That's what I dreamed that Mira said to me when I called her Cutie She's barely past "mom" right now so that cracked me up.
One more day to Rocktober! Look out folks, it should be a fun one. :-)
I've had this memory in my head for a number of years now and it wasn't until the other day that I put two and two together.
Back in middle school I went on the DC trip. After coming out of one of the museums on the Washington Mall my girlfriend and I were eating disgusting Neapolitan freeze dried ice cream that we got at the gift shop. We had been approached by homeless people every time we were off the bus (and there was that one time a drunk one came ON to our bus, but that's another story). My bleeding heart had been breaking since getting there, but I knew the rules, no money, no eye contact. So my friend and I were alone and eating our nasty block of ice cream when a woman approached us and asked for money. I, thinking she was hungry, offered her my "food". She rolled her eyes, took it, and walked off in a huff. Ten feet down the sidewalk she dumped it in the garbage (hey, at least she didn't litter).
At the time, I thought that for a homeless woman, she was decently dressed, but I didn't think much of it - her clothes could've come from anywhere, and when you're at a certain point you take what you can get.
It wasn't until this week that I recalled this memory and realized she was wearing high heels, Lee Press-Ons, a very short gold dress and was draped in a massive fur coat. Yeah, she was probably a hooker. Never even dawned on my junior high brain (and I wasn't no stupid kid), but I also thought hookers looked more like Julia Roberts and hung out in alleys. I didn't think they'd approach 12 year old girls on the National Mall. Ha!
Here are a few more fun pictures from my trip last month.
Another view from my room at the Westin:
But clearly you can see that Missy's kid here also has some problems of her own. But that's Missy's fault. She was the one who fed the kid on a picnic bench, knowing full well that the kid eats like a dawg.
Now that my sister is a mama she doesn't like my baby eating jokes. But you can tell she's still a closet zombie. Here I found her trying to suck the brains out of another cousin's kid. She claimed she was snipping his hair to give to her own semi-bald child. Either way, she's one sick fuck.
The kids in my family are gonna be so messed up.
that this arrived recently?
I cannot wait to dig in. Of course, we really want the stereo box too, but this was limited edition so we jumped on it. "The Beatles" is even embossed on the white album. Just like the vinyl. Oh, they did such a lovely job with this box.
In other news, the Star Trek project is drawing to a close. We have three episodes and a couple of commentaries left before we're done with all of the official television and film releases. Mind blowing, eh? I keep begging Mr. Val to skip the last episode of Enterprise. I still can't figure out why Berman and Braga took such a huge dump on the series finale after it had really started coming into its own as an excellent show. Troi and Riker? Really??? Did we seriously need to rehash that old bullshit that was tired before its own seven years were up? Sigh.
May I present the "Walkin' Taco", a delight to the culinary senses provided by one of our vendors at this year's bluegrass festival.
One of the shitty things about living in this apartment complex is the constant maintenance being performed outside. I'm lucky, most of it goes on while I'm at work. But it's not even 7:30 in the morning and someone is weed-whacking right under our window. WTF??
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