Travel Plans

I thought that the comments from the In Living Color post should have their very own post. Necessary I believe, because of Dr. J's last comment. The cleveland/ Nashville/ wherever else posse (The VA fam would be awesome to see here) should come on out for graduation festivities!
We will be officially graduating on May 16 which is a wenesday.
Dr. J , talk to your girls.
Plan it up.
Meanwhile, Klassy, the ville in april ( dope rhyme!)? whatever dates i put on the ILC comments. I think 15th ish.
Holla back, klass!

Signs, Signs, Everywhere are signs...

...do this, don't do that, can't you read the signs?
(we all remember Tesla ,yes?)
*****Special Post***** :
A drunk Mexican hombre and his ladyfriend (who he had just picked up from work, i suspect from down the block @ Cheeks, the local gentlemans club), just ran into the fence of our frontyard going roughly 40mph in his xtra large for no good reason pick up truck. Upon hearing the noise, I first thought gunfire just outside. Scary. Upon glancing out the window to the blaring headlights, we soon figured out the situation. I noticed that within 1.5 seconds, the truck was revving and trying to back up and all I could say was "license number. get the license number" as Piddy headed out to converse. Sure enough, once the truck was free from the constraint of the fence, which was acheived by knocking down the ENTIRE fence, they were off. Not before providing Piddy w/ a name and phone number and a heartfelt promise to be back manana to rebuild the fence. Oh the humor of such quality assurance.
License number recorded, Piddy returned to the house, dumbfounded, where i stood on the phone w/ santa fe 911. Where this drunk mexican is now, I have no idea. No sign of 5- 0 here , its been about 2 hours. I suspect they have no need to come by here, when there is a drunk driver to hunt down. New Mexico has a rep for fucking up drunk drivers. It spilled over from Texas, homey dont play that.
Anyway - after 2 solid weeks of no hot water, and waking up this morning to Rufus doing some super fucking weird tic/ twitch/ whine in pain thing, which i thought may be brain cancer or some sort of neurological seizure condition ( he went to the vet who couldn't really say but it's probably nothing at all along such lines) - I, we, are thinking...hmmmm... is this/ are these signs that we should um... totally not be living here and ge the fuck out ASAP?
Im not superstitious, and I of all people know that sometimes, you just plow automobiles into you know, structures, but this is a little beyond... well , it's a little fucked up, and it makes me wonder.
So, friends, say a little prayer that Silk, Piddy and the rest of our crew make it through the near future unscathed and fully intact.
Our landlady is going to fucking shit.
Maybe it's her karma, no wait, the hot water thing was pure neglegence and if it were meant for her , some dude would have plowed into where she lives over in Albuquerque.
Unbelievable.
I think we are fairly desensitized, as we were in no way distracted or deterred from eating our delicious dinner that had just finished cooking when the shit hit the fence.
Mi vida loca, putas!
buenos noches

Do You Remember?

...seems like everyone around here could use some laughs...I mean, Silk's got no water and I'm sure it aint smellin pretty in Santa Fe, Medusa's fighting one heck of a battle against shit in our esteemed public transit system, and everyone is fighting off cabin fever due to the record cold in our beautiful city. So I wrapped myself up and made my way to our local library in search of some entertainment. Do you remember that classic tv gem In Living Color? Yes, that's right, with the Fly Girls, Homey da Clown, FireMarshall Bill, and the whole gang? Well we've got the first two seasons over here at Taj Mahal and they are just as I remembered them, hilarious and just so so wrong.

Master Cleanse

Yes, I hate to move the OMG - wedding '06 pics down the page with this post, but it had to happen sometime and Jeff's NFTM post on his daily consumption inspired me to blog on.
I am bringing a close to day 4 of this here "master cleanse". I think I mentioned it many a moon ago in the post where I also mentioned that this past holiday season left me at my record fat ass-ist. Mind you, the point of the master cleanse is not too lose weight, though it is a side effect. The point is to detoxify the system, quite completely. This is achieved thru a 10 day (suggested for optimal effectiveness) diet of the special "lemonade" drink - water, fresh lemon juice, grade B maple syrup and a pinch of cayenne pepper. Apparently, lemons and limes (which could be used too) are amongst the most health packed food items on the planet. Who knew. In addition, maple syrup, specifically organic grade B has freaking tons of vitamins and minerals in it. Kind of crazy.
A guy named Stanley Burroughs came up with this shit in 1976 and folks have been loving it ever since, though it would appear to be a fringe of health conscious and some of what some would certainly call wacky folks.
When I first heard of it, I thought it was madness and also NOWAY could it be a healthy thing to do for 10 days. Turns out, people do it for fucking 40 (yes they reference Jesus when pulling such a long haul) and the ingredients provide exactly what the body needs to carry on yet still cleanse itself on out. So I learned a bit more about it, reflected on my eating habits and the fact that I have never done any sort of detox or cleanse in my 26 years, etc. I can't really explain further but I managed to get really motivated about this and started the bitch on Monday.
One really does not get hungry, I know, hard to believe. Honestly though, there has been absolutely no hungry growling tummy stuff. Just a fairly large, somewhat sad and nostalgic ( of 4 days ago) Missing of food. I love food, more than nearly any/ everything else. That said, if I can do this I think anyone could, If you believe in the health benefits of a detox/ cleanse. Should you not, well why are you reading this ? and, you're totally in denial.
I am notoriously low energy and have had quite a bit more energy these last few days. I could go on but I doubt anyone is really THAT interested. but if you are, I'll go on some other time.
This marks day 6 of no hot water in our house, and we wont have any until monday (maybe. i believe nothing anymore) due to the discovery at the bottom of a large hole that both the hot and cold water lines are "rotten" (thats what the guy wrote on the invoice) and need to be replaced.
The black mold has also returned to the wall that it always pops up on, conveniently located in the "shit room" - far better than the bed, bath or any other room.
Yes, readers, Piddy and I are inhabiting what I think has got to qualify as a pure shithole here, but it is our shithole which we chose to live in and it is definitely on the better end of the shit hole dwellings scale, Still a shithole though. My landlady told me today " I'm not being neglegent" - and I had not accused her of being neglegent, which obviously proves her neglegence in the matter (the hot water situation). Might I just add that somewhat stressful and upsetiing matters such as these really make a girl want to eat when she is trying to stick to a cleanse. Interesting how the emotions prompt the appetite that wouldn't even be there if all was good and easy.
Nothing else to type. It is fucking cold here , as it is most other places in the country. ALso , Piddy's leading role film will be showing at the CIFF in March - woooo hoooo. WIll we be there to see it?? I have no idea. I may not be able to unless it falls before the 19th, after that im in school, but Piddy may be there, any you should all go see it regardless (all you clevelanders). Adios for now, blogalish. Got to get my shit together to go shower at friends house, Oh, Maez Rd. you've brought me so much joy, with your trailers, and your no sidewalk.