Two Peas in a Pod

yeah buddy...I mean you.

2007-06-15T20:49:39Z

People are weird so this is FRIENDS ONLY

cuba

2006-08-04T17:32:39Z

Does anyone have photos of the giant electronic sign that sends political messages into the Havana night? Point me to a site? Pictures of the flags that are blown by the sea breeze blocking the sign? Bush as dracula?

The Twins

2006-08-01T16:22:10Z

I'm only a human with peas

2006-07-25T20:06:41Z

My name is Jamie Lea and I have been impregnanted by a Grenash of aliens from the galaxy of Peshnah. My first alien encounter was at the age of five that my mum blamed on my sleeping walking and an overactive imagination. The aliens all were very tall mostly all with long dark hair that curled slightly at the ends. They were friendly with soft eyes and a delicate touch. I was told this was simply preparation and it wasn’t ‘the time’ yet. The days and years passed and the encounter had been forgotten. Last month the Grenash of aliens met me in the elevator on the third floor of an Extended Stay on Sixth Street while I was going out for a cup of coffee. They did not speak much except to elaborate on the state of my galaxy and the ending of the circle. Their friendly soft eyes and delicate touch were familiar and made me feel like my insides were turning to ooze. They whispered of procreation, impregnation, and continuing the cycle while implanting a growing love of two pods inutero. I tried to listen to the soft whisper of the plan but it was difficult considering the circumstances. I was hoping to produce a bakers dozen of love aliens but a Grenash is only a group of ten aliens born in pods of two. After a month I gave birth to two identical pods that I will place on a windowsill for two weeks watering daily awaiting the great hatching.

leading the horse

2006-07-24T17:08:40Z

Narrator: In A.D. 2006, Web was beginning.
Captain: What happen ?
Mechanic: Somebody set up us the journal.
Operator: We get signal.
Captain: What !
Operator: Main browser turn on.
Captain: It's you !!
CATS: How are you users !!
CATS: All your base are belong to Frank.
CATS: You are on the way to 404.
Captain: What you say !!
CATS: You have no chance to reach your page. Make your spelling correct.
CATS: Ha Ha Ha Ha ....

pluot is hybrid love

2006-07-11T22:32:19Z

Destination Austin

2006-06-29T15:24:31Z

Whoever told me that the happiest days of being a boat owner are the day you buy and the day you sell is right. We sold Second Wind two hours before we left the island in route to Austin. We 8 boxes and an e-bay auctioned remote control truck for Patrick to mail for us as well as our wedding cake. Which, honestly, I'm not too interested in eating a year old wedding cake on our anniversary but I would like to have the two wood carved fish that sit on top.

I've been looking for rental homes in Austin. Perferably the Hyde Park area or downtown. Joel workes in North Austin off Burnett so that area makes the most since. I found this cute 2/1 on First but they haven't returned my call.

I had a job interview yesterday. I didn't get the job. I'm not too upset about it.

My loved ones...

2006-04-18T17:22:36Z

BACON NEWS

2006-03-28T14:18:06Z

This cute asian little man is making pigs healthy as fish! Soon we will be able to eat bacon that is loaded with Omega 3 Fatty Acids. Good for the brain and good for the heart!

jamieloulabelle @ 2006-03-20T09:52:00

2006-03-20T14:54:56Z

Spring begins at 1:26 today! This weekend was a beautiful last three days of winter. It was 82F and about 5 kts of wind. We sailed to the Goat Cays. We ate, drank, danced, banged drums, and swam. It was wonderfully fun and I've still got sand in my hair to prove it.

Signing Off,
Coocoon Woman

Picture of God

2006-03-17T15:06:41Z

Coffee is bad.

The last of my Jelly Belly's

2006-02-16T21:01:29Z

1. unknown – taste like sugar
2. red..taste like sour red candy pellet
3. yellow- taste like sugar
4. white w/ yellow spots- popcorn flavor extra buttery
5. brown- yummy coffee flavor or maybe it’s toffee
6. tan- this one is def. coffee
7. blue- I swear it taste like curry
8. yellow w/ white spots – unknown
9. burnt orange- unknown
10. red- see number 2
11. pink with white spots- bubblegum m mm m mm m mmMmm m!!!

*note to self: The Jelly Belly’s in the box with the flavors labeled are easier to identify.

My mum, grammsies, and myself

2006-02-09T13:42:26Z

Three generations

wedding weather

2006-01-12T20:50:34Z

outside wedding

weather prediction:

Saturday 01/21/06 High of 81 Low of 67 Scattered Showers

Dear God:

2005-12-16T14:15:29Z

Dear God:

Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones why don't you just keep the ones you've got?

Jamie

P.S. The stapler is one of your best inventions.

Weave yourelf into my dreams.

2005-11-03T19:56:50Z

I am the center of a teeny tiny big universe. The star, the moon, the snow flakes, the herbs that grow steadily in my garden: all there for me. The others are marionettes that follow a carefully drawn script. My creator, Miss Swiss, a woman of small stature with a pointed nose with black rimmed glasses perched near the end. She is small but big at the same time. It’s because she is powerful and her shadow large when the sun is behind her. When the new moon rose she came to me with a tightly wound book. Its pages were thin. I could see the end from the beginning. I could determine my fate with this book: choose my destiny, choose my own adventure. It reminded me of the Sorting Hat from Harry Potter. The page were filled with iconographic images: birds with the heads of mouse, elephants with 6 arms, a bearded man hanging by his head from a tree, an Asian man sitting in a rocking chair, 4 pointed stars, moons, circuit boards, dogs with two heads, women with pointed hats. I was overwhelmed. My stomach was inching its way to my mouth. My time ran out. The book fell from hands, turned to ash and blew away in the air. I did not have control any longer. My fate had been determined; my script drawn and free will taken.

My lover was lost. His carbon particles were strewn about the universe collecting themselves for return. When he returned, I was: neurotic, schizophrenic, a phobic, disturbed. It was the easiest way to be. I was catered to, nurtured, taken care of. I was special. I wasn’t happy about being a neurotic, but once I boarded the train it wouldn’t stop. I craved normalcy. My lover was sickened by me and had said my eyes had lost their luster. He hated my horns and called me the devil.

My lover’s father, a doctor, saw the light in my eyes and had hope for me. He was part of the elite, the top of the heir archery; a friend of my creator. His garden was green and flourished with silk trees and orchids that smelled like cherries. He gave me a brown wooden suit case with tiny silver wheels on the bottom so that when it became too heavy I could roll it behind me. The suit case was from 1820, I knew this because it had an engraving on the inside scribbled in black marker that said “To my Grand Daughter, 1820”.

I sat in his garden grabbing leaves off bushes and ripping them into tiny pieces which I shoved in my pocket. When the doctor arrived he told me that life was simple but people make it complicated by not living in the moment. All I had to do was live in the moment?! He placed a watch on my wrist and set it to beep in four minutes. I closed my eyes and stopped worrying about the future and regretting decisions made in the past. The watch beeped. The neurotic tendencies faded. I awoke.

Friends ONLY

2005-10-02T23:51:19Z

Asians at school

2005-08-04T19:45:11Z