OK - thought you would all enjoy this.... CLIQUES - they still have them get a load of these names!!!

Goody two shoes

Prom queen(ies)

Teasers

Jock

Whiner

Drama Mama

Teacher's Pet

Gossip

Slacker

P e r f e c t o

Druggie

Granola ...

Glamour - Puss

Braniacs

Greasers

Pig Pens

Minions

Marilyn Manson's

So have any of us changed from what CLIQUE we were in 5, 10, ok 20 years ago - I don't know hmmm. What was I - a Braniac?... Now I know I wasn't a Perfecto. Not a Drama Mama and No NOT a JOCK!! I know hard to believe. Me not a Jock. I was sometimes called mayabe a bit of a teacher's pet or a bit of a "tease" (no I won't go there) hmmm. Now Torrey didn't put down Band Geek - I was one of those. I'm sure I was a NOT a Greaser and I'm not sure what a Glamour Puss is but I'm pretty sure they used me a lot for rides in to get places since I had a car. So in high school that left me with....

Minion

Defined:

min·ion (mnyn) KEY NOUN:
An obsequious follower or dependent; a sycophant.
A subordinate official.
One who is highly esteemed or favored; a darling.

Thesaurus:

One who supports and adheres to another: adherent, cohort, disciple, follower, henchman, partisan, satellite, supporter. See over, precede
A person who is much loved: beloved, darling, dear, honey, love, precious, sweet, sweetheart, truelove. Informal: sweetie. Idiom: light of one's life. See love

It's me - I was the head of this kind of clique - I just wanted to make the top dog look better!! I just wanted to be the follower that made the official shine!!

It also meant I didn't get the credit and I get used and crapped on - oh well...some things don't change I guess!.

Thank you Torrey for letting me share you list of "Cliques" of today and letting me find where I fit in. Thank God I'm not a Pig Pen!! and just for the Record - You are a Drammma Mamma?

Love you my drammmmma girl!!

THE SON.. His Soccer Days.... are slowing down

Check it out... what a sharp team!!
now check out the fergiskids over on the link for more pictures of the soccer team!!

check out http://fergssoundingboard.blogspot.com/

OK, It's been three days and I miss you!! Who am I going to just walk in on for five minutes and steal an apple and then leave.....

Ok, it's not that your apples taste better (but they did) and it's not that your husband ever really did talk to me (but he always had a really nice thing to say and it was always positive). It wasn't that I didn't silently enjoy that your life was just as messy as mine could be (yes it is ok to have crayons on the floor and cut outs of pictures from magazine that your daughter thinks might be important and talking with friends is WAY more important than cleaning dishes!! Ok... I have lasted three days... (maybe)

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=riN46TZYTyk

I have read my book... the one you gave to me... The one called "IT's Not That Easy Being Green" (funny you would find a book that I would like so easily since June 6th I only dedicated a whole blog to kermit and that subject). When you told me about the fact that you almost bought me that book before knowing about that blog that was when I really knew you knew the real me. So.... This is me saying goodbye to you. Kermit Style!!

First of all. I bow my head to you and ask for forgiveness that my last blog was a bit, well, on the PG 13ish side. But you know.... how I felt about the fat cow... you also know how I feel about music and how it touches the soul and how inside it tears apart at a man/child/woman and how at one point when I heard about it (the song being used) and what was done it tore me apart. To know that a song like that was being used as a joke, a sinful corruptive sickening not laughable joke.

Now, about Susane.... In one word how would I describe you.... Hmmmm
you won't like it - but HEALER - ok I was going to say BANDAID but since I am allergic to Latex I didn't want to cause a problem but basically you always seem to have a solution and you always seem to know how to fix the problem.

So.... three days and I'm still without Apples (ok good ones that are stolen).

In my great little GREEN book you gave me, which I take everywhere (ok you know I'm not going anywhere but my front bench) one of the characters says something that I thought I would share with you and everyone!

But, you've heard enough. Now, it's time for you to listen. Go and find your songs.
--- Cantus Fraggle

Sounds like You talking to me doesn't it!!

I am moving on - I do need to find my songs.

I should have listened more closely to you 10 months ago. I sure as HELL (ooops) wish Andrew would have listened to you then, too. I should have listened to you 9 months ago, 8 months ago... and I could go on but you always stood by me and you were always there to catch me and hold my head up high!! You PUNCHED when it was appropriate (he still has the bruises) you loved us as a family we loved you as a family. You are the only person in Misawa that has seen me at my highest and my lowest and you are someone who really KNOWS who she is and I wouldn't change a thing about you.

In the "Jim Henson" book Ray Charles wrote about the song "It's not easy being green" that the song is about knowing who you are. And in it you hear Jim's message most clearly. He believed that people are good and that they want to do their best and that no matter how or why we might be different from anybody else, we should learn to love who we are and be proud of it!!
You are going somewhere where everyone is different!! Go with it!
I mean - Look - you already have YODA - how more different can you get!!
You are a REAL WORLD FRIEND!! I MISS YOU!!!
Thank YOU!! I LOVE YOU

IT WON'T STICK!!! ok... compose myself....

Ok, now many of you don't know this about me but my family does know that I have a big, big problem....
I hate... no, that is too harsh of a word... I can't stand... no, again that is not the right word.... I have no LOVE for any kind of tape unless it is QUALITY TAPE. IT HAS TO STICK!!!
Now, why does this come up right now....
Well, I had to look high and low for some quality SCOTCH tape to tape up some FOR SALE signs for my PRAIRIE JOY Car.
SO many to choose from:

Now - I can say I have had hissy fits when using brand X to try and wrap Christmas presents and I can say that I have given up clearly on ever using brand X in my home and have been known to throw a few rolls of them away (yes, money down the drain).
So.... Do I care that 3M got it right and SCOTCH is the only brand that I care to use? NOPE - but if you want to buy me something, I would be just as happy with a good old pack of SCOTCH tape.
You could say it is a sticky subject in my house.... And I now can rest easy knowing those signs on the windows of my car will not fall off in the middle of the night because they are stuck on by my favorite tape.

So Grandma likes the Black Cat......

Ok, now after my Big Cow Blog My MOM thought she should, of course, get a name of her own. But since I was no longer friends with the person that "named" me, we had to come up with a name on our own. So we looked hard (ok not that hard) and she found the gorgeous picture of this black cat with the white tummy (all the better to say my what do "you' have under there my dear. The cat has very piercing eyes and a very straight tail that says DON'T you mess with me. Now, in my mom's younger days she had the kind of straight black hair that you would have called velvet black. And since it turned a bit white, I guess she picked the right cat for her. ISN'T SHE THE MOST GORGEOUS CAT! There were the other Cats - they look too snobbish and to stuckup!! My mom is the real deal (check out the black and white blog from previous post - can't you see her golden goodness just stream from her). She would do anything for any one!! I have the greatest mom in the world (Oops, greatest Black and White cat in the world) and yes... she owns and black and white cat. hm

So all of you out there that feel that you have been picked on or someone has called you something, pick your own picture, there are plenty to choose from. Here are all that I downloaded and then check out her webpage.

Signing off the fat cow (a little less fat with 45 pounds gone) and still waggin' that tail back and forth and back and forth and batting those eyes.

to understand the FAT COW BLOG go to JUNE 18 BLOG

http://www.karenfincannon.com/cowpaint.htm

THIS is WHY I LAUGH through the TEARS and SMILE through the SORROW....

DO YOU SEE IT!! DO YOU SEE THE HAIR CUT!! HE DID IT!! Torrey and Corbin Finally made it to the Beauty Parlor or Cut and Parm as they call it here and got their hair done. They are so strong!! They were so funny to watch today. Check out their blow by blow in their Fergiskidsblog attached to this blog for more pictures - it's a hoot!!

It's funny. I'm sitting here after downloading all these silly pictures geting ready to get all these pictures up that I know all the family have been waiting to see back at home (really the ones of Corbin getting his hair cut) and all I can hear is Andrew's snoring and heart beating, the ticking of my watch, the slamming of doors outside and the typing of my fingers and realize it is so quiet right now. No music, no nothing. Just me and the computer typing away to just all of you out there in the world. Wondering if anyone out there really understands anything I am typing. Hopefully, some of you like MOM are jumping up for joy that Corbin got his hair cut (sorry it's not any shorter).

Previous - stumblings of rant removed (confuses the kin folks) please enjoy the following - Appropriately - the Sounds of Silence

Facts =

Truth - Truth will come out eventually, it always does

Psalms 15:1 O LORD, who may abide in Your tent? Who may dwell on Your holy hill? 2 He who walks with integrity, and works righteousness, And speaks truth in his heart. 3 He does not slander with his tongue, Nor does evil to his neighbor, Nor takes up a reproach against his friend; 4 In whose eyes a reprobate is despised, But who honors those who fear the LORD; He swears to his own hurt and does not change; 5 He does not put out his money at interest, Nor does he take a bribe against the innocent. He who does these things will never be shaken.

THIS SURE AIN'T APRIL BUT IT FEELS LIKE IT AGAIN...

WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot
The drought of March hath pierced to the root,
And bathed every vein in such licour,
Of which virtue engender'd is the flower;

Caterbury Tales - Chaucer

Ok, to those of you that know me, those of you that are my friends those of you that actually care you know that April I was a wilted flower. I was drained. I was as low as low could be. Drained as much as anyone could ever be physically drained. All the showers from March in Hawaii could not even begin to start filling me because the drought of the past months had pierced clear through to my root. Had pierced my inner being. Had pierced my soul.

I tasted those showers in Hawaii. I felt them on my face everywhere I went - it was sweet and all but it did nothing to fill me up. Then slowly I was able to nourish myself through other ways not just through the rain of April but through the great strength of family and friends. I was finding I was able to stand up for myself getting stronger. I was finding the sweetness of finding myself, finding my husband and finding my kids again. Finding myself through TRUTH. Through the TRUTH told to me by my husband and my friends. I started to focus on me - Focusing on 360D. Focusing on the last year (letting the Truth set me FREE) and focusing on just surviving. But sadly others can't seem to do the same. They can't seem to let truth be just that. Rumors and their own lives they live in lies. Their own lives become their own lives through those lies they live in their own drought. They have to focus on other peoples lives. Does anyone really care about the TRUTH? No! Does anyone really want to hear about the truth? NO! Do people like to talk YES!! So what do they talk about? Well, since it isn't the truth and they don't ask the source; it is as if they have plucked me from my garden and uprooted me from where I am and they are just having the time of their life watching me wilt again - piercing me to the root. But I have strength and I will again survive. Truth with come out and truth will prevail but I would have liked to have time to just bathe in that sweet licour some. My door is open, my phone is always free. So... Yes - You have put me back into March again but it will start rainaing again. It will rain HARD!! I will not be beaten but I will bloom and you will have to keep up with your sorrows and lies and rumors and knowledge that you have caused hurt on purpose for no reason. I stand behind the fact that all I did was try to GROW. Try to just be me. Try to bloom and try to be a friend and trust - silly me!!

SO that poem I learned- Canterbury Tales - the one that started

When that April, with its showers so sweet

The drought of March had pierced to the root

and drained every vein of its sweet liquor

which virtue endured is the flower -

I will Be the FLOWER in the end -

I will survive - I will endure so quit trying to pull me down as it's getting old

To my family and my friends you are the dew on my petals, you are the sunshine on my face and you are the clouds that shade me when the sun gets too hot. Thank you for being there for me when things get too much for me. Thank you for being everything for me! You are always there for me and I appreciate you so much!!!