This is "Real Talker". How it came to that name... as I'm sure you that if you are stuck to the TV, you would know... A turtle is talking in a theatre and a guy hushes him.. turtle asks if he just 'shh'd' him.. and the guy sez 'yeah' and the turtle sez ' WE got a real talker her, A REAL TALKER'.. so when I went back to the Greenware store, I saw this bunny.. he looked like a real talker.. SO, now he is the 'REAL TALKER' at home.
We just returned from Grandson's wrestling practice, we bought dinner on the way home.. After we ate, Grandpa had to go out and go back to work. I am stinkin' tired, of what? I don't know, I just feel so tired. I'm just sitting here right now, trying to figure out what have I been doing the last couple of days since I last typed in my journal.
Well, Grandson's mom didn't come for him yesterday... and it didn't bother him. So that's no big deal.
Oh, now I know.. I cleaned up more greenware, and started painting some. I got these ideas on what I want to paint on them and how I want it done. I am my own boss, so I make a mental note on how I want it done.. then.. when the time comes~ GUESS WHAT??? I don't remember.. then I sit there staring at my ceramic with a dumb blank look..
This weekend, I learned a whole lot about painting and decorating potteries, and just plain ceramic stuff. They were interesting.. There's paper modge podging, horsehair, newspaper, pastel (chalking), waxing, and just spraying.. and the regular painting.. The one thing I didn't understand is why would you want to paint it before firing, if you can just paint it afterwards?? And the glazing.. I still need to learn about that. A lady wanted me to go with her to Albuquerque, for shopping. She told me there's a store there that was 3X bigger than the one I was eyeballing. So, I wait for the day.. Hubby said No Problem.. He's just happy I have decent friends now.
LOL, we were driving on the Parkway when I saw this nice car beside us in the dark, it shined from the street lights..and the lighting's from the moon reflecting off the river.. I told hubby.. that looks nice. He glances my way in surprise and says.. 'You like that??' I sez 'Yes, why? Is it a crap car?' No, he says.. but a Chrysler 300 with the works... he told me how it has "BALLS when you punch it." I was already in wonderland.. I scoped out the body and the wheels.. kept an ear out.. .. he yapped on about the car..
I sez WAIT!!! How about my Mustang! IS it better than my Mustang??? My dream car was already diminishing.. 'It could be', he sez...
After we dined, we were walking in the parking lot.. he tickles me and laughs.. he sez.. "Ahhh, I see now.. You BIG STINKER!!!" I hadn't got a clue.. This would be another one of your hidden (sleeper) racing car!! I was like "Heyyy YNOT??" Sounds good to me.. and with class!
I love Mustangs, but the looks are more for Guys.. It's a chickie car only if it's dressed like one. I don't wanna look like a dyke.. it's bad enough I don't know how to do my hair.. Crap! I need a ladylike car, that kicks a$$ and still rawk-n-rollin on DM music. Ya know whadda I mean now, Jellybean?? Yeppers, I need me a chicky car with class.. A car still toss the street punks on their behind looking dumb. I really don't even know how it got to be like that.. Let me think here.. rattle rattle rattle.. tinker around here and there in the old file cabinet here..
O!! I started racing Crotch Rockets on short runs, then it went uphill.. then a late night thing around my neck of the woods.. then the backroads.. Then I got busted by hubby and the GT went.. Adios! My other Stang got parked for 6 months.. I just got her back about a month ago.. and it just sits there.. full tank, serviced.. it just sits there.. It's just not the same anymore.. it isn't.. O wait, I did take it to the store Saturday.. yeahh her wheels still squeals.. I remember now.. Yep, she still has it.
My only brother, that I have complained and angry at?? Remember?? Well, this morning I thought I would quit being such a bitch and call him back. He left me messages to call him back.. but I just ignored. I'm glad I called him back, I got to listen and chat with him.. he made me laugh, and he told me things that makes me feel better inside.
I don't know if I told ya I have been quite disturbed about something my mom said to me.. well, I found out it wasn't true. She was just trying to scam me again. O! That woman! I swear!! She just needs to quit it!! I confronted my neice about that... well she didn't have much to say then.. Yeah, my neice.. she gets her tail wagging.. she goes for anything. She or they know I would do what I can to help mom out.. O' I just about gave her 2G.. it's a good thing I just brushed them off.. BUT you know it bothered me to just ignore it.. I'm glad I didn't do it. Naughty relatives!!! O! That ain't the only thing they've done... My family are disgusting... they are, they are just ugly like that. OMG, only if you knew what they did, especially the one that suppose to be my sister.. she ain't no sister that's fo sho!! OMG!! I can only shake my head.
This is a thing specifically for hubby's recognition for his hard work. You see, this town border is full of racism. I don't want to start crap about garbage but it works both ways.. Hubby is white, and when we lived on the rez, he was constantly bullied by the natives.. they are the BIGGEST racist!! Including some of my own relatives..
He worked hard to make a committee in our neighborhood for improvements.. and he made it.. after so long.. the Dineh didn't want to comply with the structure of the plannings. Eventually to save time and monetary consumption, and being 'Fosterparents' (yeah, we were at one time.. that's another story) we sold our property and home and moved. Years later, Hubby walks into the Chapter House during a Funeral Reception.. A Board Member asked him if Hubby still remember him.. Of course, he did. Well, the guy said 'Do you remember the Resolution you submitted for your committee?' Of course, he tells Hubby he was granted 1.7 million dollars. But since he wasn't residing there anymore, and not on the committee he made.. the money is just sitting there.. JUST SITTING THERE, because "The People" don't want to follow the rules.. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT??? Instead they just used a small portion to run a sewer line.. O about 100 yards.. that's it. OMG!!! BUT I could go on with this.. But I just wanted to share that Hubby did try to do something for 'The People' of my tribe.
