my pick-me-up...

in an incredibly edgy mood today...the little bastards dragged all 6 of their little bastard feet this morning, but honestly that just added fuel to the already smoldering fire that was shawna.

do you ever just wake up feel like a raging bee-yotch with no real reason? then, instead of grabbing a bowl of popcorn and your book and plopping your fat ass on the couch for the day, you are stupid enough to look around the house and ask yourself the world's worst question, "what the fuck have i done around here for the last 5 years, anyway?" maybe the control freak was a good thing at times? shit, at least my house was clean, even if i often wanted to break a bat over his funky-ass shaped head...(not to be confused with a funky ass-shaped head)

and on that note (HAHAAAAAAA - thinking about the shape of his head has officially started pulling me out of the muck), i leave you with this picture that makes me laugh my ass off every time i see it. maybe it's just me, but it's so much gawddamned funnier knowing she was completely wedged inside the washing machine at the time...

cause that's just the way i roll, bitches.

perspective.

the left sees unsophisticated - the right, genuine
the left sees passivity - the right, patience
the left sees apathy - the right, flexibility
the left sees deficiency - the right, distinction
the left sees irresponsibility - the right, competence
the left sees weakness - the right, strength
the left sees dependency - the right, autonomy

the left sees the unsophisticated, passive, apathetic, deficient, irresponsible, weak and dependent fat ass as it walks away - the right doesn't see the fat ass - it's behind me...duh.

isn't perspective an interesting thing?

in search of snow...

took a drive yesterday wanting to take some snow pics...no such luck! normally we'd be able to see snow in the near foothills from isabella - it's definitely a weird-weather year...the Man took me to see these old barns, (some *numb-nut* forgot to bring the long lens for her cammie...argh!) these are from a bit of a distance, i like how they turned out...but how beautiful would they be covered in snow?

did you know?

i'm not what you would call a real feminine girl here...it's ok, i mean i'm good with it. i'm just not graceful and petite, i'm not soft and cute and i'm not little and quiet - i was, however, reminded the other day that i'm definitely still a chick...

coming home from dicking around town and as we are pulling into the driveway i see movement out of the corner of my eye. no biggie, there are frogs and birds and stuff all over the place - sheesh, i'm not a girly-girl, i can handle anything. bravely, we tromp over to the shrubs that i saw It run into and the Man starts kicking shrubs to flush out the Thing so we can see what it is...the Thing (ah c'mon, let's call a spade, a spade shall we?) - the Rattus rattus shoots from under the shrubs into the far corner of the plant area and is now trapped between the house and the Man.

the Man: "there it is!"
the Puss (aka shawna - courageously leaping into the air): "AAAAAH! where?!?"
the Man: "there in the corner, WHOO look at him jump!"
the Puss: "AAAAAAAHH!!!"
the Puss (again - in short, brave bursts): AAH! AAAH! AAHH!
the Man (laughing)
the Puss: "AAAH - OHMAHGAWDGEDDIT !!!"
the Man (seemingly going in for the kill with nary a weapon in sight - we don't call him "the Man" for nothing): "oh shit...!"

if i hadn't seen it myself, i never woulda believed it...the rat broke rank and simply scaled the side of my house - no tree, no rock, no ladder - WTF, did you know they could do that?

the story ends nice and fairytale-ish as he promptly disappeared into the tiles of my roof. i'm sure settling down to first catch his breath and then telling the story of his narrow escape to the young'uns, all the while enjoying his warm little bed of attic insulation and wires.

is this not the coolest...

tree-dude you've ever seen? we were out riding two weekends ago and it was witch-ass cold. we were headed home and this guy bellowed at me as i flew by...
(go ahead, picture it; shawna slams on her brakes, powerslides her super-cool, lime-green kawasaki quad into a perfect nifty-lefty 180 and spins back to take his picture)
i never did figure what he was trying to tell me, although i'm thinking he may have just been pissed off about that arm- falling-off thing...

strong desire...not much time

i love to write...i express myself through written words so much better than stumbling over them as they spew from my mouth.

i am going through some major changes in my life (once again...). i swear, my life seems to be shaping up as one very long, drawn out novel. it feels as if each chapter reveals a new person altogether...it's weird and sometimes exhausting, but definitely interesting. the most striking thing about this particular new chapter, is that i feel calmer and more reasonable than ever before. i am easing (did i say easing or eating?) my way into my 40's, i am soon-to-be twice divorced, i have three oddball mutants that i call offspring (well, that and "the little bastards"), i have a man that is everything i could have imagined my "soulmate" would be, well had i believed in soulmates... i am in a hectic, chaotic, loud place - but, you know what?

it. feels. GOOD.