The skys on fire…

Letting the pupppy out this morning while shoving the boy out the door to Gramma and Papa’s house for breakfast before school – and this is what I see…

Beautimous, isn’t it?

And yes – that’s frost on the windows of the cars….

And christmas lights still up from three? years ago. *chuckles* The perfect neighbor (who’s lawn you can see there just past the bug…) hates us. *smirk*

There she is…..

OK, I admit it, I’m a hopeless sap.
I like to watch the Miss America Pagent whenever asshole isn’t home and lets me have the remote and well, I remember that its on. heh. Yes, I’m one of those old fat women who get a perverse joy out of shredding the nations top beauties without remourse. *L* I know, I know – I look so innocent.
So that’s what’s on right now. So prepare yourself for various comments… cuz well, we all know you’re watching too and desparate to see my views too right? riiiiiiiiiight.
(And though I know everyone ELSE has seen it already and/or knows who won and/or doesn’t give a flying fuck…. *L* since it’s not live for me, well I don’t care. *L* I’m writing this as it happens, minute by minute. *L*)

Right off the bat… some of them girls are just NOT well spoken… like that last one, Wyoming? good god. monotone! gah!

and naturally they’re all faker then shit – but well, that goes with the territory. *L*

The “Miss america party” with the bachlerette? Who cares? *smirk* Not that my sitting here and giving you blow by blow account is any different, but well, who cares? *L*

CLAY AIKEN! *cheers!* god what pipes! Well deserved 2nd place winner of the Idol (I love me some Rueben!), Amazing performance… even if he still has stoner eyes. *L* and the boy thinks he looks like a girl (Yeah, the boy’s watching too – waiting for the bikini competition! he’s an all american boy allright. *L*)

The dressed down compition where they wore things from their own wardrobe, casual like? Very cool. A chance for individual style.. Liked that idea muchly.

The host? a goober, but he’s a rich goober, so who am I to complain. *chuckles* At least he promised not to sing. *L*

Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day!

Ahoy! buckos! First thin’s frist, we needt’get this outo’t’way, for future reference!

You are The Cap’n!

So you can be callin’ me Cap’n for t’duration or I’ll be ayet’see you punished properly. Fetch me a spot’o’grog, thar, lass, and put a shake in y’r bonny bottom!

Ah thank ya me buxum beauty! That’ll right hit th’spot.

I find I be far too amused by this, and talk like a pirate day. A bito’harmless drival justt’keep thin’s interestin’, eh, m’mateys?

So, w’thout a bitta drival t’be passin on t’ya, its off t’walk th’plank f’me!

(aka – homework calls *L*)

This So Called Life

Allright, I’ve been stuck in a Graphic illustration class where we are forced to use Adobe Illustrator. I hate that stinkin program. *L* I’m a photoshop babe all the way – but anyway, todays assignment was to design/redesign a magazine artical, web graphic, something that has to do with our final project in some way. My final project is a poster for the upcoming Poetry Slam…
At a loss for something to do, I started to work on something for This So Called Life (a poetry critiquing/workshopping type forum), just as a basic jumping off point. It didn’t end up looking like I’d intended, but that’s not a bad thing, few things of mine ever do. Anyway – thought i’d share. Feel free to point or laugh. *L* I really really hate Illustrator and all it’s limitations, but think I finally, for the first time, managed to get something out of it I almost like.

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Conversation with TBF

TBF: “What I DO need, however, is an arrow to put through your son’s head.”

I kid you not.
TBF said that!
Run boy run!
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OK – so there’s actually a reason for the above comment. *LMAO* TBF is working on his senior project, and one image involves the movie Thirteen Ghosts and the black zodiac. He couldn’t find a picture of a “sullen, angry sad looking boy” to use for the First Born Son – and The Boy posed for a couple pictures…

and he manipulated the hell outa’em to use him for the project. The boy wasn’t sure he could recreate his “mad face” without getting mad, so I told him he wasn’t going back to his friends house after all, and wouldn’t until he did 50 math problems.

Tada. angry, unamused boy. I just grinned after the picture and winked “and that, m’boy, is what they call ACTING!”

As of yet I havent’ seen the final result, but I know TBF’s talents well – I’m sure it’s suitably disgusting and dead ghost like. *L*

The Firstborn son has an arrow through his head. and while I’ve been being the good best friend and braving popup hells and fat chic porn sites to search out appropriate images for him for the past several hours – he points out that “that one should work” and then the above comment….

Which was just TOO rich not to post all by itself while we are absolutely ROLLING around laughing about how HORRIBLE that sounds. *LMAO*

So. Ahem.
there ya go.
Late night with TBF.
Gotta love it. *grin*