RETRO MERMAID

Gel Pens, Oil Pastels, Black Sharpie marker, pencil and gum eraser - Busted this out in about 30 minutes.

The muse -lyrics from Lisa Hannigan.  I'm off to Bed.

LOST in THOUGHT

tonights dream topic.

LAST YEAR TO NOW

2010

My house is a mess, my boys smell like tadpoles, my daughter made dinner and accidentally spilled it on the floor, we ran out of ramen - plain rice at 10pm. hopefully after the kids get bathed and we all eat. we Can sleep. lots to do in the AM..and cleaning my house isn't one of them.

2011

We moved into a two story 3 bedroom apt, with all the fancy accommodations of things that we simple rez folk weren't use to like running water or electricity or wait for it Indoor Plumbing.  We were like cave-people discovering fire for the first time.  Once we got into the groove of things. Not much has changed. 

My house is messier than it ever was before, forget about running water - the boys still refuse to take a shower - let alone they come home reeking of a sweaty locker room, my daughter has not yet learned the concept of cooking a meal that doesn't have the Just add Water label stamped across it. As for cleaning the house, dude, that's why I gave birth to a slew of my own slaves - aka- kids.  Fancier term for jobs that I refuse to do is chores..hahaha. Sucker.  

Truth is, I'm not afraid to open the door and let my guests peruse my apt, it's clean, and there's beef stew in the crockpot.. 

I guess the kids haven't changed, but I certainly have. 

Hooyah. 

 

P.S. But, in all fairness I do miss sitting out in the open -in the portal of thoughts commonly known as the outie.

WEIRD IS NORMAL !!

I hate the word "NORMAL" with an absolute passion. I hate the cookie cutter versions of how people think I should be, just because it makes them feel superior in their poloshirts and name brand Tommy Hilfiger jeans..Sorry, I am not a pre-made mold made from sugar and spice and everything nice..BLACCHHH..I was reading a fellow bloggers insight on this as well..it seems we the wierdos make life more interesting because we see the bigger picture..

COME ON PEOPLE - THERE IS SUCH A THING AS LETTING YOUR FREAK FLAG FLY HIGH.  

Anywho, back to this narcissistic convo

We, the freaks have the ability to create in our mindseye..making us unique and special in our way..Although, I've been accused of not having the average shmo-john-brown-hopi-brown face..- jizzhii ! I've been discrimnated against from women and men who have either disrespected me by calling me " BABY" or " BITCH" whatever they feel I am that day to them. 
I'm sorry to say that my parents are the ones responsible for this face---------> It's called genetics.
Which brings me back to my argument. I want to exude weirdness and exploit all my quirks and be proud of the fact that I can sing RAP..a little unknown tidbit that my family enjoys..a lyrical rapping session of traveling to the trading post wearing my fancy boots and a danzig T-SHIRT...with paint and glitter splattered across my jeans..But, it always come back to the face...UUUGGHH....Shoot me now..CURSED..maybe..GENETICS..damn straight..NORMAL ole WEIRD ME.
  To the group of ladies who called me stuck up, yesterday,
it isn't my fault if your man has wandering eyes.

Your so not the Next American IDOL!!

Yes, I demonstrate dangerous driving, but in the sheer moment of boredom, a video camera can become a girls best friend as it aids in fulfilling moments when I need to sing haphazardly with no care in the world. So, press play if you want to hear one of my favorite songs playing in the background,

or press play to hear me wring the pulp out of it.

Either way I promise you nice scenery aside from the squeaky windshield wipers...

Fishbowl - Green Chilis - and Granny Panties

The as per-usual - as usual - and how they are so very usual - are the Flea Markets here on the Rez. Here you can get things from socks - box of tampons/pads - tissue- cheesecake-  frybread -movies -herbs-clothes -shoes- etc for pennies on the dollar (not really more like 3bucks and up).. oooh,  TODAY WAS A BIT DIFFERENT-  Two different vendors selling usual items, interesting a makeup case (check), a paper shredder (check)  WAIT for it -lo and behold I have never ever - ever- ever - ever- ever come across a pile of used thongs and granny panties on two different vendor tables (ummmm, ewww). Okay, let's stop right there, who in their right mind would sell their used unders? Sheesh, c'mon now. There is such a thing as BULK at Walmart, for heavens sake. The vendor(s) quickly threw an article of clothing over the stained pieces of string and elastic upon my look of disgust.  Back to the story. I went to the Flea today to just peruse the isle's and see what I could get. [LOL - like the way I just totally switched the storyline?] So shall we take a looksie.

Okay, the glass bowl on the foam square cut out is for my 6 year old baby - Goldfish. Were in the need of getting some good chi in this house. Next, one cob of steam corn..hahaha that was my snack. 2 kneel down bread bought from my cousin, she makes them just the way I like it crispy on the outside- chewy on the inside, next 3 green chili - hmmm, I really don't know what to do with that. Next, the ziploc bag of hominy corn - mmmmm,, Hominy- mutton stew, but that is being used for thanksgiving. Next, a small jewerly drawstring bag, purrdy.  A crochet lap blanket, I have a tendency to fall asleep on the couch. 2 rolls of fabric - I have an idea of what to use them for, but I'll hoard them for awhile, lets see strawberry shortcake - not for me - peaches for snacks - no chips in this household and last cake pans for christmas - they were only 50 cents for four so I had to take advantage. It was a fun day - I enjoy the K-town Flea - I get to see my relatives at every turn. Then I cruise home with a huge smile on my face because I know that they love me..how do I know? They hug me for a really long time and say "noo'ane shi yazhi".. Now back to the regular scheduled program - Humanities Reaction Paper #1.