It smells like the ZOO...

As Olive came down the stairs this morning she yells to me,
"Mammoo, come here!"
"What? Come on we gotta go!"
"No, Mammoo...come here...smell right around here..."
as she waves her hand like a magic wand over the carpeted stair landing.
"Mammoo...smell...It smells like the Zoo right here."

Nice

Damn Dogs...


Time to call the carpet cleaners, in all reality, I'm saving my extra money from my new job for hardwood floors and a personal trainer, not necessarily in that order.

smells like the Zoo....Lord, give me strength

Old Skool Punk

I think this is why I think the kids today are so cute. I love the little punkrock 7th graders. I remember how hard it was to get funky clothes. Literally, I had to go to the Salvation Army to get clothes. My poor mom...she would beg me not to wear some of the stuff I had...and I would say , "think of all the money you are saving!"

I'm the little punk rocker in these pictures...It was probably around 1986/87...
I'm tiny...like a midget...But Boy I could work that punk rock 'bidniss'.
Shaved heads and no worries, I had no idea or care what people thought of me.
I just assumed everyone loved me.
Last night I spent 4 hours dealing with the ancient Apple, hooking up the only scanner we have and started scanning pictures for Facebook. I obviously was either the thief of many photo albums, or had the need to photo EVERYTHING from 1983 onward. Boxes and boxes...and I only made it to 1987...I was trying to be careful what I would scan so as not to start any fights among new lives, because I believe many of my old friends, never really talk about their past...I appear to be a common denominator in many people's lives. I think I was possibly the good common denominator, I had many groups of friends, many who didn't realize they crossed paths in the ways which they did. There were not many pictures of me, because I was probably taking the pictures...but there were many many pictures of people, in different day, a different life, possibly secret lives.

An old boyfriend posted....
"if I had a dollar for every brain cell I killed back then...I wouldn't have to work now!"
Everyone agreed.
xo
v8grrl

NOTHING...

i'm empty...nothing...no thoughts I can even put into writing...it's weird...
right now I just count the hours I have to sit at work...go home and sit some more.
Sometimes I take my running shoes out and look at them...sometimes I even put them on, put my ipod on, walk out the front door and sit on the front steps.
interesting.
I say...go legs...they just bend and sit.
nothing
empty

Pain in my neck

really, I keep thinking I'm having a heart attack, but if you go back a few posts...I thought that before and was given Xanax...which I'm out of...so my only other thought is that it is
work.

school is out for the summer for me, an entire 2 weeks to catch up, order books,get the kids schedules together, and figure out the remainder of my life as I know it for the next 5 1/2 months. Really? What could possibly go wrong in 5 months right?
This is why I am having a heart attack...
Everything...
and to think I think of myself as an optimist.

Back to the little sign up there.
it's true.
I'll get back to you when I have
1. realized I'm NOT having a heart attack and can get my shit together
or
2. I run outta here, yanking at my hair, screaming and then realize I have plenty of time for everything (because I'm not coming to HELL anymore)

write ya later
v8

the new Barbie Fashions

Olive has a new career...

Barbie clothes design and hair. Lovely. she finds scraps of fabric and whips up new clothes using string rubberbands and hairties....it's actually really funny. Yesterday they all had "bras" fashioned from tissue...even Ken, lucky guy. Enjoy the styles...she may be the next Marc Jacobs

haircut...and bow, from stuffed dog...this Barbie had long flowing locks last week.

Look at the Wedge cut she gave this girl...

Nice

star skirt, with light blue elastic belt

good for those PMS days

front view....notice the matching hair bow

Oh...and this Barbie skateboards in a dress...

(of course she does,unlike when I was a kid...she just wore high heeled Gogo boots and looked like a hooker)