does my site suck? any suggestions for improvement? I'm not a web designer and it's pissing me off! Are all the compressed files to big?

It's back to Buffalo tomorrow afternoon. I delayed my return two days to avoid the greyhound and fly. I'll go to the pink tomorrow night to catch up with everyone and ease back into my assimilation. I'm going to be happy to get home where I can smoke cigarettes inside but I'm going to be sad because I left my apartment in such a mess. I have a tendency to shock myself upon returning.
I'm wore out from all this family. My three little nieces are out of control. Kiah is the ring leader, Gracie is her Goldilocked follower, and little Lea just toddles after them. Lea likes to put on one high heel slipper and walk around. Kiah also liked to put on enlarged shoes at that age. Kiah may have liked the attention but Lea doesn't get undivided attention like Kiah did. Lea honestly likes to walk around with one big slipper. Did I mention Lea has my smile? One year olds are the great, into everything but still pretty low key.
I went and told my Mawmaw bye. She doesn't want me to move to NYC after school. She asked how about Atlanta? I said, I've already lived there. It's about time for a new place. I told her not to worry because I'll be back for her birthday, I heard she's turning 40. She laughed, I guess she'll really be about 78 or something. I like it when Mawmaw says, "Well, bless your bones."
I want to apply for this residency in North Carolina. It's in an old thrift store. My Dad is from North Carolina and I just recorded an hour of his storytelling. I wonder what I could find in the thrift store to combine with that? Unfortunately this is an mostly unfunded residency. They give you housing for a month or two but I would be on my own for groceries and whatnot. I would be ok if I were teaching a summer course but Roy hasn't offered, further proving his dishonesty and I'm burned out on media study students anyway. Are the awesome few worth it? I think I want to work for myself, freelance somehow.
I can go on and on but I think I'll go take advantage of the digital cable. I've been avoiding it all week but finally.... I hear the babysitter calling.

Earlier tonight I went to Atlanta to see Tony Conrad do a performance. Afterwards I stopped and had coffee at the Majestic diner. I caught up with my old department head, Sara Hornbacher and her husband Rob. I left there around 3 in the morning and started the 65 mile drive to Adairsville.
I listened to the Great Expcetation's soundtrack as I drove my sister's car down I75 with the car on cruise control at 75. I stopped by a gas station where I purchased a pack of Marlboro reds from a bearded man with a gruff drawl. Then I blasted country music and sang along. Five minutes from the house on old 41 a raccoon ran out into the road causing me to slam on my breaks and swerve. The car, raccoon and I all turned out fine. I drove on at a slower pace. When I arrived to the house it was about 4:20 in the morning. My sister left the porch lights on for me. I went to the first door and tried the key but it only opened the top lock. I went around to the front door and and unlocked the door but they had the chain on. Finally I walked around to the back porch and my dad's weimareiner, Ray, rose up from his sleep and growled and started running toward me. I said Ray, ray, ray! and he jumped on me, I ran and screamed bloody murder and Ray bit the hell out of my back. Then he went back on the porch. That was the first time I have ever seen a dog attack a person and the person was me. I took out my cell phone and called inside the house. My sleepy Mama answered and I told her
"come let me in the house the dog just attached me"
"which one?"
"Ray"

So when I could hear my Mama at the door I grabbed some rocks and started chucking them at Ray, sadly I didn't hit him. I went into the house and started crying. I didn't want to. My Mama has see me freak out enough in her life but I was so shaken up I couldn't help it. I took off my coat, pulled up my shirt and asked my Mama to if there was a mark on my back. She said yes and I bent down to let Kiah's little puppy out of it's kennel. My sister asked me to take him out. She gave him to Kiah yesterday. He looks like a little bear. Kiah named him Prince Poo Follower.
My Mama told me not to let that puppy out to pee on her rug but I needed a sweet animal to restore my faith in the kindness of dogs. I took out the puppy, held him and cried. Then I got up and looked at my back in the mirror. I saw that Ray broke the skin, even through my wool coat. My mama came with some neosporean and bandages. I had turned on the barn lights because I wanted to take Ray out to his pin but when I opened the door he growled at me and Mama told me to leave him alone. I cussed at him and shut the door. My mama doctored my back and I asked
"What are you going to do when that dog attacks one of your babies?"
"he did attach one of my babies"
"I mean little babies"
Then I took Prince Poo Follower out onto the front porch. He went into the grass and took a poo. I was proud of him and gave him a treat. As I type this Prince Poo Follower is sleeping in my lap.

EVIL FUCKING DOGS!!!!!!!!!

here is a song for you on your special day.

I changed it . What do y'all think. Stupid stupid. Damn it. I wish I could be there tomorrow night. While y'all enjoy the party think of me on a greyhound for 18 hours.

I'm going to drive to Atlanta in a little bit. Let's see what kind of trouble I can get into there.

It's 3:30am. damn, this woman , my sister-in-law, a Catholic Yankee we call D, poisoned me into early sleep with her good cookin and sweet babies. Now I'm awake. I have work to do but eh. I guess I should start writing....



The other night I was in a particular house on Linwood. I had ridden over there on my bike making only a short stop at Louie's hot dogs for a Cajun catfish sandwich. When I arrived the three occupants of the house were situated in front on the television. Two were avidly engaged in a show called Manor House whilst the other was splitting his interest between the show and his lap top.
We chatted about the social political connotations of the show. I sipped a Budweiser. Then went into the living room for a cheifing session. We stayed in this room for quite sometime. We played with the flying furry animals while the clock went, tick tick tick tick. One of the gentlemen fell asleep on the couch or rested his eyes.
Then I rode my bike back home. Along the way I spotted two rabbits courting each other. One would hop, wait, and the other would follow. Then try to hump the running one. They went on like this for a while. I stopped and watched but they never really got in on while I was there. It's a sure sign spring is coming.


Things I've learned/remembered (what's the difference?) in Adairsville

1. My sister turns undyed yarn into undyed carpets but use of a krill and tuftin machine.
2. Kiah knows that some dinosaurs were meat eaters whereas others were plant eaters.
3. My mawmaw's brother died.
4. My brother took a picture of two rattlesnakes on his last hunting trip.
5. Gracie had to go to the dentist to have cavities filled and she was a good girl.
6. In the Calhoun wal-mart today somebody said "happy birthday Clyde, woo" on the intercom.
7. My dad may be hired to fix up some old house that predates the civil war and has a cannonball stuck in a tree outside.
8. My parents painted the wood paneling in the hallway white.
9. My parents are broke since my dad retired a few weeks ago.
10. Lea, the baby can say "juice."
11. My sister dumped her last boyfriend because he always obeyed his ex wife.

ok, so i had to jump back on board this site building thing.... in process

Would you like a work place interruption? Then the Bureau of Workplace Interruptions is the organization for you.

I am so for real.

Silly asses!

I love this music

ok, so if Poxy makes it she'll be here
thanks leetee [inlink]leetee,142[/inlink] I could not resist sending in baby pictures of Poxy. She's actually 9 years old now safe and sound at my parents house. Everyone always made fun of her, lets see if she can reek her revenge through kitten wars.


Southernyankee and hodown, looks like we are doing something right. Maybe we should turn lesbian and really have it out. God knows I'm already queer.