Life is Short

There you go. I like this one too... hes so fancy

So then... we got into this conversation this evening, after the market team had arrived home and we had lounged skulkingly in the back of the van, hiding, and eatting cherries.
My friend said that apparently (APPARENTLY, not factually) if you could tie a knot in a cherry stem with your tongue, it made you an expert kisser. Well. I had no doubts about my kissing skills (NOTE I did NOT say that I had amazingly insanely good kissing skills. I just said I had no doubt about them) but I decided to try it anyways. Heh. 4 tries, and 4 stems later, I had produced a grand total of 4 knots... YAY YAY!! Gosh. And it doesnt prove anything, except to prove that trying to tye knots in cherry stems cramps your tongue.
Feast your eyes on this succulent looking cherry. It might make up for the less than succulent post.
Cheers

A few pix from last WNR... (except the rain one, which we took in a moment of insanity when it started pouring out of nowhere... and I was standing in the front yard...) Meshu thinks one retarded one of me is the best (fuf I say!!) I think the most brilliant ones are of her... the two I´ve posted. (She looks absolutely seductive in the last one no? :D shes gna kill me now.. heh) There were some other really gud ones... but shes got them on her blog anyways so its a waste of time to upload them here when you could just GO THERE!! Keehee.. Aren´t my sunnies just WICKED?? *big cheesy grin*

Right so Meshu and I had the kids all day cuz Adam and Esty were on WNR... so I was wracking my brain trying to think up something original to do... and therefore.. we had a "picnic" in the garage.
We ate chips and guacamole dip and told stories about King Jemima and Queen Rupert (blame mishu. I dont generally tell stories about gender confused royalty [akkk shes gna kill me!!!]). And all in all... it was great fun. Even Antwone had a giddily joyful grin plastered on his face... ooh wait... that must have been from.. erm.. that drink..? he had? erm.. yeah.... it was great fun. :D

Bah I loved her boots... partially cuz they were entirely cute, and partially cuz they gave me a reason to beg the camera off of Mishu again... meh, heh. Looks like Amelia didnt mind all that much.. she seemed rather pleased with the idea (just incase you COULDNT TELL. Like duh. She´s extatic) Meshu squished up amelia´s legs extra in an attempt to make her look cuter (I think it made her look like a giant marshmellow) but shes cute anyhows. Doesnt matter if she looks like a marshmellow in a bright red dress and booties. Meshu thinks im wierd. Shed better keep a lid on it if she wants any more adorable pix of her daughter. I tell you, if SHE took pix of amelia, they´d come out JUST like her ironing. :D

yeh yeh i know I´m incredibly cheesy... but... but... I LIKE THE SONG!!
So put a sock in it. And enjoy ;)

We went out on bicycles today. We went on bicycles today, just like any other day. What made this cycling day so different than all the others? Madame Meshu Peshu came along. Now Meshu Peshu does not like bicycles. She doesn´t like downhills. I like downhills. What to do? Go downhill? But of course. The reaction was near akin to the cataclysm.
Meshu: Mel we will NEVER again go down that hill. What would happen if I died? Who would take care of Amelia?
Me: Gosh, I dunno
Timmy: (staring off into space scraping plastered-fly off of the front of his bike)
Meshu: NO ONE!! We must NEVER NEVER NEVER go downhill again
Me (thinking to myself): Geez we´´ll NEVER go into town again seeing as its ALL downhill... (to Meshu:) k fine. Just dont crash again or Tim will have to tow us back home cuz you´ll be dead and I´ll have passed out from fright and mental melt-down.
Meshu (after cycling for some time): Do mothers in comatose still produce milk?

Yes, on the way home we left the "beaten paths" for the "mountain peaks which are for the mighty". In other words, we didnt go downhill on the normal road like normal people. We went along the top side of the underpass, where there WAS no road, and we trecked thru the bushes and over the railway (Meshu [after climbing over wall that separates train tracks from road and commenting on my being worried of being splattered all over the tracks if a train comes]: Mel dont scare me like that. What if I was still on the tracks???????? Me: Uh... Meshu... im STILL ON THE TRACKS.)

GOSH.

Least I wont wander from the straight and narrow. I´ll be too busy keeping Meshu away from inclines.

It might turn to civil war. The different parties have been fighting and the home there is right in the middle. Here´s an update my mom just sent me: we had all out war all yesterday, all night and some of today, here in our area. It was machine gun fire, grenades and rockets continuously and we cant leave the house or even get close to windows and balconies. There has been a bit of a lull in the fighting this morning, but now during rest-time it started up again. We had sort of hoped that it was all over, but it seems this is not the case yet, so keep praying.

Come on now, I know it´s not the GREATEST, but hey, with the camera i was working with, you gotta say, it´s pretty good (Not saying your camera´s not good mishu... just not made for this type of thing :D ) erm... yeh... just waiting for the day i´ll get my VERY OWN camera... sigh... I can hardly wait for the daaaaaay.....

From the BOD:
I have been working on my second album for the last 2 months or so, and the time has come for me record it,
but one of the homes that Im going to record it at is rather skeptical about the idea.
Alot of the home members are a little bit hesitant to let me record it as theyre not exsactly metal lovers, if you know what I mean, but I think they will have a change of heart when they know exsactly how many young people like and enjoy this aggressive genere.
So to all family metal lovers, I need your names!(your full names) to help back me on the production of this album. Spread this message far and wide! send it to all of your contacts in your address book. post it on your blog. this album depends on YOU. if you dont care for it then dont sign. but if you want to hear this album then please sign.
sign here
http://meditationmoments.blogspot.com/
just type your name under this post.

(By Mishu & I)

Baked beans and lady´s fingers
Oranges and chicken wingers
Jelly beans and apricot dingers
Are more than enough to tun on singers.

Apple cores and mango slices
Papya cakes and chocolate mices
Peachy pie and furry spices
Will make your bowels heave in crises.

Chewing gum and stinky cheese
Lambs brain and coffee sneeze
Slurpys cause serious brain freeze
And swan´s paté´s made when you squeeze.

Fishies eggs and pizza pie
Creamy frogs and slimy lye
Tapioka that you deep fry
Will make your tongue fall off and die.

Crunchy jello and gooey fences
Makes your belly want heavy defences
And you certainly cant eat things like benches
Cuz none of this can make any senses

Once upon a time, God decided to have a good laugh. And as he laughed, a creature started to form. Blonde hair, (note, BLONDE) blue eyes, cherub-red lips, gorgeous beauty, Mia was born. And she was blonde (which is a good thing people, I´m blonde too - Naturally) And God saw it, and it was good. That day was 18 years ago, which makes today, her BIRTHDAY!! So happy birthday Mia darling, I´m so privileged to have grown up with you (even tho, yes we DID hate eachother for a grand long time) And to still know you, who knows where we´ll go from here?? Love you tons and hope you have a grand day!!

Here´s another poem I wrote today... after having a chat with a good friend on the topic. Just my thoughts on the matter. You decide.

My two me´s.
They´re both inside
The wrong and the terribly right.

My two me´s.
Both completely true
Seen by many or just a few.

My two me´s.
Fighting inside me.
The dark making the light flee.

My two me´s.
Trapped together now;
Neither being the one to bow.

My two me´s.
Crying just to be
Tired of hiding what is simply me.

My two me´s.
Dying for respite
Begging rest from all this fight.

My two me´s.
Evil hideously mine
Feeling light fleetingly fine

My two me´s.
Never again to doubt
Evil´s hand moving me to shout

My two me´s
All this world will give
Left me but half a life to live.

Right here we go. We´ve begun painting the house... its rather fun, tho of course alot of work (SIGH) but ptl. It´s coming along quite nicely :D we´re all successfully covered in paint. This´s the first of the videos we took (in that period of my life when my "painting" clothes still had some color... now theyre white)