the centers off of 2 of my hubcaps. they keep falling off.
3. probably 5 years worth of insurance cards. i just keep adding the new one to the old ones.
4. jack skellington from a nightmare before christmas hanging from my rearview (yes, i know how old i am..)
5. an airfreshener that says cute but psycho: things even out. (a gift from a friend) ha!
Five things in my purse:
1. make-up.. i won't go anywhere without it.
2. my camera
3. flask of whiskey (you never know when you'll need it) /kidding/or am i?
4. anti-bacterial hand gel (yes, i am a huge germ-a-phobe)
5. my stupid cell phone that i have to charge every single day.
and i'm not tagging anyone. but if you want to do it (and india, i know you do) (haha)
be my guest.

a poem from long ago

Pennsylvania

in a forest of flowers
blowing right in my face
i don't think i have the strength
to leave this place
banana cream pies
to avert my eyes
from the beauty of hatred
so far away from the movie screen
yet i keep checking my life
to see if i still mean
something to him

april 1999 by mindy and india

are people just insane?

i just read this on one of my gossip blogs and i just can't believe that there are people who discipline their children this way. i read a few pages of this "book" by lisa whelchel online and i had to click away. i can't even read anymore. please don't buy this book. of course, why would you. you are smarter than that. oh yeah, it has been approved by the "focus on the family" morons. dr. james dobson (the head of this cult) is pure evil. my pediatrician once tried to give me a brochure on how to discipline my child by him. i read it and was disgusted. i guess to each his own, but i just don't understand how people can spank their children. it all stems from anger, just walk away.

i'm a lucky girl

i have the best husband ever!!

what an idiot...

the other day at a very small restaurant, the following was overheard: (yeah, i was eavesdropping ..so?) “this is very important, i need to have a serious talk with you, and i need for you to pay attention. do you understand?” (all in a very stern, angry tone) i looked behind me and saw this idiot talking like this to a 3 year-old! it was him, his wife, her elderly mother, 2 children, one an infant, the other, the 3 year old. (if she was even 3, she may have been 2) the two kids were of asian descent and I guess they had been adopted by the idiot and his wife. Poor children. he goes on.., “i need for you not to cry out in the middle of the night, as it is quite disturbing. rather, i would like for you to simply ask for your mother or myself.” the little girl of course doesn’t know what is going on and is playing around, as any normal 2-3 year old will do. this just makes the idiot even more upset. “now, i need you to pay attention to me”, whatever moron. his wife at some point turned to either take care of the baby or mother and was talking ..quietly.. and he turned to her and said “you will not interrupt me as i’m talking.” yes, he actually said this. who talks like this to his wife and children?? well, we left as i couldn’t take anymore. i got a really good look at him as we left. yep, just as i had figured.. a typical dork, who obviously never got any in high school, or college. was probably beaten up on a regular basis and now has to dominate over his wife and children to make his ego feel better. oh, yes.. he is one of those who wears really high waisted short khaki shorts (to show off his pasty white legs) with his nasty polo shirt tucked in, and a braided leather belt added to complete this nasty ensemble. people like this make me sick. what an effing moron.

sorry...

it's taken so long to post again. it seems that when it rains it pours. i bitch about not having anything to do, and then all at once.. i have too much to do. thursday we met my friend robyn to go and hear her new boyfriends band play, later on we went to a pool party. on friday i spent time with my friend regan, who is moving this weekend. i will really miss her. then, early saturday, i had to go to a bridal shower for my friend nichole, later on in the evening, we went to my friends j.m's housewarming party.. (i had a few too many drinks) (as usual) and sunday had to go help plan my friend jenn's baby shower. i'm really tired... and tomorrow is the 4th! i love fireworks. although when i did the death predictor thing a while back, it said i was going to die from massive blood loss after my hand is blown off by some fireworks. so.. i may have to cancel the 4th this year.. and every year after that.