I’m really busy, like so busy I have no time for blogging. Actually I could do it after I get home at 10 O’Clock at night but, who would do my homework? Please raise your hand if you would like to do my homework, or scrub my floors, or walk my dog? Either is fine.

Question of the day:

Grocery prices are on the rise, gas prices are through the roof. Why is my paycheck still the same? Who’s getting all this extra money I’m paying?

Cheap compensation follows immediately:

When I said I was not an attractive child I meant it. Do you believe me now? I was also very, very angry; as noted by the scowl. More on that later.

My mother never wanted us to have a dog. She swore that she was bitten as a child and was terrified. I didn’t believe her. Doesn’t every Mom say that? Don’t they all say they walked to school every day in two feet of snow uphill both ways? She felt the same way about bicycles, skateboards, roller-skates and well; anything fun. Funny, she never warned me about drugs, alcohol and cowboys? My life may have turned out different if she would have talked to me about SEX. Oh god, I just wrote about SEX here. I never believed my mother about the dog story until after she died and I found these photos. Wow, that was one bad dog.

Mom, all I have to say is……

Neener, neener, neener — I got a daawwg!!!

Happy Mother’s Day wherever you are.

Hello Kids, Mama has a new post over at Poprockcandymountain.com. Yes that’s an order.

Someone gave me a camera when I was 13. It fulfilled every need I ever had at the moment. A young girl who can’t yet decide between breaking free and staying inside. The camera was my buffer between the scary world I inhabited and the world I dreamed of living in.

One day I took my camera with me and my sister out to the refuge where we walked out dogs on a daily basis. I sat her down in the full afternoon sun handed her some flowers and told her to look down. This beautiful image was the product.

After I took the photo I handed my sister the camera and said, “now do me”. Just at that moment my sister held the camera up and my dog Sally ran by after swimming in the pond and chasing ducks. Sally’s wagging tail smacked me right in the face.

Its not just the my anvil shaped hair, or my unfortunate bone structure or my bad skin. Its the fact that unless I’m given plenty of warning this is how my photographs usually turn out.

That photograph of my sister - I stuck with it because of that one print.