"Spring has sprung, ma Lady!"

Wellbutrin Post Number 2

Hell yes, I'm still cussing.


I've gone and stood in crowded school board meeting to protest the non-renewal of the Vice-Principal's contract.


I've subsequently painted a "Renew Mrs. XYZ's contract!" on the window of my Suburban. I scraped off the other two windows where I used stronger rhetoric.


I called several of my neighbors to protest the idea of the home owner's association buying a mower to mow the right of ways and a storage building to house it. I got outvoted.


I've had to sit on my hands so as not to flip off my neighbors.


Today I got on WebMD to look at meds and you know what one of the side effects of Wellbutrin are?

It makes you want to fight somebody.

The Second Day of Spring

As captured by my new D-SLR camera! (Happy Birthday to Me...) I now have new and sophisticated ways to mess up photos. Be sure to click on each one to see them in all their glory!

They did say Saturday was spring right? Lord, Thank you for not letting me live in Oklahoma, Amen.

Suicidal Bunnies

Thought ya'll might appreciate some Carlsbad Caverns humor.

I couldn't find one that depicted Death By School Board Meeting.

Heading to Colorado for the Band trip tomorrow night. Can't decide if I want to chaperon the boys bus or the girls bus. Giggling and chatting or wrestling and wedgies? The choice may seem apparent to some of you, but not me. I'm leaning toward wrestling and wedgies, because I think they'll get bored and fall asleep faster. Then again they might throw skittles at each other all night.

Happy Belated Uncle Johnny

We made this Birthday Video to Uncle Johnny for his birthday in January. Right around the time the USB Ports went down. It's the thought that counts right?

Better Living Through Medicine, Damnit.

So I'm on the juice. I was on the Wellbutrin for two weeks before I upped the dose to two a day. (per my doctor's instructions) And the only difference I can tell is that I'm cussing like a sailor. So far my shitty attitude about living in this one horse town has not improved. I'm on the brink of another Letter to the Editor...

POWER TO THE PEOPLE, YOU COWPOKE POLITICAL SHITHEADS!!!!

If my neighbor sends me one more bad political joke, likening my black lab to a welfare recipient I'm gonna burn this mother down. (Thus the trip to Doc Pritchard's for a Happy Pill) I'm renaming this joint Skunk Trails. And how bout the old dude who formally met my husband the other day and said "Oh! I've seen your check in the collection basket and I was wondering who you were!" What the hell. Really? I've got one foot out the door there as well. My best next door neighbor is moving because he's the Athletic Director at the High School (Read Head Football Coach) and god forbid we have a season or two in a row where we don't win district. The last head football coach was shot by a disgruntled parent. And I'm thinking, what have I done? And guess what, you can't write a Letter to the Editor or call BULLSHIT on anything because then your kids will get blackballed. Because you're a nobody. A newbie from somewhere else, whom they're just as happy to see go, as stay.

DAMNSHITASSWIPECRAPPYSHITJACKASSFUUUUUUUUUDDDDGGGE....

And I didn't even give up candy for lent. Imagine it.
(Thanks for letting me get that off my chest. Maybe I can still write all my Letters to the Editor right here.)

On a funnier note, yesterday I was looking for Peach so that we could get ready for our first soccer practice and I couldn't find her.
I said "Ace, where's Peach?"
He says, "She's in her prayer place."
"Her what?"
"Her prayer place."
"Prayer place?"
"Yeah, she built a prayer place outside with bricks."
"Oh! That's nice, is that for lent?"
"What's lent?"

Bum-dum-pah!