Mother's Day Y'all!!

It was Mother's Day not to long ago...and here are some pictures to prove it. See, there's mom having a mother's day. And loving every minute of it. There are some presents...















Then we had sushi. See!
A bit too much.... But in the end we ate too much schpagetti and we all lived happily ever after. Brian stole Peggy's soul and was very elated and full of life. Patty went gay for a second. Mom smiled for some pictures. Dad was there too, but his face didn't show up...mmm...weird.

Oh my gawd

I'm back. I've got nothing else to do.
So...here's whats happening with me.
I moved to Hermosa Beach, California. I think my family is cycling in and out of CA. Patrick you're next. Someone other than me has to spend some time in DC maybe Texas.
I'm working at Mimosa Salon, a salon featured on Split Ends and Dr. 90210. I didn't see the Dr. 90210 but that's what the boss says. I'm one of the slavehands there. And I'm enjoying it. The owner there don't take no crap from no body. So it's a big change from my last salon.
I'm living with my manfriend, Jacob, he's a pilot and dreamy.
I can see the ocean from my bedroom window and get to watch the sunset every night. But you know what...it happens everyday and you really only want to watch it at the end. It lasts about 5 minutes and your eyes kinda hurt after.
Lets see...I can walk to work...that's all.
Love everyone

Lay off me, I'm broke

I got no job, I got no money, my pets heads are falling off!!!
I can't do anything for the rest of my life, until I get paid.
Sorry everyone.

Brian has inspired me

I'm posting a blog because my brother Brian is insane. Forget about his inanities, lets think about his insanity. Mmkay. He harrasses me about my readership of his blog. "Who reads my blog you or Staci?" "I need to know." "Oh I see, you're ignoring me now, don't worry I'm used to it."
For god's sake, read Brian's blog or it will turn into a long suicide letter.
I'm at home, in GA, and boy am I relaxed. Nothing to do but bother my parents. Ahhhhhh.
Funny stories-no
Amusing anticdotes-no
Pictures-no
SORRY.
Oh I just wanted to say something about Staci's latest blog. Write for your audience, don't say "suck it bitches," or anything about "bitches" when your readership consists of my family. My family. Ight.
Boo, you whore.

There's a black guy on your porch

Don't panic! I know everyone in the world has been waiting for my return to my predestined fame. So here I go...about to write a blog....something interesting...any minute now...it'll come to me...wait for it.

Today is Friday and boy are my arms tired. Works rough, that Brian Somers gave me the dirtest look today because he set down a DHL package that needed to be shipped off. So I immediately put the package on his desk and said, "I think you left this on my desk, I'm not your secretary." And like a cranky little boy, dropped it on the floor so that I would turn around and look to see him giving me a dirty look. Guys in all instances suck. When they're tired or sick they let everyone around them know it. I mean, at work, SERIOUSLY?

Let's talk about the Metro, because Brian loves to hear about Washington D.C.
Don't get me started. People will run in front of you to put their farecards through and then walk really really slow, right in front of you. It's like everyones in rush just to beat you where ever you're going. And especially when you are a habitually late person, like me.

Peace out I'm done.
-Shannon
(I just threw down my mike and walked off stage)

Let's bad mouth

People I hate right now:
-Brian Somers, My ex-boss. Why? Because he left work before I did and he got here after I did and didn't do much in between. And then tells me I have to stay until 5:30 regardless. What a peckerhead.
-Alex Schneider, My ex-boyfried. Why? Because he thinks I'm asking too much when I want him to get his stuff out of my apartment that has been there a month after we broke up. He wants to do it over the course of three days so that I could spend my weekend waiting for him to show up and get his stuff.
-Beth Henriksen, my best friend. Why? Because she won't stop doing her job interpreting a call to come talk to me, so that I have write this stupid blog that will someday bite me in the ass.
-Interpreters in New York. Why? Because they won't respond to my email asking them to do a job up there.
-Anybody else I forgot, that I hate right now, I hate you.

Give us any chance, we’ll take it. Give us any rule we'll break it.

I did it. I got my way. I talked the man down. I got the apartment I wanted!

I am now going to live on the seventh floor of The Consulate with my good friend Staci. It's a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom large apartment, with floor to ceiling windows and a huge balcony. My cats will have plenty to tear up.
Oh yeah. I got a kitten. His name is Baxter and he is my little gentleman. He's very skinny because I got him from a rescue society and I thought if I know one thing, I know how to make cat fat. Look at Meena. So he's in good hands. So things are looking up for me.
I think I(I mean we) got the apartment because I gave an old beggar woman 35 cents after I bought a large slice of pizza. It's Karma dude. Karma. Life is a garden, dig it.