Nothing new to report

Nothing new to report here. Just spent my morning driving to Spruce Pine, to S. Asheville Earthfare to mom's.  Soon I will go to grandmothers and drive her to W. Asheville for her weekly hair do.  I think I may get out of dinner with dentures (please, if you are considering dentures now or in the future -- fucking glue them in! At least when you're eating with me! Aaaagh)  because there is a Blue Sky burrito party in Fletcher for the parents recovering from Californication. At least we didn't end up like David Duchovny and become sex-a-holics. Haulics. I hate that it underlines my crap spelling but doesn't tell me how to correct it.  I think this blogger program will soon become my arch nemisis. . .

...Later that night:

Went to the burrito party. It was quite pleasant. Bought mom a burrito, because sometimes moms need a burrito. Before that took Granny to the hair place.  Sometimes hair place gives me the feeling they don't appreciate me, or perhaps more accurately appreciate themselves very much. Also sometimes think that Granny is annoying but then feel bad that I think she is annoying. Actually semi-broached the subject of her youngest-offspring obsession today, and monetary donation to visit, and lack of a visit. Many reasons he has for being absent, life being hard, forest fires, children, life is hard, many responsibilities, his life is painfully hard, he was melancholy last phone call blah, blah, blah -- all of which are reasons affecting her other two adult children who do manage to visit, even live next to her!  But her baby, the youngest, endures an unruly hardship with his crap fate. Livin' in paradise. Doin' what he loves. Yeah. Sucks. My heart even bleeds...with envy.  In the end it was not one but two donations she gave for a plane ticket to visit. 

Maybe I was too harsh, I mean she is 93, confrontation about flawed long held beliefs are probably ill-advised. But that's age-ist. I wouldn't want anyone to let slide something rediculous and flawed I do because I'm 25. Like the fact that I can't spell. Don't let it slide. How the hell do you spell rediculous?

 Rediculus. Redicolous. Fuck. I am abandoning this word.

Hey check out Fang Fong. He's eatin'.

Ciao Bella Vida

Today my sister and brother in law left for California. So we are blogging back and forth now, which is kind of more awesome than myspace. Hopefully less girls in bikinis will ask to be my friend, but if they want to read my blog they can. 

Below is supposed to be a video of Liz and I at the Cleveland airport in this intergalactic tunnel that has bright colors and soothing music. If it doesn't upload you could hold your breath til you see tiny bright spots in your eyes, which you should do while playing Enya.  Also, pretend that you are in Cleveland. At the airport. 

Alright so it is still loading. I guess I should keep writing. From the picture above you can see my cat is sitting on my lap while writing this. Normally an ok thing but he just had surgeory on this infectious boil/abcess and no I don't know how to spell it I just know that you don't spell absess abcess abcsess dammit. Anyway. He also has lots of worms coming out of his butt as a consequence of his antibiotics/life. As I write this he is sitting on me. With his butt.

I hope this blog brings joy and entertainment to your life.

This is taking forever. How do people blog with movies, they must have no life. Or a cat with a recently surgically removed ab-cess. Nope, still not how you spell it. Thus they hang around with them in pity, wondering how to spell their rediculous wound. Fuck how do you spell rediculous. Why did I wait til I got a blog to realize I am a bad speller.

I'm leavin. Stupid movie will take years to upload.

Tina and Liz Cleveland airport from tina Ford-Cox on Vimeo.