here we go

the neighbors brought us over a whole grilled chicken, a plate of rice/beans and salad. do we think it's a bribe? yes. is it working? possibly. does the music drumming thru my windows make me want to shoot a gun- absolutely. conflicted? yes. i hate polka music and i fucking hate mexican polka and singers singing in mexican where there is polka involved. i fucking HATE IT. fuck. i need to go to bed right now just so the music will go away. and hopefully not seep into my subconscious. i mean it's january (cripes in a half- february!) for godsake. why the fuck are we being subjected to such a thing. anyway the point of this was to show you desert pics so i'll do that- and you can ignore this angry beginning part... and i'll blog about annoying thin people who constantly complain about dieting and how impatience is paralyzing... so now, onward to the desert.