Que Cera, Cera,

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whatever will be, will be


the future's not ours to see


que cera, cara

NO!

i didn't write about my opinion today. i didn't mention roe v. wade in any form and in fact don't care to publish my opinion. because it's my opinion that my opinion doesn't matter.
whatever we think, our government will continue to govern what it is acceptaple to think...
motorcycle helmets and seatbelts save lives. the research is out there. intelligent people can make their own decisions. but it's not that simple. those who "choose" not to wear their safety gear are fined. it's the law. perhaps it causes more people to make the safety choice- it is the law. but where is the choice?
kalifornia is about to outlaw spanking. big concerns- how does the law monitor what happens in the home? this law will only affect broken homes in which one parent elects an elder sibling to become a spy and eventually testify against their other parent in court.
trust me, i have experience in this field.
so who's responsibility is it to make educated decisions? certainly not the citizens of america, no, it must me the government's responsibility to tell us what choices are intelligent (and lawful) to make. fuck prohibition. fuck safety laws. i am still paying of my fucking student loans and nearly ready to enter into a state of being a student. i am intelligent enough to make my own decisions. mr. k is not a schoolboy, never was. but he took his schooling from the streets and he's intelligent enough to make his own decisions.
ok that's a bit of a rant.
*off soap box*
better publish this before i lose my nerve

as if reality weren't enough...

there are two new famous boys, thanks to simon cowell bollocking them on live t.v. the cowell comment said something about the one kid looking like some kind of a monkey, and yes, the kid had 'tard eyes (i wish i had a photo, but on the third glass of wine and it being sleepytime soon...)
i know the real world of auditions are not pretty, but really i think si and friends have got too comfy in their little hobby hole. autonomous little fuckers. even prissy paula abdul cannot possibly excuse her behavior (propogating buly behavior by doing nothing). which brings me to a point- the state of american relationships is in severe trouble because americans actually believe that it is OK to act like people do on t.v.
for instance: it is ok to be sarcastic and rude to those whom you love because it is funny and laugh track follows. and i'm only speaking of so-called "sit-coms."
don't get me started on so-called "reality tv."
if this is reality, i need to move to morocco.
so here we are, in the 21st century, and what do we have?
GREASE
fuck all y'all. right. you are putting your career and reputation on the line. and getting buko exposure in the process! cry me a fucking river!
even if you choose the biggest idiots to play sandy and danny, half of new york will still pay top dollar to see this production as it was on TV. it cannot fail. and the winners are likely plants anyway, so who cares about the outcome?
i may call simi valley my hometown, but as i move farther and farther away, the place i grew up blends further and further into greater Los Angeles. the town of plastic. the california smile. the phoniness i could only appriciate fully from a vantage point in the middle of nowhere. and the more i see of it on tv, the more i resent the place. how could i possibly equate my 29 years of experience with reality? what frame of reference do i have? there is so much in the rest of the world, and i have seen so little of it! i am already itching to get out of here... and not because i don't like it. i love it here. i could get quite comfortable here. but comfort doesn't allow one perspective- and i'm itching to see what else is out there for me. what other experiences... what other perspectives. it's all a matter of point of view. there are so many vistas in this world and i have only stood on a few.
i know i'm going to have more stamps in my passport, but now i have to wait for a bit. it's a refreshing point of view for me- i came here with the idea of growing some roots. but i now realize that's not what i'm here for. and the next time mr. k says, "it's time to go..." my answer will be. "where next?" instead of, "do we have to???"

SNOW DAY!

played hooky from work today didn't feel like spinning out on charleston rd.
and in other news...
CGI has made some major improvements- almost life like.
so... movies are going to suck for a while. until the stories catch up with the technology.
maybe i'm really just a book person, perhaps that's why i prefer listening to TV to actually watching it...

effing snow

I can't believe how effing cold it is. and it's been snowing for an hour. yeah it was fine and all for this to happen on a saturday morning when i could run about and take photos and make a giant snowball to put in the freezer. but tomorrow is monday, which means 5 am, pilates, and driving to work! and excuse me if i am not still a california girl at heart, at least a california driver. i cannot trek through snow, sleet, and black ice to get to work. i am not risking a car accident (i like my little yellow car, she is seven this august) for work. so here is my car, and it's only been snowing for one hour...

as you can see, it is snowing as i type. and as i look out the window, i see people driving around. weirdos.
the upside of all this is i don't have to clean the floor for a few days, why when it is so muddy and wet? so glad we have fake-wood-lino in the single wide. so easy to clean.

poor gnomes!

this photo speaks for itself...

in other news

In addition to learning how to plan the novel i have also had a new awakeing: my last computer went to sleep one day and never woke up...
all of my story fragments
...gone...
but it's really more like a new beginning.
starting over
from fresh

NEXT!

Here is a photo of the house- I bet nobody’s seen that side of the house in six years…


Here is a photo of me (freezing my ASS off) in Quartzite…

Here is a photo of my new friend and I….

We’ll call her miss dii for the time being and that will become apparent later… “Wii!”

So it’s really nice having a friend here. The boys at work, call us NTC and OTC, that means “new” and “original” Teacher Candy…

More on the boys later.

The neat thing is that Miss Dii and I have joined a sorority. Actually, she’s got a binder and I guess that makes her a pledge… and I’ve just gone to my first meeting.

Also she has a nintendo wii and we made characters called mii and marz, they look and move like veggie tales! their hands are not quite attached and it's a hoot playing sport with veggie tales.

but of course they are custom veggie tales, you get to make them look like you (to a point) and pick things like freckles and favorite color ...
anyway i am now obsessed, miss dii and i get together and play all the time!
Right. Love Y'all
and missi missi

The two day haul

On Dec 28th, K and I set out to bring the travel trailer from CA to AZ. We knew it would be a 2 day trip as it was quite a haul for the truck to pull, and since we were hauling a bed and bathroom along, it really made sense to take the trip in two goes.
When we arrived here, I created an amazing anecdote of the trip saved as a word document (as opposed to saving said draft online) and my computer was promptly eaten by a trojan horse.
K being the genius he is was able to save the pictures, but unfortunately, MY DOCUMENTS was not so easy to access. Easy geeks, he does know how to do it, but it would be a crack and he has enough to chew on right now. but that is another story for another day... so for now i'm trying not to think about all the stories i'd written which are now vapor. ah well, it looks like its time for a new beginning.
so back to the story...
I will post some pics later of the caravan, its a hoot! it took us about 7 hours to make quartzite (after a short stop in a mini mall in Acton where we very nearly had to stay due to traffic- but owing to K's skills, we were able to muscle out of there!) in quartzite we were debating whether it was logical to camp at 7 PM with no TV and nothing else to do. after deciding to carry on with the journey, k's yorkshire radar (cheep cheep) went off and he pulled into what looked like an RV park with a homemade sign. the "office" was a little white caravan in spot #1. i knocked on the door and inquired about the price of an overnight (we had already established a motel room would be $50, and they had no parking for a 35' rig) she told me don't worry about it and merry xmas! K was over the moon.
we asked where we could get a beer and a meal and they reccommended "silly al's" 3 miles down the road. we walked (we weren't in LA!) and had a GREAT time.
There was a cow boy playing a turn on the stage and we got good beer and excellent garlic bread! in addition, i danced with a one-armed cow boy with the word "dude" embroidered in his denim collared shirt. (his left arm was prosthetic, which was convenient for dancing. he was a stellar dancer and was able to direct me on the floor!) he also had the manners to ask K if he could dance w/ me and walk me back to the table and thank K for the opportunity.
after dancing with dude, we noticed my mom's doppleganger was also on the dance floor. weird. of course mom wanted to know if we had a photo- oh yeah, life-size picture of that one, "excuse me, you look just like my mom, could i take a photo?" and to be honest, i didn't know how scary she was up close. didn't want to send mom THAT photo (she could have been a twin-from across a smoke filled dimly lit room!)
well, it's time to put myself to bed. i've been putting it off as i have to sleep alone tonight, K is back in CA watching the H channel and i have to work tomorrow. but i'll leave you with this: i've been hanging out with english teachers and i've finally figured out what i need to do to write my first novel. duh. i have to PLAN it. anywhoo, i'll keep y'all posted. could be a best seller.