rubber ducky farts

ok so i'm going to post about something i hate admitting to anyone that i do. i fart. yup plain and simple i pass gas. the other day i explained how i do this by means of a rubber duck. you squeeze a rubber duck it squeaks through the bottom of it's self.....kinda like when the GSO told me to relax and squeezed me>>>> I farted (like the duck i squeaked out my bottom). So there you have it. Me farting is like a rubber duck squeaking. We are both cute and both push air out our bottoms making noise.

I remember my girlfriends son came home so disheartend and when she asked why he said because you lied to me mom and I got in trouble for it. So she asked him to explain what happend. So a girl in his grade one class farted and he got really concerned and asked if she was ok and she said ya i just farted i'm fine. well he started calling her a liar and got really upset with her outrageous claim...."its all because you told me girls don't fart mom!" we burst into tears laughing and she appolegized and explained girls do fart (just like rubber ducks)

here comes the airplane!

I so badly want to make these. I found them on Instructables. I think I'm gonna give them a shot on my night shift tomorrow night.

Books that make me want to paint

So I'm on night shift and reading this really awesome book that I refound on my art bookshelf. This bookshelf contains books on sewing, painting, drawing, and fabric art (not quite sewing but kinda like sewing). The book is called The New Artist's Manual I've linked it just incase someone wants a better look at it or is feeling artsy and doesn't know where to begin. I'm hoping this helps me with my oil paintings. And for those of you who put in an order for a painting I haven't forgotten about you, I'm still painting. Except for Tom (i doubt he reads this) I'm having trouble giving you yours because I love it so much, BUT it will end up in your hands soon.

bubble bubble fizz fizz

I know I'm tired and this double shift is dragging on but I still feel this way even after I work out and feel "great". A co worker described my feeling exactly when he told me that the Kareena he met was like a freshly cracked bottle of champagne bubbling and fizzy and over flowing, and lately I've been the same bottle but flatter like I'm three days old, still the same bottle just less life to me. I've been stuck in this rut for the last few months. I know my life needs changes in it. I know I need to let go of the hurt that's dragged me down for so long to this point. I just hate letting go of something I seem to love so much.

I'm incredibly hurt tonight. I'm at the point where I don't know if I can continue this relationship and I doubt I will

fit

So the GSO and I joined a gym last week and so far we've gone twice and started eating better. I started at my heaviest I've ever been. I blame the medication and no self restraint. I'm happy to say that in the last week I've lost 5lbs! This gives me hope and motivation to keep going. It's a 24 hr gym so it fits into our schedule nicely and gives us another healthy thing to do together along with our roller blade adventuring. (I'm getting better at it but still look like a fool on wheels)

WU-Tang