All about the hair!

So I dont have a program to flip the picture.....jeez. Anyway this is Sasha and Mimi together. Read my first post if you don't know who Mimi is.


How about the hair?

PMS Blues Honey!

Heavy flow day?
God the mood swings.
Oh I have had with you now!

Sister Mary Sasha

Would you just look at her. Very pregnant.

Ahhhhh! Relief, that was a tough delivery!

Let me tell you that is one wore out vagina.

Some pictures of me.

Looking evil.
Howdy ya'll!
Looking as if I am on my way to Paris.
Evil Again.
Evil again again. :-)
A Picture of the Great Cranky one looking well Cranky. Also the man behind the make-up.
Here is one grainy shot of me. I was bored.

What do you name in your every day life?

I name everything. For me almost everything has its own unique personality and therefore deserves its own name.

I will go ahead and name off the things in mylife that I have named.

My 1981 Camaro is Joyce, she is an absolutly hateful outrageous older woman and a bull dyke to boot. I love her dearly.

My Chevy Corsica is Connie, she is a wonderful little housewife-mobile that gets me to work each day.

My husband drives a cute sassy little Mazda MX-6 named Myrtle.

We have together a wonderful Oldsmobile 88 named Olivia that we take on road trips.

Now inside of my house I have Kathy Kenmore, she is my handy dandy vacuum I got from the salvation army. The best 30.00 I ever spent.

We have Marge Maytag, our refridgerator, she is a BIG girl that is top heavy since her freezer is on the bottom.

I also have Helga Hoover and Delores Dirt Devil my tow trusty carpet cleaners that have been pretty much retired since we went with hard surface floors throughout the house.

My computer is a wonderful Mac G4 tower named Book. I call her book because of the way she apears to beath when asleep and I got all of this from the movie Hocus Pocus. In it Bette Midler plays a witch who has a beloved spell book that she simply refers to as "Book", she taps on it and says "oh!! BOOK! wake up my darling!!!". I do tha same thing everytime I move my mouse to wake Book up.

Ok I have shown a lot of my own neurosis in this posting.

Manic Depressives, Hebrew Class, Neurotic Children and a Visit from My Parents.

I don't really know where to begin this post. it has been awhile since I have written anything on here. I am one of those elusive bloggers who has to have had a fire of inspiration flood their soul. At which point I will sit down and fuss and fuss and fuss with an entry. Anyone caught my play on Otto Titsling? Oh well, not everyone can be as big a Bette Midler whore as I am.

Lets see.....I guess I will start with manic-depressives. How many of you have ever known one? well let me tell you they are not a walk in the park to deal with or be around. I work with one and she is absolutly certifiably insane. There is not a single thing wrong with her in her mind. It is everyone elses problem. Makes me absolutly nuts. I work in an office where you are treated like children and property at the very same time by this chicka. Just leaves me mumbling Oy vey and feeling very veklempt at the end of the day.

Of course at the end of this lovely day I get to schlep myself off to Hebrew class, now this is one of my favorite things I have enjoyed about becoming a Jew. I love Hebrew, it is unlike any language I have ever known. It just goes against everything you know and understand about English. Everything is so differnt right down to the direction in which it is read. I take Hebrew with an absolutly wonderful little lady I will refer to as LG. LG is an absolute doll. She only had one child a daughter so she didn't get to play the sweet Jewish mother to a son and say things like "eat! you are to skinny". It cracks me up in many ways I feel like the Jewish son she never had. I take lessons with LG with an absolutly eccentric Jewish lady i will call California. California grew up in LA and used to be a music agent, needless to say the lsit of celebrities she knows and has had encounters with sometimes will really crack you up. Needless to say the three of us together are quite the group of Yentas.

Oh and don't you have to just love neurotic children. Now mind you I am not talking about my biological offspring. I have none of those. I am talking about the young little gayling's I have taken under my wing and taught them what is all about to be gay and how to not get into trouble. Lord I love my current child to death I really do, but lord he is a mess sometimes. I will have to post on him later, the name will be changed to protect the not so innocent. :-)

I am really looking forward to this weekend though. My parents are coming for a visit that will last more than just one night and I am very excited. They never do this it is always a quick visit. Needless to say I have been working like a mad woman to get my house in order. I am one of the worst about procrastinating where my house is concerned. I am a hoarder, a sentimentalist, and as i said i procrastinate. I am nearing the home stretch though. I have tonight after Hebrew and tomorrow night before they arrive Friday afternoon while I am still at work. One of the biggest problem is that I have an absolutle menagerie of children (cats and dogs) that seem to shed enuf everyday to make pillows. Now I am not trying to be gross and I am blowing it out of proportion but I feel like all i do is vacuum up pet hair. Miss kenmore and i run all over the house and it just multiplies behind us as we go. Alas a girls work is never done.

Ok I guess that's it for now. Nothing profound or evern very funny I am sure but I will try a little bit harder next time.

-S/T