today: sour green apple belts, an outfit to match, my little pony(i am a hoarse girl, yes it's true when i was a kitten i worked the stabels for lessons, and took every opportunity to saddle up for a trot or gallop {i have ridden a white hoarse though i've never ridden tHe white hoarse},new sneaks, no chemo just yet,though white cells are on the rise, more body builder eating,negotiating experience with mamma, furniture for the new apartment, i want crotans for the my place she says no, i'll be asking the athorities about this one. life and light in a home are very important.
she says; "fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, fuzzy wuzzy had no hair, fuzzyy wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy was she?!?" {he he HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!} in referance to my shorn locks. She also corrected someone's pronuciation of my chosen last name, which i liked i felt her acceptance of it. We speek in mixed tounges german and english woven in and out of each other, discuss the etomology of various languege groups, very nice this chatter. We talk about monsoon season, about hydroplaning and the plesant aroma of what i call the spice trees, what the Navajo call the stink trees and what are commonly known as creasote trees. Later ma' tailors girlie pants given me to better suit my gender bending body and Maleka and i decide that we are not hour glasses or pears or apples, but trees, i say i am an elm tree and maleka is a willow tree, and we both agree that pants should go no higher than two inches below the navel.