June 7, 2005
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I had totally planned to write more, really…
Well now I just feel compelled to tell you about my May 2005.
May has consistently been a downer for me pretty much my whole life, strange that my birthday is buried within it. I don’t think the Lily of the Valley likes me very much and somehow or another my birthday always sucks. Well it never meets my expectations. Now…Mother’s day is another day of expectations, however so mild or grand it is of no matter, it is still during the month of May, so therefore it is destine to suck. So this all sounds so negative, but it is just a pattern that I am trying to point out here. A pattern of events that has occurred since my 7th birthday. Lucky seven? I think not!!! The best birthday I ever had was my 6th birthday, go figure… maybe it was because this is the time when I got my first baby brother and really it was a bribe to be nice to him…OR maybe it was because mom was so pregnant that she almost couldn’t move, the hormones were flowing and the hormones made her *want* to throw the best surprise birthday ever had. Maybe…I was just lucky that year. I thought I would be lucky this year, I mean it was my 30th birthday. Yeah, not so much. Dwayne tried to make the day perfect, he gave me lots of gifts and even bought me a raspberry truffle ice cream cake that would honestly bring any depressed soul to their knees. But somehow I went through the day like it was a dream, like I was not having a birthday that this was just a day that I get to eat ice cream cake and receive a few gifts. I heard from family members from all over and I thank them for singing happy birthday over the phone. But my heart was not in it this year and that is what made my birthday suck, for the first time in my life, I made my own birthday suck. Funny how that works.
I have decided what I want to do with my life. Yes I am thirty and just figuring this out. I am going to be a potter, I am going to make pots out of clay. Now, I just need to build a studio and buy thousands of dollars of equipment. Maybe Dwayne has to get a job first. Ever since I made the decision (thanks Faith for the swift kick in the pants.) it has been haunting me, though inspiring too. I made a wind chime, well two of them. I am going to make a couple more and try to sell‘em on eBay to start saving for my studio & equipment. As a matter of fact, I think I will make various small crafts of different types that I will sell on eBay for the benefit of my art studio. It is a plan. Contact me if you want one.
Here are the two I made this week:
Ok, nuf about me. Let me talk about my mini me. She is getting big, turning into a little kid, doesn’t like to let me smoosh on her so much anymore, actually if I smoosh her to much it seems to really piss her off. Dwayne says I am mean. Ah, life is tuff get used to it, right? All this love smooshing around her is sooo bad. Anyway, let’s see, she learned this week that she can hide in the bushes in the back yard. Dwayne had gone up to the trash can to throw away a bottle and when he returned to the backyard, she was gone (there isn’t anywhere for her to gone unless she sprouts wings and she ain’t drinkin Red Bull) Then he saw a little bald head running behind the bushes along the fence…and there she was crouched behind a bush….
She is learning to throw balls, rocks or whatever she can pick up and huck. I am not sure if I mentioned this before but we have quite a snake problem in our back yard, a lot of Gardner snakes, small non-threatening but still surprising you with their presence. So there is this big rock pile, see, the peps that had our house before piled a bunch o paving brick and unwanted rocks into this big ol’pile, and the snakes LOVE IT. They slither out for a little sun bathing or they curl up under the jut of a rock to hide from the sun, either way Dwayne is their nemesis. He is always out there throwing rocks at them trying to kill them off one by one. I know this doesn’t sound humane. I don’t really like to hear the stories of his kills. I also don’t want little
It is all “Monkey see, Monkey do” right now.
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See links:
Keeneland the website :
http://www.keeneland.com/splash.asp
another some webshots site good shots of the paddock and horses:
http://community.webshots.com/album/336601811eMVAtg
This is cool too:
http://www.elinart.com/pages/airkhp.html
Lastly, this great piece on Civil Rights involving Keeneland, I love reading this stuff :
http://www.myrtlebeachonline.com/mld/kentucky/news/special_packages/untold_stories/10053889.htm
All in all, we had a great time at the track, all of us hurriedly making bets, Monica getting drunk. After a while I started the drunk calls to Mama who couldn’t make it. I needed help betting and Dwayne wasn’t much help. I bet on mama’s choices and nothing panned out, I had been too drunk to read the program myself and it cost me $102+ bucks! See I have a ol’family strategy, it has won me plenty of dough. Had I read the paper I would have placed at least a win-place-show ticket on Giacamo. Oh well….we made our way back to the car. Somehow I got lost in the parking lot with the cooler, so I sat and waited, I had no idea where the car was. Two consecutive days of drinking will do that to you. Wheew. Sunday was ruff. If you were wondering,
Playing in the water:
Washing the rocks:
Saying Hi to Dad:
Daring tricks with Dad:
