grown and sexy... what?

i want to personally thank 13 for introducing me to "blogthings" and cuss out Jameri for getting me hooked on them! so, becaus ei am completely preoccupied with my birthday coming up tomorrow, YES TOMORROW Y'ALL, and that i will be a grown and sexy 35, i am just posting blogthings in this entry. here's to getting to know me... and getting to know myself.

abrazos y besos,
shia

Your Personality Is

Idealist (NF) You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals. You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings. You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships. In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily. At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career. With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone. As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style. On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.

The Three Question Personality Test

agreed! NEXT...

You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.

How Boyish or Girlish Are You?

i love the balance. but how about this...

WORD OF THE DAY! "EUNUCH"
Main Entry: eu·nuch
Pronunciation: 'yü-n&k, -nik
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English eunuk, from Latin eunuchus, from Greek eunouchos, from eunE bed + echein to have, have charge of -- more at SCHEME
1 : a castrated man placed in charge of a harem or employed as a chamberlain in a palace
2 : a man or boy deprived of the testes or external genitals
3 : one that lacks virility or power

hmmm...

Your Blog Should Be Purple

You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.

What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?

Does that mean i am a selfish blogger? but i was close about the color thing!

You're an Passionate Kisser

For you, kissing is about all about following your urgesIf someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of storyYou can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kissesA total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble

What Kind of Kisser Are You?

kisses are poetry.

You Are 22 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

Now, how's that for 35!

all for now beautiful people!
shia

i want sombody to walk up behind me
and kiss me on my neck!

"...Been such a long time
I forgot that I was fine
Just kiss me on my neck
and breathe on my neck
I want somebody
to walk up behind me
And kiss me on my neck
and breathe on my neck..."
--erykah badu


life has been overwhelmingly busy these days. my mother is settling in wonderfully, loving up the grandkids and giving me the kind of love and support middle children dream of. austin has been good to her so far, save the lack of black folks and the 100+ degree heat that sorely affects her “pressure.” not to mention subjecting her to riding in our reliable though ac-less “black beauty.” i keep trying to hold out on paying the nearly $200 they tell me it'll cost to get the ac fixed but i am relying on the hope that fall is actually coming soon. (it is september, right?) then i remembered that we are in austin. sheesh!

i am gearing up for my birthday and parties this weekend. for sweet, sweet starters, my daughter and her friends (and my son--by proxy) decided they wanted to throw me a swim/sleepover party on friday night. i am suspiciously thinking though, that it is a party for them disguised under the candles of my birthday celebration. either way, it’s very cute and extremely thoughtful of them. (i am certain my daughter has a career in production or party planning in her future. she’s been making lists for the past several days as not to forget anything.) in our pre-divorce family tradition, i, as the birthday person, will get breakfast in bed, made especially by her and her brother (and friends) on saturday morning (my actual birthday). at 11, i depart for my mani/pedi/facial appointment and begin the journey to the grown folks bash at the end of the evening. i never thought i’d be this excited about turning 35!

all for now. just checking in. i miss this space. it, for now, is the kiss on my neck that reminds me that life is fine.

FREDDIE'S DEAD! THAT'S WHAT I SAID!!!

it's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday... but not AT ALL hard to bid farewell to the raccoon who finally bit the dust in my attic, leaving behind a smell that a pack of incense, 4 scented candles and Lysol disinfectent spray can't even conquer. (they are clearing the remains in the morning and hopefully a good saging and airing out will do the trick. y'all got suggestions, i'm open!) but i am excited that we will have the apartment to ourselves again. no more waking up at midnight/2AM to its plodding from room-to-room in the attic space above my head, sounding like a busy two year old or a diminutive gimp. (the sucka was big!) no more dragging, and sliding down the vaulted ceiling, and clawing the sheet rock. soon, no more smell. soon my nights will be limited to unadulterated, uninterrupted, dream-filled sleep! and i can get on, in my blogging, about other things, y'all... cuz freddie's dead... that's what i said!!!

You Are a Strawberry Daiquiri

You're a fun, playful drinker who loves to party. You may get totally wasted, but you're always a happy drunk!

What Mixed Drink Are You?

Your Birthdate: October 1

Your birthday suggests that are executive ability and leadership qualities in your makeup. A birthday on day 1 of any month gives a measure of will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach.This 1 energy may diminish your ability and desire to handle details, preferring instead to paint with a broad brush. You may be sensitive, but your feelings stay rather repressed.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

finding words and pots of gold

for at least a week and a half now, i have been trying to articulate the source of this river of tears… the spark of this blazing anger and frustration… or the torrent of other emotions i am dealing with about the goings on in and around new orleans… my mother’s transition to my home in austin from what was left of her new orleans home… george "dubya's" response (or lack thereof) to the needs of the largely black populace suffering in the wake of katrina… and a host of other things that won't/can't/shouldn't/MUST come out... but i can't. i am neck deep in every moment of it right now and my words are still knotted in my throat, clotted in my veins, walled behind emotions obviously stronger than the retaining walls and levies that gave way to flood new orleans’s poorest neighborhoods. i have heard and read some excellent commentaries so i encourage you read those words. (click the names of people listed on my links. also my sister shared with me and my mom the open letter michael moore wrote to gw [which i've pasted below and is also available at www.michaelmoore.com]. It is witty and hilariously brilliant.)

shouts and thanks to my friends and this austin beautiful community who have been the vehicles of the many blessings my mother has received since her arrival last sunday. but my mother still weeps for the part of her that finds shelter in convention centers and stadiums around the country or the parts that wade through E. coli bacteria-filled flooded streets of new orleans. she weeps for the burden she believes she has placed on me in her coming. but what she fails to realize is that her being here is the huge pot of gold; that for my children and me, having "nana" around means more than she will ever (EVER) know.

your continued thoughts, prayers and loving support are deeply appreciated. and that's all i can manage right now.

abrazos y besos,
shia
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Friday, September 2nd, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush:

Any idea where all our helicopters are? It's Day 5 of Hurricane Katrina and thousands remain stranded in New Orleans and need to be airlifted. Where on earth could you have misplaced all our military choppers? Do you need help finding them? I once lost my car in a Sears parking lot. Man, was that a drag.

Also, any idea where all our national guard soldiers are? We could really use them right now for the type of thing they signed up to do like helping with national disasters. How come they weren't there to begin with?

Last Thursday I was in south Florida and sat outside while the eye of Hurricane Katrina passed over my head. It was only a Category 1 then but it was pretty nasty. Eleven people died and, as of today, there were still homes without power. That night the weatherman said this storm was on its way to New Orleans. That was Thursday! Did anybody tell you? I know you didn't want to interrupt your vacation and I know how you don't like to get bad news. Plus, you had fundraisers to go to and mothers of dead soldiers to ignore and smear. You sure showed her!

I especially like how, the day after the hurricane, instead of flying to Louisiana, you flew to San Diego to party with your business peeps. Don't let people criticize you for this -- after all, the hurricane was over and what the heck could you do, put your finger in the dike?

And don't listen to those who, in the coming days, will reveal how you specifically reduced the Army Corps of Engineers' budget for New Orleans this summer for the third year in a row. You just tell them that even if you hadn't cut the money to fix those levees, there weren't going to be any Army engineers to fix them anyway because you had a much more important construction job for them -- BUILDING DEMOCRACY IN IRAQ!

On Day 3, when you finally left your vacation home, I have to say I was moved by how you had your Air Force One pilot descend from the clouds as you flew over New Orleans so you could catch a quick look of the disaster. Hey, I know you couldn't stop and grab a bullhorn and stand on some rubble and act like a commander in chief. Been there done that.

There will be those who will try to politicize this tragedy and try to use it against you. Just have your people keep pointing that out. Respond to nothing. Even those pesky scientists who predicted this would happen because the water in the Gulf of Mexico is getting hotter and hotter making a storm like this inevitable. Ignore them and all their global warming Chicken Littles. There is nothing unusual about a hurricane that was so wide it would be like having one F-4 tornado that stretched from New York to Cleveland.

No, Mr. Bush, you just stay the course. It's not your fault that 30 percent of New Orleans lives in poverty or that tens of thousands had no transportation to get out of town. C'mon, they're black! I mean, it's not like this happened to Kennebunkport. Can you imagine leaving white people on their roofs for five days? Don't make me laugh! Race has nothing -- NOTHING -- to do with this!

You hang in there, Mr. Bush. Just try to find a few of our Army helicopters and send them there. Pretend the people of New Orleans and the Gulf Coast are near Tikrit.

Yours,

Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
www.MichaelMoore.com

P.S. That annoying mother, Cindy Sheehan, is no longer at your ranch. She and dozens of other relatives of the Iraqi War dead are now driving across the country, stopping in many cities along the way. Maybe you can catch up with them before they get to DC on September 21st.