My absolutely wonderful husband

popped in on me again this saturday morning about 4AM. this time only one of the doors were locked, so i only got half a lecture. I had spent friday night drinking all by myself and playing around under the stars... so at that time in the morning all i was really good for was a grunt or two. i did manage to get up and get us a couple of waters. of course i was up early ... i had things to do!
The night before, my new friend L and i had gone to tuscon to go to the airport. we had left shortly after i arrived home from work, and planned to be there, shopping, until the plane landed at quarter till seven. you see, Tuscon is about an hour away (1 1/2 hours in the rain, and it was pouring!) and in tuscon is the nearest trader joes, costco, and a discount fabric store that boasts lace for 99c... a card! (i know certain people that are really excited about that!) so with the cooler loaded in the back of the suburban, we were off! L hadn't driven much in the last three years (she was only eligible for getting her license in the states recently- she moved here from england)
so anyway, true to form, we arrived just as the plane was landing. The passengers were picking up their cases so we looked all over, but her friends were nowhere to be seen. we went upstairs, we went downstairs. we checked the flight info AGAIN. no luck. we were petrified. so we went to the desk to check. sure enough, they had boarded the plane. sure enough, there had been some sort of unidentified threat to the plane. they landed the plane in bangor, maine.
this is the flight they were on!
so upon hearing that they would not be in tuscon until the next morning, L and i trekked home, in need of strong medicine (beer) and hatching a new plan in our minds. you see, this was no ordinary visitor to the bordello, this couple had come all the way from england to dress up as an indian, hire a horse, stoll down allen street, and have a standoff with L's husbad, D, in his full cowboy regalia for cameras and such. the original plan was to sneak the indian into the bordello under the cover of night, allow him to breakfast and dress in the am while D was out at the flea market, then surprise him as he was walking into town. now we could not very well sneak him past D in the broad daylight! so after picking them up at the airport, L dropped off the indian and his wife at my sparkling clean trailer (hence getting up early!) where they commenced to open every case they had in search of the right attire. this was the scene at my place on sat afternoon...

yes, he did eventually put on a shirt.
the next thing that happend is i drove the indians to one end of allen st on my pickup to meet the horse. the horse clopped down allen st, many tourists took photos, the indian waved and relished in the attention. i had three cameras around my neck in order to capture the momentus occasion. at the right moment, i directed the indian to the dragoon saloon and ran around the block to catch the moment from the other side.
it all went off without a hitch, and D put on the best performance at all- he had overheard about the "surprise" months earlier- but still put on quite a show for the indian. not to mention, the glass of single malt whiskey he had waiting when i arrived!
good show D!

My Man is SOOOOOO FUCKIN COOL!

So anyway, I have been a batchelorette for three weeks now. I mean i have been alone. just me and the cat. and my friends, D&L who own an awesome bed & breakfast in town INSERT SHAMELESS PLUG HERE and usually have me over for dinner so i can save myself from another can of beans (I can cook, really. I just don't cook for one, unless i feel like eating the same thing for a week).
But i digress! so friday night i went over to their place because L has asked me to join up with an organization she is a part of. we watched some dvd's of the club they owned in england. cool. went to bed early (what else ammigonnado?) and saturday got a lot done. did all the laundry, brushed and groomed the horses, graded papers, cleaned the house and scrubbed the bathroom. later that evening, i was getting drunk all by myself and decided i would be better spending my time sleeping, so i could wake up early and be productive (you have weird ideas when you are all alone.)
So 'round about two in the morning, i hear a noise. i don't know what woke me up, but i realized there was someone in my house! do i go for the gun? do i hide in the bathroom and call 911? no. none of these thoughts crossed my mind. now we all know what i'm going to do when someone breaks in: i stumbled down the hall in my underwear (maybe i was hoping to SCARE them away?) and what to my wondering eyes should appear?
My K walking down my hallway. so i did what any self-respecting girl would do... i screamed and ran into his arms. standing in the living room was my mom! way cool, K. so we all stayed up until about four in the morning, drinking beers and chatting about whatever came to mind. it came out that they were only there for a coupla days. in fact, they've just left now :(
perhaps it won't be three weeks this time!

I hate dial up and i hate computers. i somehow pressed the "repost as index only" button and if anyone wants to read my most recent rant, they have to look at my archives for AUGUST.
it's there three times. i will try again to get it up here, im kinda sick of looking at that pic of me in the pink dress anyway

OK. So I admit. I am a paparazzi supporter. It's one of my many vices (well, only IF you count drinking, smoking, and SEX). Does internet sex count? nevermind.
as i was saying, i have to confess, i support all nearly half the worlds Sattelites. Embarrasing, but true. I actually subscribe to one of these rags. if you must know the truth, i can solve the crossword, and it is useful reading in the bathroom.
Alright. so. to the point.
BURIED in between the riveting gossip headlines, "Nicole Looks Pregnant!" and "Kirsten's Hair 911" is a FOUR page spread (stories in this rag are usually 1-2 pages long, short attention span theatre) entitled, "Paris says: Curves are HOT!" the article features a picture of Miss Hilton in jeans (she might be up to a size 4.)and includes in interview in which she states, "LIfe is too short to be worrying about diets," and admits to indulging in taco bell (she's got the chihuahua), mcdonald's, and cupcakes. The four-pager goes on to show pictures and "estimates weights" of hollywood mavens which have reportedly gained weight despite the norm....
so here i think, ok. this is pretty good. it's a start anyway, maybe some high school girls will read this article and fall in love with their own features rather than falling prety to "water diets" and such the like.
No.
I could not be so lucky.
like ALL hollywood fads, this was short-lived. on the cover of the very next week's issue, "THE NEW DIET PILL: A new secret ingredient helps stars lose weight fast without feeling hungry! Plus, more celeb diet tricks!"
on the cover were: Carmen Electra, Janet Jackson, and Linsday Lohan.
the good thing is inside the same rag were photos of Miss Hilton in a bathing suit, and she doesn't look like she's starving herself anymore. i might actually believe she's sworn off sex!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ha ha ha

OK. So I admit. I am a paparazzi supporter. It's one of my many vices (well, only IF you count drinking, smoking, and SEX). Does internet sex count? nevermind.
as i was saying, i have to confess, i support all nearly half the worlds Sattelites. Embarrasing, but true. I actually subscribe to one of these rags. if you must know the truth, i can solve the crossword, and it is useful reading in the bathroom.
Alright. so. to the point.
BURIED in between the riveting gossip headlines, "Nicole Looks Pregnant!" and "Kirsten's Hair 911" is a FOUR page spread (stories in this rag are usually 1-2 pages long, short attention span theatre) entitled, "Paris says: Curves are HOT!" the article features a picture of Miss Hilton in jeans (she might be up to a size 4.)and includes in interview in which she states, "LIfe is too short to be worrying about diets," and admits to indulging in taco bell (she's got the chihuahua), mcdonald's, and cupcakes. The four-pager goes on to show pictures and "estimates weights" of hollywood mavens which have reportedly gained weight despite the norm....
so here i think, ok. this is pretty good. it's a start anyway, maybe some high school girls will read this article and fall in love with their own features rather than falling prety to "water diets" and such the like.
No.
I could not be so lucky.
like ALL hollywood fads, this was short-lived. on the cover of the very next week's issue, "THE NEW DIET PILL: A new secret ingredient helps stars lose weight fast without feeling hungry! Plus, more celeb diet tricks!"
on the cover were: Carmen Electra, Janet Jackson, and Linsday Lohan.
the good thing is inside the same rag were photos of Miss Hilton in a bathing suit, and she doesn't look like she's starving herself anymore. i might actually believe she's sworn off sex!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ha ha ha

OK. So I admit. I am a paparazzi supporter. It's one of my many vices (well, only IF you count drinking, smoking, and SEX). Does internet sex count? nevermind.
as i was saying, i have to confess, i support all nearly half the worlds Sattelites. Embarrasing, but true. I actually subscribe to one of these rags. if you must know the truth, i can solve the crossword, and it is useful reading in the bathroom.
Alright. so. to the point.
BURIED in between the riveting gossip headlines, "Nicole Looks Pregnant!" and "Kirsten's Hair 911" is a FOUR page spread (stories in this rag are usually 1-2 pages long, short attention span theatre) entitled, "Paris says: Curves are HOT!" the article features a picture of Miss Hilton in jeans (she might be up to a size 4.)and includes in interview in which she states, "LIfe is too short to be worrying about diets," and admits to indulging in taco bell (she's got the chihuahua), mcdonald's, and cupcakes. The four-pager goes on to show pictures and "estimates weights" of hollywood mavens which have reportedly gained weight despite the norm....
so here i think, ok. this is pretty good. it's a start anyway, maybe some high school girls will read this article and fall in love with their own features rather than falling prety to "water diets" and such the like.
No.
I could not be so lucky.
like ALL hollywood fads, this was short-lived. on the cover of the very next week's issue, "THE NEW DIET PILL: A new secret ingredient helps stars lose weight fast without feeling hungry! Plus, more celeb diet tricks!"
on the cover were: Carmen Electra, Janet Jackson, and Linsday Lohan.
the good thing is inside the same rag were photos of Miss Hilton in a bathing suit, and she doesn't look like she's starving herself anymore. i might actually believe she's sworn off sex!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ha ha ha

I am no longer a Tombstone Virgin!

my new friend, L, Dressed me up in one of here saloon girl costumes and we went for karaoke. Had a brill time... can't wait to do it again.

In other news.............

It rained again today. ok, i get it. monsoon. but this was a STORM! no kidding. it was pouring rain. the lightning was soooo close! but i didn't get a shot. i will, though. for sure. someday. here are the poor mammals...

on the upside, there are some really amazing sunrises here.

Sodium Laryl/Laureth Sulfates

Just thought i'd share a new find. In case you don't know, the above mentioned ingredient (common in shampoos, soaps, and anything you put on your body that foams) can cause the yeastie beasties. if you can't find soaps without, honest, it is better to wash with warm water only "down there."
ok, so many of us are aware that LUSH sells sulfate-free products - for a price (imported from the UK). good news!

I have found a product for less than five dollars that boasts the same (and smells really good too). I got the lavender, but there is grapefruit and another. you can get find out more here.
YAY!

Ever wonder how goats make friends?

Don't be jealous ...

It's only four days worth!

"I've seen hell freeze over."

"This is my version of hell," he said to me in the taco bell line, "all the plants have spines, all the bugs sting or bite, and it's hot and dry and windy. and i've seen it freeze over! That's what i tell my family back home..."
He- was a young military guy, stationed at huacuca, and braving the monsoon at lunchtime. he was unable to get back to bisbee as the hwy was washed out?! is this the middle of summer? weird. if that wasn't weird enough, look what i found in the bathroom last night-

bigger and better bugs, i tell you.

So here i am.

been a rediculously busy week, spent the most of it trying not to fall asleep. i am serious when i say that teachers "professional development" is about the dryest thing on the planet. here they are, trying to present new ways of engaging students and keeping their interest, and the most creative thing they can think of is a power point presentation. and the library was just a little warm. and the hard wooden chair did not prevent me from passing out. I am sure it was all riveting information. but i guess i missed that part.

and then i got my keys, and my chance to unpack all my teacher boxes. it turns out i have one shared classroom, and one shared office. cool. so i carved out my little niche from among the rubble this afternoon in the office. the classroom was a little better, i set up my little desk in front of a tower of boxes and filing cabinets that i am hoping will move sometime in the beginning of the week when my new roommate comes back from her summer vacation. as for my office space, i have a little island of sanity in a sea of chaos. i have arranged my desk against the wall so i don't have to look at it!
that's the thing about special education. we always get stuck with the leftovers- desks, supplies, everything that nobody wants anymore. since it is so hard to get, say, a paperclip, we never throw anything away. hence, piles of unused and unwanted things in my shared office.

am getting settled into my new home, and into my new spaces. get to meet the students on wednesday, and i'm really excited about that.