and my toothbrush

and my trash can with the Walmart bag liner

and my toilet paper

and can anyone spot the tag I’ve yet to cut off the chest on top of the shelves?

the one I bought three years ago.

What I really wanted to show you,
though I am uncertain why,
are my new green sunglasses.

That’s all.

Really.

I have nothing else to talk about today.

I’m sure I will be getting the notice any day from the Xanga team,
begging me to please close my account and move to WordPress.

I’ve been waiting for that notice for the last seven years,
but for whatever reasons, it’s yet to arrive.

They must take pity on this pathetic Wild Woman and cut me a lot of slack.

See why I need Xanga to continue.

Who would I show these stupid things to?

I’m pretty sure WP have regulations in place concerning open lidded toilets.

Really, I am.

Oh wait, don’t go yet….have you checked out the prizes in SaintVi’s drawing?

I’ve offered used footwear.

Seriously.

I know.

I’m pretty sure I could never offer used footwear for a drawing over at WP.

Xanga.

Where a wild woman can show off her toilet.

It don’t get no better than that. (and she can use her redneck talk)

(edit) Since some of you are crushing on my bathroom, here are pics from when it was actually decorated.  At the moment, everything is still packed up in boxes.

The dogs are all howling in unison.

Well, Sadie’s is more of a scream,
but she is giving it all she has,
that deep cry from the soul.

I adore these moments.

It’s the one way all nine of our neurotic and unique canine connect.

This is how I see Xanga.

Despite all of our backgrounds, we come together,
releasing all the glories from deep within.

It saddens me to think this gathering of beautiful peoples might cease to exist
under one single cyber sky.

I’m able to accept death in its time,
but I am not one to stand by and watch it happen.

I tend to get down on hands and knees
put mouth over mouth
and breath air into lifeless lungs.

It’s kind of scary to put ourselves into compromised positions,
questioning if it will really make a difference,
fear of being made a fool.

I don’t fear being made a fool, I do a good enough job of that on my own.

But, we never know if something can be saved, unless we try.

So many people told me and my Hunky that it was such a waste to adopt children.

And quite honestly, there were times when my soul was bleeding so profusely,
I was tempted to believe them.

My children’s wounds became my wounds.

Sometimes a soul is so weak,
we just invest
with no expectation of anything in return.

Because we love them.

Even if we don’t get the return we are hoping for,
fighting for something we believe in
develops that warrior inside of us.

It’s never wasted.

I stand here today,
a little shaken
a little stronger
with the love and acceptance of all nine of my children.

Lungs full of air and souls full of life.

I might be tempted to laugh in the faces of the naysayers,
but I won’t.

So, as for Wild Woman, she’s not ready to let loose of her Xanga West,
she’s willing to fight for her mangy varmints.
Her beautiful mangy varmints.

Slap her silly and call her a Stooge,
but she will be purchasing Six Year Long Xanga Blogging Memberships.
(one for WW and five mangy varmints she has already selected)

I mean sure, we can prepare ourselves for Xanga’s demise, but I feel the need to pull you all a little closer, under this same starry sky.

Care to throw your head back and howl with me?

For those who are interested, here is my facebook.
Just be sure to pm your xanga name, so I know you are not some lunatic trying to steal my chihuahuas.
They can only handle one lunatic in their lives, and I’ve got that base covered.