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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

First of all, Jay I just want you to know that I was thinking of you today. You were on my mind... like Georgia was on Ray Charles mind. I love that song. The original song. I heard this chopped up rappy remix today and at first thought awww... I love that song. It quickly changed to WTF is this. I have sang Georgia to who else but Georgia, a lady I work with. Why would you name your child Georgia? Odd isn't it? Maybe I will name my next child Nebraska, or maybe Illinois. That way everyone can fight over how it's name is pronounced. hahaha. I want to go to bed. I am earning for my bed, but my son is at my sista's which means I have to wait up on him. He wanted to wait for his uncle to come home so he could say hi. So, I am waiting patiently, impatiently for him to come home.

Oh, some chick in my class is convinced that sperm do not die if ingested. She thinks that they can go from esophagus to anus and make it out alive. I didn't say anything (I had already said too much) but semen has a PH of 7.4 and gastric juices have a PH of like 3.5 or 4 depending on the person. There is no way sperm could live in these conditions.


My wish list for Christmas includes:

Gwen Stephani's Abs
A lifetime supply of chocolate (nonfat, no calorie, and great tasting of course)
To go to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. I always wanted to eat the icing mushrooms.
A new car! (said in the voice of the Wheel or Fortune announcer)
To be able to sleep all night long for a month.
To be uber smart without having to try (although when I fixed my network the other day at moms was brilliant.)
To be able to dance like a black girl
To be able to ballroom dance like a rich white girl
To solve a rubix cube
To play Sims bustin' out for 24 hours straight (that kinda messes with the sleep wish doesn't it?)
To have WIRELESS INTERNET at my house
To have my boobs to be perky again
To never have try feet again.
To always be able to say the right thing, (I never say the right thing)
To celebrate my parent's 80th wedding anniversary, with all of us living.

Ok, I'm bored. I am going to legally download some possibly copyrighted music. I said POSSIBLY and LEGALLY... Besides.. It's not like I took the Christ out of X-mas... HA!

So stupid bitch lady had the nerve to cuss my brother in law out because she didn't like the sign at his place of business. It did not say Christmas... it said something like Happy Holidays. She was pissed (like most of these crazy dumbass biblethumpers) that the business didn't have Christmas. We are taking the Christ out of christmas she said. I wish I would have been there to take her wrapping paper out of her cart, along with her tree ornaments, tinsel, presents and holiday candy throw all of it in the floor in front of her fat ass and tell her that those things she was about to purchase had NOTHING to do with christ and everything to do with commercialism and paganism and that if she wanted to put christ back in christmas then she best just get on home. People are so stupid. Maybe I am overreacting, but I believe if we pass on to our children our views, values, and beliefs and get them in there before everyone else tries to fill their heads with what they think is right then it won't matter if the sign says Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, or Kiss My Ass they will know what I have taught them. If they chose to live by it when they get older is up to them. That's my take on it...

3 Comments:

  • Thanks for the kindness B. You've always had a good heart on you, I appreciate your words.
    And I agree about the Christmas/Holiday thing. Such a little thing to get bent out of shape over. Such is the religious majority trying to foster their beliefs onto others.

    And I think "Merry Kissmyassmas" is a viable term for this holiday season. I'm not a big Christmas fan anyway, so anything to get a person through is fine with me. :)

    By Blogger Jay, at 10:28 PM  

  • Oh, and I changed my mind on the car announcer. It's the guy on the Price is Right.. the announcer. He would say "Brigette come on down to your NEW CAR!!! I would run down the orange and cream carpeting (with my new perky boobs not bouncing wildly) arms flailing with all the disenchanted housewives and old men on disability clapping distainedfully around me, to my brand new Taurus, or Corsica... or whatever Bob had in store for me.. I know, even in my fantasty I can't score a Mazda 300x or whatever they are called.

    By Blogger bib, at 11:02 PM  

  • I'd be lucky to get on there and win a '79 AMC Pacer... :)
    Although I would kiss Bob on the cheek, for fun and shock value of it all.

    By Blogger Jay, at 6:09 AM  

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