Pull out the tongue

Maia does her best James Dean

I iz schtoopid

I was looking through flickr at pics and saw a gray someone ... I thought it was a person in a large bunny suit. I thought, maybe, ready for Peter Cottontail to head down the bunny trail to make some child happy or in wonder. No. It was a woman in a gray sari.

Boy, am I sorry I mistook the sari.

left the corvette parked out front

I was on a busy main street the other day when I saw a bright, shiny corvette parked in front of a house in a little run-down area. "Life-size" Barbie apparently parked it there and went in to play some more with the girl who lives there.

Iraq?

So, I was at MR's last tonight and saw, "Iraq in Fragments" showing the Sunnis, Shia, and the Kurds. The Sunnis verbally repulsed the government and despised the US. The Shia are the skinheads, fighting anyone for no reason -- hating the US and well ... anything not Shia and even some Shia. The Kurds, it appears live in Kansas, living a simple life mostly weapon-free. From what I saw, the Shia were the most violent, bar none, and everyone had a weapon be it a stone, knife or gun.

If we had to take any Iraqis, let's have the Kurds.

What kind of street is this?

There were a couple of faggots at a corner of the street as you can see. They were being pretty obvious.

They seem to blend together

I got a call for a phone interview with one of these places.
I can smell it now, oh wait ... I work at one too.

"Dear God", he wrote

Were I to have a child ...

working hands

'My hands are worn, I know
but they're not yours, they are my own'

-- paraphrased from Jewel, "Hands"

I feel the strains of calluses trying to heal, but for a lost cause. I get minor burns, cuts and sores, thick pads which were once hands. I have appearing working man's hands. I haven't been "counting money all" my life.+ Granted, I do deal with some money, but mainly working with my hands, push, cut, burn, repeat.

+ Jaws

with a twist

Keith claims this ... the picture that shows a Cramer house.

After twister, Charlie practiced punching ... thankfully not Daddy's groin.

Charlie brings us the ghost of 70s past.

Girls on the sofa; Lori cuddles with Cheyenne or vice versa.

Charlie entices me to play twister -- ultimately, the dogs won as they had to get in on the action. Keith also encouraged them by throwing the tennis ball under my legs. The payoff was me falling on my butt.

Figure 4 position and you can see my bald spot. Cool, I wonder if I'll have hair at 50.

Echo chews on my neck ... no, really just wanting to kiss me -- on the face. Good buddy Charlie on my back.

Here, it's clearly looking like a chew.

Chew! I'll then chew on his neck, while Cheyenne bites him too. They like to cheat.