A LETTER FROM THE PRESIDENT

This journal is currently being featured by AOL's Guest Journal's Editor Plittle as one of the Journal Pick-Of-The-Week so for the benefit of any new visitors to my journal (and possibly to the chagrin of my regular readers) I offer this brief description of what exactly the Dust Bunny Club of North America is.

First and foremost, yes, Dust Bunnies is a real club.  As of yet I am the only member, which naturally makes me the founder, president, chairman of the board, spokes person, and membership officer.  Membership will be open to the public once I get my house cleaned up enough to hold meetings here... but then in doing so I would have to eliminate the breeding grounds of the rare North American Dust Bunny, which while endangered in most parts of the continent, seem to florish in my home.  Clearly the Dust Bunny habitat must be preserved so until a new meeting site can be secured, the membership drive is temporarily postponed. 

A few words and terms you may encounter during your visit here:

Dickidoo:  when your stomach sticks out farther than your dickie do!  (nickname I gave my husband)

Boobidoo:  when your stomach sticks out farther than your boobies do!  (I didn't really give myself this nick name, it just kind of found me).

Butt burp:  fart

Pee punch:  the fragrant concoction that results when more than one person uses the toilet without flushing.  Do not, I repeat... DO NOT drink this punch!

Oompa Loompa:  this is the name I have given all the little people who reside in my house.  Currently there are two sub-species, the Mountain Loompas and their Southern Loompa cousins from Kentucky.  No, they are not orange with green hair, but they can be quite disturbing at times.  You do not want to feed Loompas bean products of any kind, especially if you are to share cramped quarters with them.

Agh!:  this is a term I use when I find myself at loss for words.  I have learned a small level of self control.  This is it.  To use a cuss word or to say what I REALLY mean could result in getting fined a quarter for every expletive by my daughter who has set up a Cuss 'n Fuss fund, getting in severe hot water with Dickidoo who reads this journal (Hi sweetheart, how are you darling, sugar booger pie?) or worse... getting TOS'd by AOL for violating community standards. 

A little about myself:   I just recently stepped down from a job I loved to spend more time with my children and to help them with their education which at this point is more important for their future than my career is for mine.  There are no regrets, the benefits were immediately obvious.  I have been married to Dickidoo for 21 years, during which he retired from the Army and has just recently graduated with a Bachelors in Business Management.  We have 5 children.  My oldest is a Calvary Scout with the US Army at Fort Campbell.  He also presented me with my very first grandchild!  (I was SOOOOOO ready to be a grandma!)  My second son just graduated from high school this year, and the other 3 are still in school.  There has been a lot of confusion as to my ethnic background based on my picture there in the About Me section.  I am half Okinawan (on my mother's side) and half what ever the heck my dad is.  He just simplifies it by saying he is 'Heinz 57'.  I am not Mexican, however I am Indian by injection.

Thank you all for the congratulation messages.  I appreciate them more than you know.  Paul, thank you for this honor.  And thank you for seeing what I have tried to convey with my words and stories. 

I still remember a comment I received when I first started this journal over a year ago, the reader wrote 'Get a life'.  Well, this IS my life.  For the reader who was not impressed with my life,  I'm not here to impress anyone. Thats what YOUR life is for.  This is my life, plain and simple, whether anyone approves or not.  Of course its always nice to know when someone does enjoy sharing yours, and so thank you all again.

Dornbrau,
President,
Dust Bunny Club of North America