Is Eva Longoria Parker a Doberman?

Let me go ahead and start this off by saying that I think Eva Longoria Parker is a beautiful, sexy woman and I enjoy her acting immensely. She’s definitely a hottie, but for some reason, every time I see her, I always think of a doberman pinscher.

So here’s some photographic evidence that yes, she may very well be related to the canine species:

Tracy: The Bitching Bipolar

I am sooo fucking aggravated right now.

I need out of my head. I want my thoughts to just stop. I kind of wish I could be blank right now.

But I don’t want to be blank.

Nighmares

Ok, so my Hubby is away on business for a little while and after I took him to the airport this morning, I came back home and went to sleep.

And then “it” happened.
The nightmare.
The realistic nightmare.

I was sleeping and I felt something warm towards my leg area, so I tried to get up, but couldn’t. I was in some sort of paralyzed-like state and things were dark and blurry. The harder I tried to push myself to get up, the more intense the feeling became, so I was forced to just lay/lie there. Then I heard what sounded like peeing. Then I heard the toilet flush. The clock said 7 something.

I’m'll

So I’ve made up a new word… “I’m'll”

I figure it means “I have got to” and/or “I am going to” as in: I’m'll go to Crystals and watch a movie. I’m'll get some food in just a minute… let me get off Facebook first!

My Hubby says this is just a longer version of “Ima” but I don’t ever use that word… I always use my own version. It sounds like a cute little Southern word and I like it a lot better.

So next time you catch yourself saying I’m'll, let me know and I’ll be so very proud!

Being Commited

I remember when we drove up to the hospital and my parents were both standing at the front entrance waiting for us to arrive. I couldn’t figure out how they had beat us there, but it didn’t matter. I was feeling as peaceful as I could. I bid my boss and co-worker goodbye as they handed me off to my parents and we went inside and registered. All I did was tell the lady behind the desk that I swallowed 26 Klonopins and I was immediately put into a wheelchair and taken to a room.

Feeling at Ease through Life’s Expense

I didn’t necessarily want to die, I just wanted to go away. I wanted everything to go away. I was unhappy with my life and nothing seemed to be going right. My marriage wasn’t what it was in the beginning, my parents and I had been butting heads a lot lately, and I was bored as hell with my job.

I started off my taking just a couple of Klonopins. Nothing extravagant, just a couple. And they made me blank. I just didn’t care about anything. I was like a zombie; I would wake up, go to my job, and just co-exist with everyone by not really saying anything. I felt like I was asleep and watching myself in an unevertful dream.

Getting to Know Me

So I went to a blogging class given by one of my favorite authors, Hollis Gillespie, and Michael Alvear and it was a lot of fun. One of the suggestions was to upload a video of yourself so readers can get to know you better. So here’s the wonderfully weird Tracy and a helium balloon. Seriously, just give me a balloon and I’m entertained. I’m very simple like that.

Impulse Decision

You guys need to know something about me: I loooove animals. Animals are a part of my family and I love each one of them dearly. I’ve had all kinds of animals including dogs, cats, birds, hamsters, turtles, degus, lizards, frogs, etc.

I had a really bad day today.

Professional Sharting… Sport or Accident?

I’m what you would call a professional sharter. You know, where you go to fart and a little shit comes out? Yeah, I’m good at doing this. I used to save it for an at home experience only, but lately, I sense my asshole is actually out to get me.

Soon to Be Crazy Cat Lady? Maybe…

I don’t live in the ghetto and I don’t expect to, though it sounds fun from the writings of people like Laurie Notaro and Hollis Gillespie. There aren’t any crack whores that walk in my neighborhood, no dead bodies or parts of bodies that turn up in trash bags, although I do suspect that there is a somewhat of a brothel on my street.