My boobs were my tools of the trade for almost 20 months.

Once my youngest daughter weaned herself from the Magical Boob Juice, the fun really began!

(And by fun we all know I mean chaos!)

Pull up a chair, sit a while, read a few pages.

Keep and open mind and a joyful heart and you too can get pumped into the world of The Milk Maid.


2/29/08

The You've Been Tagged Friday Mish-Mash

Charlie bit me!

Oh- no, I mean B tagged me for a ridiculous meme and I will only comply because of that whole free room and board setup.

The Rules:
1. Grab the nearest book of 123 pages or more.
2. Open it to page 123.
3. Find the first 5 sentences and write them down.
4. Then invite 5 friends to do the same.

My Book: The Sex and Music Issue of Play.boy from March 2006...

Nope- wait. Page 123 has NO words (I dig the red leather boots though).

My (revised) Book: A Salty Piece of Land by Jimmy Buffett

"Somehow I had clicked into survival mode and had begun to think quite clearly. The first thing that came to my mind was that we were not moving. Then I heard Wilton's voice. I opened my eyes to see Wilton Stilton sitting in the driver's seat. The winner of the Miss Mullet Wet T-shirt Contest was sitting on his lap."

Now I tag Dooce, Mimi Smartypants, Papa Smurf, Mike Rowe, and Bob Marley!
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I'm glad that most of you don't think I'm crazy over the kidney thing. We all have our trigger, and stuff like that is mine. I know, I know, it's like I live at 123 Pessimist Street, Real World, Earth, population 1 some days. I want to believe in miracles- every single damn day I just want to let go and believe- but the real me who has been pushed around and scorned and lied to so much can't let herself believe again. Belief involves trust. Trust is made to be broken. Perpetuation of the pattern. Just when I think the pattern is broken I realize it was all a trick. A trick to build me up and tear me down.

Sigh- ok, enough depressing crap.


Here's your happy of the day:


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Chipper Gato, aka Chip

--The Milk Maid says nom nom nom.

10 comments:

B said...

Miss mullet? I'd LOVE to see that contest. You can't be happy all the damn time, noone is. Everyone has their secret fears and pain they nurse quietly..MOST of the time. Trust? I have my own issues with trust. So far my friend, I have nothing but trust for you..and that scares the shit out of me.

The Mother Hen said...

hey we just watched that "Charlie bit me" video at mops this morning. Hilarious! You are a good egg. No worries here.

Deena said...

Girl, that's what your blog is for, to vent the frustration.

Chip is one cutie pie! I love his black nose. (You know I'm a sucker for a pussy).

Anonymous said...

The whole point of blogging is to bitch it out and not take it with you in the real world where real people have to deal with you. We're always here for you in muppetland. always!

twondra said...

Sorry about the kidney thing. That's hard. :(

Hope you're feeling better! Thinking of ya!

Unknown said...

The kidney stuff is not easy... and you are ALLOWED of course to talk about it on here! It is your blog my dear.

my cowgirl alter-ego said...

did b promise you board? are you sure? does this mean i'm cooking? how do dairy free treats sound?

Michelle said...

So sorry I been lagging behind in the blog world Aradia. I promise this week, Wed/Thurs I will be able to catch up. I hope you are doing ok. I often think of my blogger family.

The Milk Maid said...

K- B said something about me sleeping in the garage near a pit. Should I worry now?

Dairy makes my poop angry :P

Anonymous said...

I really like when people are expressing their opinion and thought. So I like the way you are writing