Words from the burbs

The more I study, the less able I am to speak coherent english.  For some reason, I'm totally unable to speak correctly. Now, if you asked me whether something violated the first amendment right to free speech, or free excercise, or both, I could type you a nice little essay up on that bitch. Same thing with dissolution of marriage. And with the 20 day gap period for filing a ucc when there is a purchase money security interest in inventory or equipment. However, in speaking, I'm unable to say the word. Its really wierd. Like, I went to say organized earlier, but said "arah - gonized", and I got accused of calling someone "arrogant". Which is funny. But its not even "freudian slip". Its litterally brain speech disconnect. Thank god this does not translate to the written word. Still got that. I have noticed, that lately I've written down a totally wrong word. Like I'll be thinking "bonds" and write down "beans". WTF?? Do I have a tumour? I think its stress. Am I going to be reduced to pointing and grunting as communicative conduct? I hope not.

Went over to my sisters for a grill out. Got there late b/c I had to study. I had a great time. Its lovely weather tonight. We watched the planes from "Thunder over louisville" as they flew overhead to complete patterns, and the menfolk id'd the planes as they went by. I made mental fun of them, but then I realized, we chicks can spot fashion accessories at 50 feet which is more lame than identifying planes in flight.  "Are those Louboutins? Sweet." "Nah dog, those are knockoffs, look at the buckle." "Good point".

I think my cat is calling in hits on neighborhood cats.  Reason: my cat is a mainly indoor cat but he's allowed on the deck sometimes. Other than that, he's locked in.  During the day, various smaller cats come to the deck and communicate with Mister Kitty from behind the sun room glass doors. For all the world it looks like someone visiting someone in prison. 

Mister Kitty: Don't forget, these communications are watched meow.
Other cat: Yes, boss.
Mister Kitty: Fluffy on Plymouth needs an attitude adjustment, he's skimming from the meow mix syndicate and some birds have moved in on the territory here.
Other cat: Say no more.
Mister Kitty: Ciao Meow.

So I went and got my nails done today.  I have no idea why, but every wierdo from the St. Matthews area was in there getting their nails done (wait! I was there :) ) Anyway, there was this one old woman that was there getting her nails done, and she had a broken arm.  She also had a problem with her nails, in that the acrylic had gotten knocked off during her fall and took half the actual nail with her.  The nail techs were buzzing around trying to get her all situated and at one point for no apparent reason, she pulled out lipstick and started putting lipstick on. Which is a normal thing to do, however, from my profile viewing angle, the lipstick application looked wierd.  The lipstick pushed her lip in really freakily far. Then, when she did that lipstick think whereby women rub their lips together and then smile to see the results, I realized she had no upper teeth. It was really strange. I swear after that I'm flossing more regularly.

On April 5, 2007, was the first day my son was sent home from school for bad behavior.  He vomited on purpose on the Director for not letting him go to small group time.  Zule, who has tried every other disciplinary measure not banned by the Geneva convention has now started taking toys away for bad behavior.  That seems to be working. 

I'm covered in poison ivy :(

To answer your question EvilRandar, I've always wanted to be the Cleaver mom, I just lacked the ability to really pull it off. Luckily, I've been studying how other people do stuff and have become quite handy in the home economics department.  In 7th grade, I failed home ec.  I considered it pointless. Little did I know all that shit is the underpining of a happy and productive household. 
I woke up yesterday at 7 ish, because the cat was standing on my head crying. I fed the cat, made some coffee, and sat around for a little bit. Then, I worked in the yard for three hours and got a red neck from the sun.  Sweatone made a book about the easter bunny and Dbot sat around with her best friend.  I then clipped about 15 dollars worth of coupons, including a five dollar off coupon at shoe carnival. Then, I took the kids to the movies. Dbot and her best friend went and saw blades of glory, and Sweatone and I watched the 3D version of Meet the Robinsons.  To watch this movie, you have to put on these glasses. Sweatone put them on and he looked like a little Elton John. He sat there stunned during the movie and did not wiggle at all or talk, which is surprising. It was really cute to watch him reach out to try to touch the things that the 3 D rendering apparently thrust out.  Then we went to shoe carnival, where Dbot tried to convince me to buy her 4 inch hooker shoes.  That did not fly.  Later that evening, I went to Storytelling at Molly Malone's, which was fun, but I had to leave at 10, b/c of my early class this morning.  I gave my friend Mel the five dollar coupon, b/c I don't forsee needing it at shoe carnival presently.