Moving. AKA: Punching One's Self in the Face Over and Over

Howdy. I am pretty sure that no one reads this thing yet, but I apologize anyhow. I have moved. And I am thinkin' that it is not just in location...I moved way out to the country to a place of possibility. It is astoundingly beautiful. The night sky will knock you on your face and you'll just have to keep getting up to look at it again, only to find yourself kissin' dirt, or gravel or dead grass the case may be. Well...that sounds good right? awesome, huh? That's what I thought..and then I realized that when my family said there was no heat or a stove or a refridgerator.. that they meant they wouldnt be putting those things into this house I am renting from them anytime soon. Yeah..so um dang it. What the crap, you say? What the crap am I renting a house that has none of those things...Well...I was under the impression they would put them in there! Damn it. Now, the past week or so I haven't even been at my chateau: I have either spent the night at my mama's or nana's because of the threat of bad weather (I wouldnt be able to escape my country hovel if the roads iced over). Dang it. I am at the library, and I have to go. I will update this sucker in a few days. Dang it!

Penelope Peacock Parades her Polkadot Posterior, Passionately Propositoning Peter Pachyderm

I used to be deathly afraid of peacocks. My me-maw (great grandmother) had them on her farm, they would screech and scream everytime I went outside to play. There was only one mean one, if recall correctly: a scrawny brown and grey girl who was probably just pissed she didnt get to wear the good stuff! I just realized my little alliteration doesnt really make sense since the ladies dont get the dresses in that relationship. (p.s. I love alliterations)

Anyway, that bag is a commission from my cousin. She needs to get over here and get it because I am getting attached to it. I am the queen of attachment, its my downfall and my best!

I know, i know my picture is awful. I am new to this, I am sure I will get better with practice!

You make me happy

You giant painting of the beach that sits in the neighbor's garage across the street. When a car is not parked in the way, I can see you propped up against probably what is cans of paint or boxes of winter clothes that are about to come out. It is very dreamy and makes me think that perhaps you are a magical portal, and when they shut the garage doors, all of your family step inside your frame and take a vacation.

Virginity Smasher!

Well. This is very ahem..nervewracking...I am setting up this sucker because I am these things: maker, saver, recycler, hot fat girl, trash picker, thrifter, petticoat wearer, baby kisser, lover of the universe. I like to read other peoples' thoughts about these things so I suppose someone out there will like mine. Or maybe they won't. They'll get foul and mean, and we will have a shootout.
This blog will also be about my striving to be good, which is a word that is too full to explain sometimes. It means I will be trying to do all the things that I should do. Which means not being lazy and/or too sad. Probably no shootouts allowed either. Dang.