Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Holiday Highlights
Friday night
My Babies graduated and I almost cried. Took tons of pics and got hit on by all the boys...Quote of the evening "Ms. Cooper...I'm not in high school anymore so it's legal if we date." I'm thinking No, but thanks. Then stayed with the 'not so significant other'.
Saturday night
Jason graduated and I did cry.
Sunday
Jess and I took the boys to the beach and it was wonderful. We came home and went to a crawfish boil with the naughty school boy, Bradley and Croker. Then it stormed horribly and I stayed with Jess.
Monday
Woke up and went to the lake to get more skin cancer. Caught a cooler full of Crappie. Relaxed and came home.
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Friday, May 27, 2005
InsecuritiesI wrote a song about them, but the words came out all wrong. They are my own. My very own. Each one given to me by a different person. Be they male or female, they have contributed to the neurotic behavior I sometimes exhibit. However, God made me strong enough to handle each and every one of them and to grow into something more beautiful every day. The key to survival is adaptation. This is a proven scientific fact that applies to all aspects of life.
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Thursday, May 26, 2005
SCHOOL'S OUT FOR SUMMER!!!
Can I get an AMEN from the congregation?
I cried today because I received the most precious notes from two of my favorite students telling me I was their favorite teacher. Not to mention, I got flowers from two of my kids yesterday! I feel so loved!
Amy I LOVE YOU!!! and miss you and can't wait to see you next weekend!
I hope all of my friends know how much I love each and every one of them. And I hope they are ready because it's summer, and I'm off for two months and I am READY to party!!
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Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Maybe this is a test, or maybe he is just a complete asshole who has no clue how wonderful I am.
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Saturday, May 21, 2005
Was it the 4 shots and the unlimited beer, or is it that ulcer I've been working on for the past two weeks???
Who's to say. But I will say that we had an ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC time last night. Here's to my girl Jessica (I'm glad you got me in the divorce too honey) and here's the rundown...
Wade-ROCKS! much love to the DD
Brie was looking TOO cute in her pearl snaps
Averie-thanks for keeping "the naughty school boy" occupied ;)
The Mescan-thanks for keeping other unamed people occupied :D
Bradley-thanks for the marriage proposal, it was precious, and if Jason gives me any shit I'll keep you in mind :)
Dancing with boys is BAD...BAD BAD BAD
Jager is WORSE
I LOVE WADE'S CAR. It makes me want to 'get sexy on myself'
The best quote of the night goes to Mr. Bradley Butcher...
Me "I wish I looked could be in that bikini contest"
Bradley "You could baby, you're that hot"
Me "Not through here I'm not (pointing at my stomach)"
Bradley "Oh yes you are, well you are in my imagination anyway"
HA! Love that boy
I LOVE MY FRIENDS AND I LOVE MY LIFE!!!
and now I have to go figure out just what the hell I'm wearing to the airport to pick up my man in.
♥Oh, so vintage... 9:34 AM
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Thursday, May 19, 2005
"Scheherazade is easy; a little black dress is very difficult."
~Gabrielle "Coco" Chanel
After spending hours searching for the perfect thing to wear to the airport to pick up my man I came to a most profound conclusion...
When a girl goes through the beautiful transformation into womanhood, she should be issued her very own "Little Black Dress." This dress should grow with her and change with her, be she fat or skinny, pregnant or deceased. This dress should be her very own perfect black dress. It should at all times be the one thing that makes her beauty stand out above the rest. The one thing that at all times makes her feel like Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany's. I can think of nothing more romantic than to walk the streets of New York in the early morning when no one is around (of course I can't imagine New York ever being like that) in that dress, looking that way. On that note, being the self-admitted clotheswhore that I am...I will once again search my closet for the perfect thing to make me feel the perfect way.
♥Oh, so vintage... 11:34 PM
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Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Proud new owner of ...
Sonar 4 producers edition
Now, I need someone infinately more intelligent than I am to show me what to do with it ;)
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she picked up the telephone
All she heard was dial tone
She really thought she heard it ring this time
She said what am I thinking I must be only dreaming
Or maybe it’s the hundred times he’s crossed my mind
Just tonight
She said maybe I miss your lovin’
Maybe I miss your kiss just a little bit
Maybe I miss your body lyin’ right next to mine
Maybe I miss your touch a little too muchTossing and turning her skins still burning
From the fire in his hands
Runnin’ on empty she needs somebody
But somebody wouldn’t understand
Then the telephone rings
They talked about Savannah
Sweet home Alabama
And how he missed the way she always smiled
Are you coming back soon
By the Harvest moon
If I have to walk every mile on my kneesGod Saturday can't get here fast enough...
♥Oh, so vintage... 11:20 AM
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Tuesday, May 17, 2005
I forgot what this was like
To have such an overwhelming anxiety attack that you don't even know your name. Clumsy Card House is the only way to describe it. All perfectly set up, every single last card dependent upon the other. Then something happens, maybe the wind blows a little too hard, or maybe the foundation starts to crumble. It's hard to say, but when it happens it all falls to the ground. Like a trapeze artist without a net. I'm falling and NO one is there to catch me. But then of course no one ever has been there to catch me. I have such abandonment issues it's unreal. I'd like to thank a very long line of inconsiderate boys for that mental fuck up. So how do you get over such things, and are you really supposed to? I sometimes wonder what exactly it is God is setting me up for in this life? It must be something completely hellacious because some of the shit I've dealt with in the last year has really done a number on me. I can't even begin to express my Rage right now. I wouldn't know where to begin to explain how fucked up my afternoon was. Why do I keep writing things and then erasing them? Why the FUCK I'm censoring myself for people who don't give a shit. It hurts so bad I can't breath. I want to cry and I can't. I never wanted to remember what this felt like.
So where is my Faith? I've prayed for two days solid about things I can't control and my faith...my faith is very lacking at the moment to say the least. You're losing me and you don't even know it. I could absolutely explode right now. There is no relief, no pin you can pop a balloon with. No pop-top to release the pressure. I'm completely,100%, totally....out of words.
God keep him safe from screaming voices...
♥Oh, so vintage... 8:47 PM
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Sunday, May 15, 2005
There comes a day when as women we all realize that we have become our mothers...
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Friday, May 13, 2005
Sarah: "hey that's that song on the commercial with the 3 twins on it!"
Thomas: "HAHA, NO! that's the song on the commercial with the triplets on it!"
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Thursday, May 12, 2005
I'm such a sucker...
I don't know who I couldn't say no to, the birds or the kids. I am now the proud mother of the 5 baby barn swallows I've watched in their nest for the past few months. Apparently they were found on the ground. So I'm feeding them dog food and they seem to be doing fabulous. I need to make them a nest.
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Wednesday, May 11, 2005
because you can't have one without the other...
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My Little Heaven....
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Wow, if everything I post is going to get deleted, I think I'll stop posting.
♥Oh, so vintage... 11:56 AM
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Just because I can...DICK DICK DICK
DICK DICK DICK
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Wormy Crawfish, Camel Cigarettes, and Dirty Old Men...Oh...and "The Mescan" How Jess and I have survived each other in the past 6 months is absolutely beyond me. We Rock hard core and there's just nothing anyone can do about it. Our awesome friend Jenn who is home from el collegio came to play with us last night. While enjoying some 65th anniversary lonestar she began to impart upon us a small tidbit of her infinite wisdom. 1. It seems that Crawfish have worms. 2. When dogs eat crawfish, they get these worms. 3. *Apparently humans do NOT get these worms. **now we're not entirely sure this is the truth because her professor was not inclined to answer such a frivolous question**Now since I (being the comedic genius I often am) was in such rare form last night, I couldn't resist delving deeper into this new found knowledge.I then proceeded to make the comment that my butt had been a little itchy lately. This of course was heard by the one and only Mescan. Thus inciting a bit of literary banter on my part. So here it is in all its glory...Rick's SongI love my Mescan RickEven though sometimes he's a DickI ask him to go buy me beerand he never sheds a tearI know talk is cheapbut my Mescan Rick is not a creepI love his smile and I love his hugsAlthough his butt may have bugsIt may be from crawfishIt may be from wormsthe only thing that would make him better is a Jeri-Curl permOh I love my Mescan RickEven though his butt is sickOh I love my Mescan RickHe really makes me tickIf you see my Mescan Rickand he's draggin his buttdon't get confused cause he's not a muttAt least he's good at somethingbe it crashing windows or smoking weedYou'll never ever forget the Mescan cause deep down he's all you'll ever need
♥Oh, so vintage... 8:46 AM
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Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Virgo (8/23-9/22)
Your threshold of acceptability may now be tested as contrary voices tug at your consciousness. One voice is reminding you that you can do anything you choose. You want to love and be loved. You want to be needed at work. You want to be recognized for your wit and your intelligence. But the other voice is asking for quiet anonymity, for you are much too careful for indiscriminate interactions. Take a risk and let yourself be seen for who you are. You may be surprised at how liberating it feels.
very interesting, these have been killing me lately.
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Monday, May 09, 2005
Daily Horoscope for Virgo - 05/09/2005Speaking of dreams, you're about to receive a very direct hint from the universe, telling you that you're headed down the right path. You're aimed directly at making one of your most cherished dreams a reality -- in record time too. A series of coincidences will bring your attention to where you are and where you want to be. Pay attention to these signs. They're really 'signposts.' And when you see a new one in the distance, keep your eye on it.Speaking of dreams is right...very bad naughty dreams...
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Sunday, May 08, 2005
ATTENTION!!!
Jess and I have decided we're ready for our recording contract.
Thank you for your time.
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Saturday, May 07, 2005
Girl on Top...Now if I can just figure out how to stay here. ***WARNING*** the following message brought to you by Lacy is going to random...deal with it. So I finished up all my paper for my certification in Kingwood today. Is it wrong that I'd rather frame my test scores than my actual certificate???Marc Broussard is a BADASS!!!Of course so is Jack Johnson. Anyone who can write a song called 'banana pancakes' rocks out in my book. Hmm...BananasBananas have been a sorta recurring theme in my life here lately. I wonder if someone is trying to tell my I need more Potassium in my diet?(this shit is Bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S!)I took my mother to lunch today and she did nothing but bitch about my father for an hour straight. I'm glad I don't work there anymore. p.s. I bought her a pair of Fat Babies for Mothers Day, I rock ballz. Shout out to my man Scott Mathews who is apparently tearin' it up over in Beaumont today with a little Bootlegger's Whiskey. For some unknown reason the trains in Kenefick have been unusually loud. You can't normally hear them 4 miles away at my house. But "last night I woke up with my sheets soakin wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head" I'll buy you a margarita if you know the song and artist.My HP photo printer also rocks.Props to the guyswho get rid of the red eyes...The other weird thing that happened. I know I mentioned awhile back how I get these email for a "Lacy Simpson" all the time. And that it's odd because that's Jason's last name. Well, I just delete them and don't think twice about it. So today I get home and check the mail...there is a credit card application in my name and one in this "Lacy Simpson's" name. WTF??? Is that like fraud or identity theft??? It's starting to really freak me out. I mean for crying out loud it has MY address on it! How the hell did they get that information??
Things that don't rock...my $252 cell phone billJason being in CalgaryMy allergiesLaundryMy 'check guages' light that comes on EVERY time I use the brakesMy irritating relatives that aren't leaving till tomorrowmy very sore fingers that are blistered from playing guitarB minor and F sharp minorgas pricesok I'm out.If you would only listenyou might just realize what you're missinYou're missin me
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Friday, May 06, 2005
JFC1221: yo
LRC91080: what are you up to?
JFC1221: thinking about smoking some crack..what are you doing?
LRC91080: funny you mentioned....that exact thing
JFC1221: kinda bored of weed tonight so crack might be better
LRC91080: ahhh, yes. I too like to spice things up a bit every now and then
JFC1221: damn hooker!
LRC91080: well that doesn't exactly make me a hooker does it? I think I was unaware of the qualifications
JFC1221: ok...confess...this isn't jess
LRC91080: LOL!
LRC91080: no way
JFC1221: she's taking her kid to bed
LRC91080: ok...
JFC1221: this is jeremy
LRC91080: my turn to confess
LRC91080: she called me and told me :-D
JFC1221: AW!!!! that is So wrong! how "safe" of her
JFC1221: i'm gonna have to pick on her for being a weenie now ;]
LRC91080: HAHAHA!
JFC1221: all dotting her i's and crossing her t's on me like that
LRC91080: ewww, a weenie? the implications of that word just disgust me
JFC1221: i'm out for now...was just here posting about Lian's art thing tomorrow...sindaddy.netvoodoomuse.combonesaws.commyspace.com/sindaddy
see ya!
After all that the only thing I have to say is that I hope that my boyfriend knows how to spell my name correctly..."Leighanne"?
♥Oh, so vintage... 9:37 PM
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Marc Broussard..."Carencro"
If you don't have it, get it NOW
"The Beauty Of Who You Are"
There's a soft sweet space on the back of your neck
Smells like rain
There's a way you look at me baby
Heals my pain
I've studied every inch of your body
Baby what's on your mind
The touch of your skin just pulls me in
Every single time
There's a slight conversation
Filled with hidden revelations in your eyes
[Chorus]
Baby I'm so into you
Every whisper from your soul to my heart
Baby I know its true
You're a sweet little mystery sent to me from the stars
And that's the beauty of who you are
There's a faith you're savin' for a rainy day
I could use right now
There's a way you move my soul to sing
Only you know how
You are a sensual salvation
You're the holiest temptation
Baby I'm never, never, never gonna be the same
[Chorus]
I can't explain it or begin to conceive
All I know is that you make me believe
♥Oh, so vintage... 10:26 AM
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Thursday, May 05, 2005
Cause my kids crack me up!
"Ms. Cooper, do we have to draw that diaphram?"
♥Oh, so vintage... 2:19 PM
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Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Late-Night High-School phone calls...Don't you remember how fun they were?
Staying up till 4 am on the telephone
Going to school dead ass tired the next day
Listening to each other breath
Waking each other up each time the other one falls asleep
Having that giddy feeling the next day when you look at each other
Those were the days, and sometimes when we're lucky, they still are. Wade was on the phone till 3am, Jess was on the phone till 1am, and I...I was asleep by 11pm. HA! I'm making up for it tonight though. Sometimes instant messenger can be much more fun than the phone. I like taking a little longer to communicate with someone. To me phone conversations are too rushed. The long silences aren't filled with silence, they're filled with the constant contemplation of what to write next. Where's the conversation going? You're a little uninhibited and things you might not have the nerve to say in person fly right through your fingers. I find the people I talk to online I get to know quicker than just being with them in person. Of course this is a sad statement for this day and age when a blank screen and a keyboard are more personal than a face to face conversation. However, I'm sure the same claims were made about the telephone when it came about. But, I digress. Back to my late-night conversations. My late-night conversations and all the implications of their occurances. The sleepy yet smiling face that I'll wake with in the morning. The interesting and thought provoking scenes playing out in my head.
But the very very best part about it is knowing that it was all brought about by one special person. Not just any person could incite such reactions. No, this person is different. And do you dare to dream that he is the one you've always wanted to hear these things from?
♥Oh, so vintage... 11:54 PM
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Tuesday, May 03, 2005
He says:
we will see, but i will miss the nice things about you... and the odd things too
She says:
the odd things?
oh do elaborate, that's going to kill me
He says:
no not tonight... something you can take to bed with you and think about.
She says:
LOL, well I'll think about that all night tonight
♥Oh, so vintage... 6:54 PM
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I was waiting over here for life to beginYou were the new thingYou were the sunshine In my front linesI was aloneYou were just around the corner from me
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Monday, May 02, 2005
I am in such a pissy mood today and I have no idea why. Eveything has irritated me and I just want to go to sleep. My poor kids can't do anything right.
♥Oh, so vintage... 2:21 PM
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That's a bigass burrito!!!
The Burrito Bomb
that story was irresistable!
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Sunday, May 01, 2005
Philosophical Soapbox
"Ain't no Hollaback Girl" Why is this song so infectious!? I had to buy the dang CD it was so bad. So before I left school on Friday I made sure it was stuck in everyone else's head too, haha. Which brings me to my question of the weekend. What in the
BLUE hell is a 'hollaback girl' anyway? I've listened to the words to this song intently. It's a bubblegum, cheerleader pop-song wanna-be 80s throwback. Not that I don't love it and all, but seriously, what does it mean? Maybe it's not meant to be understood, sorta like Anna Nicole Smith. You just accept it for it's pure entertainment value and leave it's understanding to the experts.
"A few times I've been around that trackIt's not just gonna happen like thatcause I ain't no hollaback girl"
♥Oh, so vintage... 8:53 PM
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21 Days on the Road...
Alright, I have to admit I wasn't fully comprehending just how long these next 21 days were going to be. I think somewhere in my subconscience where I'm still fighting this I was telling myself he'd be back before I knew it, and that I'd be so busy in the next three weeks that I wouldn't even miss him. Well I was full of shit. I don't know how this happens to me. I don't know why on earth after 6 months that three weeks would even make a dent. I don't know why he has this affect on me. For crying out loud we haven't even been back together a full week. So I begin the countdown tomorrow. Right next to my countdown to the last day of school I'm going to start my own countdown. I'm such a sucker, or a complete loser...it's still undecided. But, in the meantime I'm going to have to concentrate my efforts elsewhere so that I don't absolutely drive myself crazy. I need a project, and I think it's going to be myself...
♥Oh, so vintage... 8:42 PM
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Life in a Blur...
I don't know why, but the past 24 hours have been a blur. Like an out of body experience where I've just been sitting back and watching myself. Even this afternoon as I was walking out to hang my clothes on the line I was watching my feet in the grass as if I was watching a movie. I felt the cool sensation of blades of grass under the shade trees and was so aware of that and that only, that it was as if all the rest of the world had stopped just so soles of my feet could enjoy the day. Even now as I sit typing this post, my fingers are moving but my mind is elsewhere. It's sitting on a couch in a dark room wrapped up in a warm blanket watching my life go by wondering why on earth I'm so removed today.
Where am I? Why did I spend my morning crying if I'm so detached? I've had it all together for awhile now and it was time to tumble back down a little bit. All it took was a few words from my dad that had absolutely nothing to do with my mood, yet they brought up all these feelings inside.
All these feelings of frustration. I'm so ready to move out, so ready for my own life where I don't have to answer to anyone but myself. So ready for freedom. I've been working almost a year and still have nothing to show for it. I feel like I'm running in place watching everyone pass me by. When in fact I'm accomplished a great deal in this past year. I'm so driven that anything less than extraordinary is failure to me. Not that I judge everyone like that you see, only myself. Only myself do I hold to such high standards. I've spent most of the afternoon cleaning. I'm going to pack everything up in boxes and live out of those boxes. Maybe that will encourage me to get my ass moved out somewhere. UGH, but where?
My thoughts are so random today that I'm driving my own self crazy.
Thank God for Jessica. Sometimes I think we've created a co-dependancy that's unhealthy. But then again, when we didn't have anyone else we had each other. And when all the boys left us, we had each other. It's amazing the comfort that comes from having someone who'll just sit there and let you cry about anything and everything and still love you anyway. Both of us are in such similar yet such different places in our lives. I wouldn't trade a single afternoon of our laughter or tears for anything else in the world.
I think I'm through for now, time to go be productive. Nothing like a little productivity to counteract uninspired worthlessness.
♥Oh, so vintage... 5:35 PM
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