Easter Day...Skyler and I are going to have a Mother Daughter Day tomorrow. Lunch, lingerie shopping, and a little body piercing. We're still discussing which body part. Skyler is excited about our outing tomorrow. She's due...

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Hubby's memory is getting bad---had to re-tell the story of my VW van to him again today. I saw it on a car lot for $200, I believe. This was 1969. It was a 1963 model, with a 1967 motor in it, so my sweet Father bought it for me. The dealer had painted it a navy blue, so that was pretty cool. As an Art major at ETSU, I just had to tweak it somewhat. Where both doors opened, I pained a huge sun with the rays going out all over the place; and the other side had a moon and stars. In Smalltown, USA, it got noticed a lot back then. And so did I, with my Robert Plant hair, and long, flowing, gypsy skirts. Twelve-string by my side. It was actually safe to hitchhike back then. [that's another post] Freaks were roadside all over the place, and I picked up anyone who looked fun. There was a trust factor---if you were under 30. I took the van to the dorm with me. Arfus Apple and Suzi Creamcheese had a VW bug plastered with paintings of fish and were also Art majors. As rivers rush to the sea, we combined our love of music, art, and getting high. All of us former outcasts from high school were kindrid spirits in college. Daphne Wigall was my roomie. I remember Colleen, Denise Stovall, Kathy Motley, and Elizabeth. It was probably the most beautiful time of my life.

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Bitch, yap, yap, yap---does he ever stop? Doesn't he know you're not supposed to rant until I've consumed mass quantities of java?

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I think If I see one more tired, bile-producing self-appointed title of 'Soccer Mom', I'll start picking them all off from the highest building. Now, I feel better...

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