what do you get when you cross a pisces with a capricorn?

someone who keeps buying more toilet paper because they forgot that they already did.

we went camping this weekend.  it were gallopin’ fun!
here’s the posed photo:

here’s the normal one…

   girl and hook-handed-boy

I need to wear my eyebrow pencil even when camping and keep my eyes out of the smoke.  making a note of this in the chart.  I almost didn’t post this but the other ones of me were so much worse that this looked good by comparison.  the next best possibility was a picture where I appear to have a large gold tooth.  another appearance by the hook-handed-boy.

cos he’s just so damnably cute:

proof that I caught a 12 inch rainbow and gutted it myself with a plastic knife.  I have to admit, though, I didn’t kill it myself.  that was beyond me.  I think I’m okay with that.

apparently all we did was eat, catch more stuff to eat, and then eat some more…

everybody was still smiling right up to the end…

and there was a bloody hook hanging from the car door… muahaha…

no, not really, but I’m going to go eat the last of the chocolate now.  I look like a fat, fucking pirate, and there’s nothing I can do about that tonight.  happy days.

it’s quite possible I gots the boogie woogie flu.  pretty sure it’s not the rockin’ pneumonia… side dish of rockin’ seasonal allergies perhaps.

and cryin’… got lotsa cryin’.  whateva.

the little people wanted to watch survivor last night so there were no baths.  SO, there was much bathing and knashing of teeth this morning.  I am trying desperately to hang onto the shreds of a decent mood in spite of their protestations and general shittiness about the whole thing.  I’m trying desperately to stay out of that place where I want to rip off my own arm and beat myself unconscious with it.

have you been there?  do you, A.  have children… B.  do you bathe them… and C.  are you not a jackass?  well then, YES, I suppose that you have…  unless, I imagine, yours are aquatic wonder sports, in which case I’m sure they get you in some other department.  you have my sympathies.

WTFWJD?

keep your eyes peeled, fodonia.

Three names you go by:
LaraCigara (my sis)
LaraShellie (my mom)
that soul-sucking bitch that ruined my life (fex)

Three screen names you’ve had:
Larston (hipmama)
LaraCigara (yash)
DoctorEvil (xanga)

Three physical things you like about yourself:
my nostrils (go figger)
the color of my eyes (hazel)
my hands

Three things you could improve about yourself:
flakiness
getting things done on time
lose poundage

Three parts of your heritage:
english, scotch, welsh
I qualify for the DAR

Three things that scare you:
deep water
heights
boys

Three of your everyday essentials:
hand lotion
lipstick (lancome)
mascara

Three things you are wearing right now:
landsend cropped sports pants
bvd’s
moonstone ring 

Three musical artists or bands:
gipsyland
diana krall
pearl django


Three favorite songs:
at last… etta james
she’s the one… bruce springsteen
tyrone… erykah badu

Three things I want (have) in a relationship:
trust, friendship, hotsex

Two truths and one lie:
I dream about my friends every night
I lie about my weight
lycra is my friend

Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeal to you:
hair, tush (tuckus), smile

Three favorite hobbies:
golf, fishing, reading

Three things you want to do badly right now:
sex, golf, fishing
for some reason this got me to thinking about the george costanza sex/sammich/tv thang.  I’d like to revise my answer.

Three careers you are considering:
esthetics, cosmetology, law

Three places you want to go on a vacation:
montana, south america, thailand

Three kids names you really like:
oscar, olive, ravenal

Three things you want to do before you die:
travel to every continent
sail a boat by myself
scuba dive