Recent Email With My High School Friend That I Found On Facebook

From: Shannon White [mailto:shannonofthewoods@yahoo.com]
Sent: Friday, August 08, 2008 8:43 AM
To: MyPinkMexico@gmail.com
Subject: I remembered something


Mary Dawn of Creation,

One time at a dance in High School you told me I danced wierd, but you kinda liked it.

What did you mean? Was it all the snapping? Or was it my double-jointedness?

Shannon White



Mary Dawn says:

you know, i dont' remember exactly how you danced...can you make a video and post it on YouTube to refresh my memory? hee

The Little Men In My Head

I think I'm hard to talk to. My eyes wander. Attention is distracted. I'm scattered to say the least. If I ever get a brain scan I'm sure they would find little well dressed men inside of my head- all humming different songs. Working. Getting in fights. And cooking spam.

Because of this, I've told myself that this summer I will finish some projects. I've got a million things in my head, things already started. Half done things. So, I am committed to finishing something. One of which is this owl picture. I painted him with the intent of painting a friend for him to hang with. Problem is, he's been hanging on my wall with no friend. It's driving my symetry loving self insane. I feel like my house might tip over if I don't balance this with a companion piece on the other side.

So, join me in my True Confessions. What undone project do you need to work on this summer?

Driverse License Branch, Why You Be Hatin' on Me?

Today I went to our local license branch. It did not go well. I will spare you the details. I will say at one point it involved long toenails and those soccer shower shoes. Oh, and my son pointing. Oh, and cursing. But not by me. At least not out loud. At one point we left because the computers were down. Because I was bound and determined to get my license renewed, we went and hung out at McDonald's. To appease the natives.

Guess what, playland was closed. So, we had our tasty McDonald's and returned to the license branch. There "L" touched and rubbed every surface available. Tomorrow I'm sure we will break out with Hoof and Mouth Disease as well as pink eye.

Twenty something dollars and 3 hours later I walked out with a license. The thing that bothers me the most is not the hoof and mouth disease, or toe fungus on a 38 degree day. I wasn't so upset by the lady in front of me who seriously coughed so much she started gagging. The big bite of the whole day was my photo.

I have a long history of bad license photos. Two licenses ago my photo was so bad, friends would gasp. With this past experience I decided to prepare. So today I washed my hair, even though it was a "no hair wash" day. And, I wore my best shirt. You know, the one that looks like you didn't try that hard, but "dang she looks good". I posed in the mirror. Chin out, head down, tilted to the left, breath in, smile slightly. I was prepared. This was gonna be my year.

So, when I went to pose for the ever so friendly lady, I did all these things. I did. So why is it my picture looks like a 12 year old preteen boy who has had way too many Twinkies and refuses to participate in gym class because his knees hurt? Why people? Every single day until the year 2012 I will have to look at this photo. Those are four years I can never get back. Why? Why?

Spring Count Down

I have only two days to renig on my promise of "My Most Embarassing Moment". There are barely any votes. I need atleast 20 votes before I pay up. You people gotta throw me a bone!

Thanks... I'll be here all weekend.

There are many things I love about my husband. He’s handsome, disciplined, got nice legs, oh and smart. He’s great at his job. He takes good care of us.

But… He does have a weakness…

With his “Good Sport Permission”, I give you my husband’s cover of the 80’s song “We Built This City” originally sung by Starship. I seem to be unable to link... newbie... anyway, copy and paste this in your browser, and then enjoy!
http://www.sheltershed.com/Starship.mp3

Coming March 21... In Celebration of the first day of Spring- My Most Embarrasing Moment