Families can be really screwed up sometimes, even if you think everything is just fine...

My cousin still lives with my uncle (divorced) and just had a baby last september. She can't hold down a decent job, so my uncle is taking custody of his grandchild, with consent from my cousin. Apparently last night, the father of the child and his mom showed up at my uncle's house and a fight ensued around the custody issue and the fact that my cousin told them my uncle was abusing her (which is complete bullshit). The guy hit my uncle in the face at one point, and my uncle didn't hit back. My grandparents were there and wittnessed the whole thing. My cousin took off with the baby and tomorrow we are supposed to be celebrating my uncle's birthday. WTF?

You are Jubilee!

Though you may be young and inexperienced, you have
great potential and will someday become an
admirable figure. For that to happen, though,
you must overcome your juvenile belief system
and adopt a more mature view on life.


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I have a website, I have a website, I have a website!!!

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Rock on, dude! You are Punk music!


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You are cutting


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Happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there. We wouldn't be here without you.

we went to the gathering at Shannon's apartment friday night and they were playing Cranium. David and I joined in on opposite teams. David read a word I was to spell backwards and I started to spell it...wrong...and David cuts me off after 2 letters and yells "WRONG!" I gave him one of my thousands of looks and raised a finger in embarrassed saving face fashion. I have prided myself in the past to be a good speller, except for one other occasion.


It was 6th grade and I had made it to the school wide spelling bee. Unfortunately it was also Western day, so I am immortalized in the Mary Moore 1992 yearbook as a cowgirl. I made it all the way to the top 2 contestants, it was me and Eric Sartor squaring off for the glory of making it to the city wide spelling bee. Eric was a 5th grader, so the pressure was on to beat him, being that I was older and wiser than him ( I found out much later that he had become a very intelligent writer for the Martin H.S. Warrior Post) and I had to beat him. I'm standing there in my Panhandle Slims and boots, waiting for my turn. I look out and all my friends are looking at me, watching me in anticipation from the cafetria floor. "The word is KNAPSACK." I start to spell and right in the middle I choke. "K-N-A-P-.....P-S-A-C-K." "That is incorrect. Eric, you win." And then it was over. In elementary schools, they tend to find ways of reminding the loser how humiliating losing is, so they had me, the first runner up, accompany Eric in his venture to the city wide spelling bee. Basically to sit there and watch the event I should have been apart of but wasn't because 'knapsack' has only one P in it.

The city wide excursion tripped off another event of embarrassing proportions.


While I was off being reminded that I sucked at spelling, the kids in my class were recieving their D.A.R.E shirts from Officer Henz. Since I wasn't there I didn't get mine. The next time Officer Henz came to our class I asked him if I could have my shirt, since I was gone. He proceded to inform me that I must perform a song to the class in order to get it. My choice in song was not the best as far as cool points go, but it was all I could think of: Papa Loved Mama by Garth Brooks. After it was over, my face being 3 shades redder, I got my shirt. Everyone clapped sypathetically with faces trying so hard to hold back the laughter.


It all came flooding back during a game of Cranium.

I did something very hard yesterday. it had to be done, but hard nonetheless. I kicked my business partner out of the studio. I had to do it, there was no other way. Conflicts of interest and enourmous amounts of ass-sitting were a few of the reasons. It's a lot like breaking up, and I have a tendency to blindside people with news. Ask any of my high school ex-boyfriends who had no idea it was coming. So, here I sit typing on my computer that now resides on a 3 foot cube, because the only thing he brought to the partnership was a desk and a computer workstation. He also took all of the silver sharpies. How juvenile!


Things are looking up.

a few things...


THE HOURS OF GRUELING DIGITAL RETOUCHING ARE UPON ME!


I am now engaged in getting my portfolio together, which is costing a fortune, but as they say "you've got to spend money to make make a book that no one may ever respond to..." or something like that.


Also... X2 ruled! David is on his 3rd time seeing it in the past 4 days. His record viewing in theater was Forrest Gump @ 5 times... let's see if he'll go for the gold.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVID!!!

I love you!