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mynewplaceFirst a bitch:
http://www.amazon.com/Tea-Experience-Digest/dp/B00081KXWQ The eyes and hair are what get me. They ALL have those huge chocolate brown eyes that are long and just begging for eyeliner, cheekbones no matter how round their faces get, and their HAIR! While a lot of the cousins have kinda dry hair because they tend to color it a lot, Julie's is just thick and black and took the slightest curl when she'd put it up on those 3 inch rollers. And she kept her shape. The Lemons do that, where as we Conleys (my moms'd DAD) got Grandma Kappels curse, no hair and big bellies. SO German. (they have awesome mouths too, but I can't complain there because I got's me one as well.)
Moving along,popfiend asked "Why are you here?" today on his Casual Friday.
I'm here to learn to love. That's the meaning of life folks. Hate to break it to ya, cause I know it's simple, but there ya go.
In other news, Scarlett's first dance performance in the itty-bitty-half-assed dance school production of selections from the Nutcracker went REMARKABLY well. She remembered all her steps, she had poise, she had grace, she had her arms perfectly arched. All points in which the other dancers were sorely lacking, even their princess-en-pointe. Who is ALL legs and arms, just astonishingly so. I was relieved and quite proud, because this is her first REAL dance class, and she kinda fucked up at the mall during that little group-thing for Build-A-Bear.
So she has a rehearsal tonight, a dance tomorrow, then it's off to the mall with me to find a present for herself. Perhaps back home to cook dinner for the drumgod, perhaps not. Dunno yet, and am not holding my breath. He'll be drunk Friday and Saturday night, and I'll likely get my invitation at nine p.m. I'm going to pass tonight, and pressure him to at least ask me tonight to come over tomorrow after he plays. Dammit, there's no sense in his slacker behavior.
This is my cousin on the cover of this magazine. She is a carbon copy of her mother, whom I grew up idolizing. And she looks just like the rest of my mother's cousins. One of the secondary reasons I grew up thinking I was ugly was because I didn't look like HER. My looks come from my dad's side of the family, whom I didn't see much. If I'd grown up with them I'd have been considered one of the pretty ones in comparison. lol
http://www.amazon.com/Tea-Experience-Digest/dp/B00081KXWQ
Moving along,
popfiend asked "Why are you here?" today on his Casual Friday. I'm here to learn to love. That's the meaning of life folks. Hate to break it to ya, cause I know it's simple, but there ya go.
In other news, Scarlett's first dance performance in the itty-bitty-half-assed dance school production of selections from the Nutcracker went REMARKABLY well. She remembered all her steps, she had poise, she had grace, she had her arms perfectly arched. All points in which the other dancers were sorely lacking, even their princess-en-pointe. Who is ALL legs and arms, just astonishingly so. I was relieved and quite proud, because this is her first REAL dance class, and she kinda fucked up at the mall during that little group-thing for Build-A-Bear.
So she has a rehearsal tonight, a dance tomorrow, then it's off to the mall with me to find a present for herself. Perhaps back home to cook dinner for the drumgod, perhaps not. Dunno yet, and am not holding my breath. He'll be drunk Friday and Saturday night, and I'll likely get my invitation at nine p.m. I'm going to pass tonight, and pressure him to at least ask me tonight to come over tomorrow after he plays. Dammit, there's no sense in his slacker behavior.
