Updated music list for the week.

Southern Girl - Incubus
Video - India Arie
That would be her - Joe Nichols
Cry Me a River - Swell.Chemistry
Love is a battlefield - Pat Benatar

I'm feeling loving today...

I'm feeling rather lovely this morning. And I guess I would like to take the time to acknowledge all my blog dawgz that have been down and around for me. You guys are awesome and I truely enjoy reading all y'allz thoughts and feelings because we all feel that way sometimes and it's good to share the good and the bad. It's been an experience and sometimes you guys just crack me up when I'm totally upset.

I'm just letting you know I appriciate each and everyone of you past and present.

Pebbles, Carm, Chris, Danna, Sonya, Kathy, J*me, Native Cupcake, Dave, Sherry, M*ss Amba....EVERYONE for jeebus sake (so many to mention)
*especially Chris whose been down since I was http://www.geocities.com/ndnsweetheart_1999 AKA http://thefrybreadzone.com*

You guys rawk. I heart you all.

Late.

You are Everything To Somebody

Right now at this very minute-----------

someone is very proud of you someone is thinking of you
someone cares about you
someone misses you
someone wants to talk to you
someone wants to be with you
someone hopes you aren't in trouble
someone is thankful for the support you have provided
someone wants to hold your hand
someone hopes everything turns out all right
someone wants you to be happy
someone wants you to find them
someone is celebrating your successes
someone wants to give you a gift
someone thinks you ARE a gift
someone hopes you are not too cold, or too hot
someone wants to hug you
someone loves you
someone wants to lavish you with small gifts
someone admires your strength
someone is thinking of you and smiling
someone wants to be your shoulder to cry on
someone wants to go out with you and have a lot of fun
someone thinks the world of you
someone wants to protect you
someone would do anything for you
someone wants to be forgiven
someone is grateful for your forgiveness
someone wants to laugh with you about old times
someone remembers you and wishes you were there
someone is praising God for you
someone needs to know that your love is unconditional
someone values your advice
someone wants to tell you how much they care
someone wants to stay up watching old movies with you
someone wants to share their dreams with you
someone wants to hold you in their arms
someone wants YOU to hold them in your arms
someone treasures your spirit
someone wishes they could STOP time because of you
someone praises God for your friendship and love
someone can't wait to see you
someone wishes that things didn't have to change
someone loves you for who you are
someone loves the way you make them feel
someone wants to be with you
someone is hoping they can grow old with you
someone hears a song that reminds them of you
someone wants you to know they are there for you
someone is glad that you're their friend
someone wants to be your friend
someone stayed up all night thinking about you
someone is alive because of you
someone is remorseful after losing your friendship
someone is wishing that you would notice them
someone wants to get to know you better
someone believes that you are their soul mate
someone wants to be near you
someone misses your guidance and advice
someone values your guidance and advice
someone has faith in you
someone trusts you
someone needs you to send them this letter
someone needs your support
someone needs you to have faith in them
someone needs you to let them be your friend
someone will cry when they read this

No more long sexy hair...

I just chopped all my freakin hair off and I love it!

I decided this morning and did it this afternoon. It's gone. It's all gone.





Yeah! I love it love it love it

Ciao Baila's...

BOREDUM: Firsts and Lasts...

I haven't done one of these in a while...



FIRSTS
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First real memory of something: Being in the living room of my first house christmas morning. It was morning light and dusky the whole room was brown and I was so happy I got a rocking chair with a special cushion just for me. I was prolly 3.

First car: The first car that I bought was an Mitsubishi Mirage hatchback. Red. It was old cute and all mine.

First date: Burger King, spitwad fight and a movie.

First kiss: My first love. It was our first night out as a couple (we'd been friends for a while) and he kissed me as soon as he saw me. Aaaaah he had the best lips in the world.

First break-up: Same guy, I couldn't believe it hurt so bad.

First job: Summer intern @ DHHS/IHS

First screen name: shyone17

First self purchased album: MTV Party to Go: Vol. 1

First piercing/tattoo: well my mom pierced my ears when I was 8 months but I got my lip peirced when I was 21.

First enemy: Stephanie Smith. I didn't like her at all when I first met her. But eventually we became and still are best friends.

First play/musical/performance: Christmas Play with Carebears in it...I was funshine bear...go figure.

First music you remember hearing in your house: Country. My momma was a Reba Mc Intyre/Judds (sp?) fan.

LASTS
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last movie seen: Van Helsing...okay to miss. watch if your bored and hard up

last book read: Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. (Fucking awesome and so much better than Da Vinci Code)

last crush: Since I'm going to say internet crushes don't count....(My ex-bf Mr. Man...)

last kiss: An Hour ago...my nephew Tris

last time felt loved: 5 seconds ago...my best friend Roacha called.

last phone call: Ha ha Roacha

last tv show watched: Real World/Road Rules Challenge

last time showered: Yesterday.

last shoes worn: My black 4 inch heels. (they're so cute!)

last item bought: My sister and my nephew's lunch

last annoyance: Tris kept trying to wipe his tomato hands on my new white linen skirt.

last disappointment: Road Rules won.

last ice cream eaten: James bought me an ice cream after hfstival.

last time in love: Ha ha...fall of 2001...Ryan.

last time hugged: My Roacha last night.

last shirt worn: black fitted tee with "This is what a feminist looks like." on the front

Ugh!

I hate today...I hate today...I hate today...

I finally had a good fucking post about something thoughtful...

*myspace crushes* lol. And my computer (well really me cause I think I'm a know it all) effed it up. Now I'm just pissed. I'll repost later. :(

Oh yeah, I love concerts...HFStival...

Man, Saturday was off the fucking hook, man.

99.1 HFStival Line-up

Main Stage:
11:15 VooDoo Blue
12:05 O.A.R.
01:00 Yellowcard
01:50 Lostprophets
02:50 Papa Roach
03:40 Cypress Hill
04:30 Violet Femmes
05:30 New Found Glory
06:30 P.O.D.
07:35 Jay-Z
08:35 The Offspring
09:45 The Cure

Street Stage:

12:00 Taking Back Sunday
12:45 Fall Out Boy
01:35 The Living End
02:25 Lit
03:20 The Yeah Yeah Yeahs
4:20 Modest Mouse

Since I'm such a lazy ass and James takes forever to look good the world we got to HFS late. No matter. We got there just in time for a quick bite to eat, a drink, and on to Papa Roach. Papa Roach Blazed it and it was so much fun. They played a couple new songs are kicked ass. And I got introduced to my first fuckin mosh of the day. *scrape*




After that we decided to skip Cypress Hill and went to find some cool shade and some water. (The sun makes me thirsty) We found some shade and went on to listen to the last of the Yeah Yeah Yeah whiles sitting under a tree and eating on some Nachos. (Oh why do I love jalepeno's sooo...must be the little mexican in me) We lounged around somemore for Modest Mouse and subsequently missed out on Violent femmes. Which was okay for me cause it was so freakin hot outside. I was just happy to be in the shade. Finally, after we got our bearings *:-)* We went in search of our next beer. We just happend to find it in the Area (How did we miss it the first time?) and posted up for a second waiting for P.O.D.



As soon as we were finished with that first one though they closed. *pffft* Bummer!

Oh well, P.O.D. Was up next and we moshed our way to the front before it started.




I got to get a pic of the back of Sonny's head when he was in the crowd....*nice*




Anyways, after those pics we had to get out of the crowds and manged to get through one of the biggest fucking mosh pits there unharmed. (It was scurry!) We chilled there letting our legs rest before we had to Fight all the bitches to see Jay-Z. (James' baby daddy)




As you can see I got a couple good pictures...but again...fighting the crowd proved a little too much for my James and we blazed the fuck out. (My legs were tired anyways) We went up to the top of the bleachers and posted there...Relieved to finally be sitting! I was kinda sad that we didn't get to mosh for the offspring but they were still tight as hell! They were fucking awesome and I am a very renewed fan! Man, I can't tell you how much I enjoyed their set. Ugh, you just had to be there.




Anyways, last but not the least by any means was the cure.




Man, I am so glad I went cause the cure was totally worth it. I love Lulluby. It's the perfect creepy gothy quality that I love. They also played pictures of you and alot of other greatest hits. I'll mos defly have to see them when they come back to play the 9:30. Hell yeah. Great fucking times. And yes, James, we are so fucking on for next year. I can't wait.

Where did you week go?

I don't care where mine went...I'm just glad it's freaking Friday! Thank god. Plus, it's Payday! And I all my back bounuses... Great. Too bad I had 3 stupid over drafts. So I didn't get to enjoy any of it. ;(

Oh well that's the way my life is. It's my own damn fault. Either I can crap on myself about it now or be thankful I finally technically got a full paycheck. (The latter sounds better don't you think?) Yeah. I finally got a full paycheck. Yay! lol

Anyways, Ryan asked me to go to Red Earth with him. I know it makes his parents sad cause they wanted me to go to the Ala-Cou pow-wow but I dont' see that happening. Roacha's friend M is going to that one and I can just feel all the drama stemming from that. Tha girl is really nice and really sweet and everything. She means totally well. but...She's never grew up on the rez. She don't know what it's like or has the first clue. Plus, she thinks she's really hot and cute shit and doesn't care if she steps on toes. That's going to be an interesting one. For Roach having to deal with her and me. I know I could take care of myself. I know how girls are when they think you're trying to "take" the good men off their rez. Even if they don't like em. Don't be tryin to take what don't belong to you. lol.

Blah blah blah, I wanna gossip more but I'll stop. It's just not the best of situations. I hope it works out for them.

As for me, I'll be snaggin @ good old Red Earth. With My BEST FRIEND Ryanna! Yeah. I get to see Ryanna again! I miss that fool. I miss the chess and the wrestling. I miss his awesomeness. It'll be good to see himz. And I just heard that my girl James is going to Red Earth too. Hell fuckin yeah. It's going to be on til the break of dawn. I just hope I don't run into any "old" boyfriends. Well really there is only one and I sure as hell don't want to run into that fool. :( Blah.

Man I'm rambling.

I'll go for now.

Updated song list for the week:

1. I know you want me - Nastyboy Klick
2. Tainted - My Ruin *I <3 this*
3. Diary - Alicia Keys
4. What happened - Gretchen Wilson
5. On a High - Duncan Sheik

Angels and Demons...

Man, I finally just finished reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown, author of the Da Vinci Code. Man, that book was definately unputdownable! It was exciting from beginning to end. I think what I loved the most about it is that most of his fiction is based on real historical facts and even some current facts that many people aren't aware of. For example did you ever wonder where we ever got the pyramid thing on the back of the dollar bill from? Or what it has to do with American history? The truth is that it has absolutely nothing to do with American history but has strong historical ties to an ancient group called the illuminati.

From his website http://www.danbrown.com:
Many historians now credit the unseen hand of the Illuminati with influencing the design of the Great Seal. The Illuminati had infiltrated the brotherhood of the Masons at a time when the Masons were very influential in U.S. politics (Vice President Henry Wallace was an upper echelon Mason.) Most believe the Illuminati used their considerable influence to "brand" their symbology on the dollar bill.

The "all-seeing eye" above the pyramid is a well-known Illuminati symbol called the Shining Delta. The eye signifies the Illuminati's "all-seeing" infiltration of government and community. The triangle (or delta) around the eye is the mathematical symbol for change (the Illuminati's ultimate goal was to bring about massive change in the form of a secular New World Order.) And finally, the rays of light shining off the triangle signify enlightenment and illumination (i.e., intellectual freedom from the dangerous "myth" of religion.)

kewl huh?>

Anyways...Click here to listen to Tristan's Cicada song! (or right click and save as) It's soo cute!

Just breathe...

Being an Aries sux sometimes. (Well not really but sometimes its just really confusing) I love being an Aries. I love everything about being an Aries. The immaturity, the jealousy, the stubborness, the attitude. I'm a very big closet romantic. I wanna be swept off my feet. (But the draw back to that is that I hate not being in the loop! So surprises...sowie. I dunno. I love that I feel comfortable saying whatever the fuck is on my mind. And I love being #1. Cause I don't care if anyone thinks I'm not #1. I know I am. I'm the G.O.A.T. I am the greatest Spring Sunshine Fixico of all time. And ain't anyone gonna fade this. I know I am beautiful. I know I'm intelligent. I'm a fucking rock star. And you can try to bring me down but it only brings me back up more to know that if your hatin on me...you're just making me the center of your world for a while. And that's fine by me. Anyways. I really didn't have anything else to write about so that's what you got.

Cioa, Bailas...It's Wednesday.

A little poem if you will...

Um...you dropped something.

My head races as my heart screams.
My head melts as my eyes wander.
Lost and confused yet so annoyed.
Wondering when and what, why.
Staying stationary hoping for sense to come back.
I lost a lot I admit to myself.

I have not had nor wanted this thing for a while.
But somehow you have unknowingly left it here.
As if you dropped it on accident.
Not meaning to.
I hold it close wondering if I should give it back.
For what use is it to me?

What good is it to keep such a thing.
It weighs on me like I haven’t felt in...
It weighs me down and tugs me backward.
I can’t seem to get up.
I can’t seem to make it let go.
I can’t breathe.

It seems trivial to have such a thing.
Simple yet wrought with meaning and complications
I shouldn’t keep this
It wasn’t meant for me.
It was surely placed here by accident.
I have no choice but to return it before anyone notices.

I shouldn’t be seen with it.
So, I’ll just put in my sock drawer like a keepsake
Of what may have been
Had I known I had the courage then.
I now have not the courage to regret.
So I'll leave it there til perchance I see you again.

Meet my nephew Tristan...

Yes I changed my blog again. I found this awesome picture of my nephew Tristan and knew I had to make it a blog picture. It's perfect. This picture totally remindes me to not take life seriously. Life is too serious to take seriously, as my father always says. And I am 100% behind that statement.

Lucky Me...

I met this chick Claudia last night and she was fine as hell. She was really super nice. I know I look on the tramp side. But it was my ghey lover's birthday and he likes it when I dress slutty. (What's up with ghey men and boobs!) lol. Anyways it was a great night all in all. Her boi wasn't half bad either (actually he was fine as hell). I talked to him about losing my access fat cause he just lost 200 lbs. I was like damn. He's hot. I wish I remembered his name. *fans herself* They both walked me home. *LUCKY!*


*Bad picture of him*

Lovely Day....

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
A beautiful day for a neighbor.
Would you be mine.
Could you be mine.
Won't you be...my neighbor?

5 months later....

That's right I said 5 months later. I am finally strong enough and brave enough to boldly go where no other man nor woman had gone before. Yes that's right folks. I am finally doing my freakin laundry. I know I say that alot. but as we speak the soap is doing it's job and all my clothes are sorted. The battle has begun. Who will win? No one can say for sure. I will swing my sword of determination and use my shield of magic soap to conquer all that come against me. For I, Spring, shall be victorious. Yes...I am going to win.

"Die, Dirty Laundry, Die!"

Yo! I met Vince Vaughn!

I had the fucking time of my life last night.

I didn't expect to anything last night. I didn't even expect to go out. Roacha decided to take pity on my poor soul and took me out. It was kewl. We went to Big Hunt cause we were too lazy to figure out someother place to go. So we waited for her friend Julius (who has the best Native humor ever!) to get off the metro and then went. It was great. We had a couple rounds and then Julius had to go home. But not before Benji showed up. So another couple rounds and then someone just rudely bumps into me. And when I turn around there he was. The awesome and very tall Vince Vaughn.




Vince in his hay.




Thank god for digital cameras!


Benji and Owen


Anyways. I took this picture and then continued to be star struck. I absolutely love Vince Vaughn. I loved him Clay Pigeons and Psycho. I dunno. Just something about him.

Anyways, miscellaneous.



Benji and me.



Roacha



Anyways Happy belated Cinco de Mayo.

It's Wacky Wild Wednesday!

Muahahahaha!

Today my nephew's pre-k class had wacky wild Wednesday. Where obviously you dress Wacky and Wild. Never to be outdone my nephew wore Fuzzy Blue Alien Antennae, his dad's old tie around his head. An oxford with sock arm gloves and two tanks. sponge bob pajama bottoms with boxers over them. and his bear claw slippers. It's was this shizznit. His mom asked him if he wanted to wear his sunglasses too and he goes *puts his little hand up* *serious* "Mom, that's a little too much".

I Heart my nephew!

Needless to say either the others didn't dress up or the best they could come up with is just wearing plain pj's. One kid even went as far as wearing underwear on his head. (now that's a litte too much) I picture soon.

On another note....

Are any of y'all comming out for the "big" pow-wow in September conmemorating the NMAI Grand Opening Ceremony?

You have to. That's joint is sure to be mad crazy with Natives from all over! Native Celebs. (C'mon you know Adam Beach is going to be there, lol) Vendors. The whole sha-bang.

So come guys...I'm asking you. Begging you!

Even if you are iffy right now fill this out so you can be in one of the biggest grand entries possibly ever. Click here now!

Anyways, That's all I have to say about that. DC y'all. Bring your families. Bring your snaggin blanket it and lawn chairs!

Now why don't she write

I hardly ever find the time to just lay down thoughts ya know. Lay down these little thought fishies in my head. It's Cinco de Mayo and I have 20 bucks to my name. I suppose I'll save it for tomorrow so I can get piss drunk with Benji and win all the "Friends" trivia prizes cause I can. lmao. Yeeah. I have my other blogger outside this. I post most of my thoughts there. There are times, though, that I can't really say want I want cause alot of Natives (Americans) are so conservative. Not all of them. Not like I really care. If I really wanna say something I will. But once I have to second guess myself it seems pointless. I don't ever talk about being Two-Spirited. Or what it means to me. I wouldn't even know where to begin there. Not that it's a big deal. They know. I just don't make it a big deal. I dunno why I don't. Some of its like I don't wanna make a "official statement" like I felt compelled to or something. "Just so they're is no confusion I like pussy, too. Any questions? Good." That's just seems silly. And totally un necessary. I guess maybe it's just that my dad reads my blogger. Sometimes. And we haven't really talked about me being two-spirited. Although he knows as well. He's Two-Spirited too and the greatest guy I know. I fluctuate from I can tell him anything to sweating the petty shit cause he's my dad. Sweating the un necessary non-sense. It's like the baby white elephant in the middle of the room that's not bothering anyone so don't talk about it. Shh. If anything I should talk to him more about this. But alas....*whatever* If you don't know what two-spirited is its when your born a certain gender but with the soul of the other. Kinda like reincarnation with a twist. In my culture and many other Native cultures two-spirits were the leaders and the shaman. The healers and guiders. I was born into a strong family and I was born a two-spirit. I suppose you could sum up two-spirit as a person who is ghey but they are so much more than that and they are not all completely ghey. Take me for instance. I'm not just drawn to women. I tend to fall for really androgynous guys too. Kinda like the boy soul I have is gay. lol But I suppose that's just from being an Aries as well. My girl Lisa sent me this a while back about Aries lesbians... "Aries is obsessed with the bathroom. She loves public toilets as much as gay men do! In her heart, she is a bit of a gay man. You may feel her pushing you to parts unknown before you've even gotten to second base. That's part of her charm. Beneath her hot, womanly body, she's just a teenage boy with a hard-on." Yeah that me. ha ha ha...too funny. There is more to that but I'll post it later. Anyways. That about sums it up for me I suppose. Perhaps someday I'll get to have the chat with the old man. But for now I'll just keep the on having the fun with my girl James & Liquid Ladies and if Lisa ever gets her freakin internship, my midge. *sidebar* James was talking to this hawt chick that looked like Paris Hilton. It's was some funny stuff. She was pretty but he friend was less conceited and cuter.

Anyways...I'll guess I'll end for now. Brain dried up.

Am I wrong?

Official Eddie Spears Website

I was just wondering if I'm wrong for wanting to buy a Dreamkeeper poster hand signed by Eddie Spears himself. Eddie gives me naughty thoughts...

I just feel like it's groupy/teenagyish...

but then again besides being hot I like the movie...



I dunno...I'm so confused.

I got this from...

I got this from Sherry. I hardly ever resist a good quiz.

BILL! (Snake Charmer)



You're Bill! I love you! Anyways, you're skilled in the art of manipulation. You're very strong, talented, powerful, and witty. You don't seem to have any real sense of morality, and you only let your kindness show around a select handful of people (mostly Kiddo and B.B). You do have some regret for the horrible things you've done, but won't let it interefere with your life. You respect your opponents, and you generally believe in fair game.

Kill Bill: Which Deadly Viper Assassin Are You? (Vol. II spoilers... results with pics)