If Remy was President...

Remy came home with this last week or so.

Translation:
If I were President I would...get a pet dog that is a boy and my dog is named piggy. My dog would be smart and talented, really, really talented and I would get a servant

named Bobby and I would go to McDonalds.

Isn't he cute?

And then I found THIS drawing in my notebook by the computer:

hehe

Such an interesting child.

What do you think is going on in that picture?

Hideout

Annie and I share several things in common.

Our love for the boys
and our escape plan.

She escapes below the desk, and I escape above it.

Join Camera Critters!!

How do you escape?
Do you write? Or Quilt? Or dive into a book or a workout routine?
Or do you lock yourself in the bathroom?

Let's Trade

I've posted about our local Trade Days before.
The first time I went by myself and saw what all there was available.
The second time I took the boys, and we barely made it out without one of these.

Well, here are more photos from that second trip with the boys.
It was their first time to experience a Trade Days.
And they loved it.

This is Third Monday Trade Days.

I seriously contemplated buying one of these bird houses.

The one in the middle was my favorite.

Here's Remy showing me that if he were a bird and this was his house,
that's the room he'd want to be his.
Do you remember doing stuff like that when you were a child?
I do.

I was SO tempted to buy that bird house.

I was not tempted to buy these purses below...

But, I was tempted to buy these metal creatures...

and these too. They're so creative and hilarious!

I wasn't too tempted to buy these chickens though...although at some point I'd love to have some to produce fresh eggs for my family...

I was very tempted to buy these adorable little potbellies.
I've told you about my pet pig Kory, the potbelly I had in high school, right?

I swear, I didn't buy this, but somehow it ended up in my car

This is what he bought...a real stainless steel sword.

That he used to cut the tree, causing his mother to yell at him in horror!

and which he has now hidden from his dangerous little brother.

Speaking of the little brother, he was so inspired by Trade Days that he decided to create something of his own to try and sell, just like the people at the market...

It's probably best it only happens once a month, or I'd be tempted to go often!

Do you have a local trade market? Have you ever bought or sold something at one of these? Did anything in these pictures temp you?

Are you shopping today?

Muchas Gracias

I'm thankful for so many things.


I'm super thankful to everyone for your responses yesterday.
I appreciate you listening to me go on and on.
I'm not responding much to comments right now, because I'm overwhelmed,
but I really appreciate everything everyone has said.
It means a lot to me.
It's touching to know so many people care to leave a note.
Thank you.




I'm thankful for living in a country where I have the right to have pink hair

and drive a Jedi car

I'm thankful for my aliens sweet children and those nutcases loving family.

I thankful for this sweet dog who puts up with a lot.

And thankful for this blog that allows me to have fun and be nutty.

I'm thankful for my friends, in real life and in blogland.

I'm thankful for evolution, so I don't have to shave mountains of hair off my body daily.

And I'm thankful for modern day plumbing and showers.

Have a GREAT Thanksgiving!

Where's the damn Yellow Brick Road?

What do you see in this ink blot?

I see two hunchbacked monsters without hearts, wrapped in shrouds, trying to yell at each other, like a creepy staring contest with yelling involved.

Is that what you see?
Are you as messed up as I am?

I've shared with you before that I'm starting therapy...
because I'm a mess and my marriage is a mess.
And not the easy kind of mess a Clorax Easy Wipe can soak up in 10 seconds.
Nope, it's a certified, complicated, dog-threw-up-combined-with-honey-and-flour-in-the-carpet kind of mess.

I had a great therapist back in Austin. Joel was my buddy, my confidant, and he knew how to keep it real. But, here north of Dallas I don't have a Joel, so I had to pick a newbie. And the guy I saw last week? I don't think he's the right therapist for me.

He wanted to talk about my childhood. I wanted to talk about my present.
He wanted me to look for the answer in my heart. I wanted to bash him over the head with his.

I don't think therapy should be a guessing game. When I'm ending most of my sentences as a question, that's not a good sign.

He told me to look deep inside me for the answer.
Damn it, if I could have done that, I would have, on my own without paying a fortune to do it in front of an audience.
I can't find the answer to my problems, the miraculous path I need to follow.


Follow the Yellow-Bricked Road.
Follow the Yellow-Bricked Road.
Follow, Follow, Follow, Follow,
Follow the Yellow-Bricked Road.

If only it were that easy!!

I'm screwed up! You're supposed to help fix me...not make me keep looking for non-existent, deep down (around my spleen maybe?) guiding feelings.

It was frustrating. I don't think we were on the same page.

(I think I'm going to regret sharing this much when I wake up Wednesday.)

This isn't your "what I'm thankful for" day-before-Thanksgiving post.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm thankful for a lot of things, but my life is a mess currently, and it's hard to see past that.
I'm not sure how to get back on track.
What I do know is that writing is a lifeline for me.
Blogging the same.



So I'm hanging on by my non-existent fingernails from the edge of a steep cliff staring at the alligators down below and hoping that I can somehow save myself.
I don't want someone else to save me...
but I might need a lifeline thrown...or a phone a friend...


You know, I feel better now, after vomiting my feelings onto the page.
I hope you don't feel worse now.
Sorry.

Thanks for listening.

What did you see in the ink blot?
What's at the end of your yellow-brick road?

Their Secret Plot to take over the World

I've uncovered a diabolical plot,
a secret plan in the works.

I've discovered the evil mastermind behind world domination.

Sure, they look cute and cuddly,
all innocent with their sweet faces and furry bodies,
but I alone know the truth, and I'm here to set the story straight.

Webkinz are plotting to take over the world.



I found them holding a meeting.
The canine committee stopped whispering to look at me as I walked by...

I'm onto you, puppies.

I thought maybe it was just the dogs...
but then I found the rest of them conferring in private as well.

And it was just too suspicious to pass up.

I knew they were up to something.

They started out small...just grabbing the dog's squeaky toy...just to see if they could.
All criminals start out small, to see what they can get away with.

Then they grew bolder.
This chocolate dinosaur moved in on the music industry.
Smart move.

I think they plan on creating songs to brainwash us all.

Wait, no, not the penguin too! He's not even a Webkinz.
Damn, those sneaky, crafty kinz have spread their evil into other stuffed animals.

The penguin has his weapons of choice ready.
and he gives me that beady-eyed stare...

Remy! Remy!! Look! Please, look.
Your animals are out of control, I tell ya.

He ignores me.
They've sucked him into their computer counterpart world.
Did I tell you that's part of their plan?

They are not only content to be played with and cuddled with...
they want us to go online and become addicted.

Annie, surely you see what's going on here.
Uh, oh, Annie, look out!!

Ahhhhh!!! It's got Annie!!

That's it. I'm putting these darn Webkinz up.
Let's see what damage they can do from the toy bin.

They have to be stopped somehow.
It's clearly my job to do something about it.

And that's when I saw the pumpkin in the bicycle helmet.

Oh, man.

The toys are slowly taking over.

Have they moved into your house yet?!