Road Trip

We'll be running away to the renfaire in Tahoe this weekend. I even got a cool costume. I'll post pictures.

Mocha Mix

mmmm... durt



The yeard id really shping up (give me a break, I've had a drink)

This mulch is called Mocha Mulch. I called it Mocha Mix by mistake. Me and the fellow at the yard supply place laughed just a little. Then there was lots of shoveling and stuff.

Then there were drinkies.

Big drinkies.

The recipe for the one I'm quaffing is; Ice, the rest of the rum, fruit punch.

Our day

In 1984 it was pretty warm today here where we are. We had gotten everything prepared, including asking the neighbor to move the calf away from the corner of our fence that was right near the patio. The house belonged to my soon to be mother in law then. We set up a huge party awning over the patio which turned out to be perfect since it was actually 105 degrees on the day.

The morning arrived and final preparations were done and everyone arrived. There were so many people there, some have passed away, some we simply have lost touch with, many more we still call our friends.

That day was about us, and our promises to each other, and our hopes for the future. It was a wonderful day, we danced, people cried, we ran out of beer in the heat, had our picture taken a couple of hundred times, cut cake, and lounged on the lawn late into the evening. It was in fact a beautiful and special day that I will always remember.

We have remembrances from that day; rings, gifts, pictures, our wedding clothes. But mostly what we have is between us in our minds and hearts. It lives in our children and is expressed in our home together. It isn't perfect, sometimes it makes us cross, but it is our love and our life together. We share it and care for it together. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

How did I get here?

WTF happened to the week. One minute it was Sunday night, the next it was Thursday. I seem to remember going to work and stuff. I think I even went for a walk or two.

I made sure to watch a couple of bad movies. One mainstream, Old School unrated, the one with the (.)(.) (.)(.) and one that I can't remember the name of. That one was rillyrillybahd even though there were (.)(.). Old School was cute but it once again confirmed my unexplained dislike for Vince Vaughn.

Here comes the long weekend with few plans. Perhaps I'll celebrate my 22nd wedding anniversary.

DaVinci Code Lite

I found the extra condensed version of The DaVinci Code. Here it is.She is pale, the guys are all tanned, because she stays inside, because she's a woman. Duh.

Double Trouble

We watched Flesh Gordon last night. What a stupendously cheesy flick. We had a whole pile of friends (OK like about 14) to help us witness the debacle. It was a blast including festive drinkies and hot tubbing and goofy posing with the fake foam boobies.















There was even a last minute Marie Antoinette challenge using Sharon's big champagne glass, but I'm not posting that picture unless Laurie begs me to. Tonight we are redeeming ourselves by watching The Lion In Winter.

I did lots of plumbing work this afternoon (after I woke up) to get hose bibs and some automatic sprinkler valves in the right places in the yard to keep our nifty new plants watered. Next it's some drip system stuff to get the water from the pipes to the plants. It'll be superdandy.

gastastic

Holy crap Veronica! Filling the jalopy cost more than Jughead's crown! 39.685 Gallons @ $3.289 = $130.52 which gets me 596 miles.

At 15 MPG it now costs me $0.22 to drive a mile. That's $3.74 to get to work and $3.74 to get home, $37.40 a week. If I bought a replacement car for say, $15K I'd get about $8K for my Suburban leaving $7K to make up in gas. If I got 30 MPG, I'd save $18.70 a week. It would take 375 weeks or 7.2 years to make up the difference. Does that mean that buying a $15K, 30MPG car would pay for itself by mid 2013? Spose I'll have to figure the interest on the money too.

Hyde-tastic

We went to see Jekyll & Hyde The Musical tonight (Saturday). It was really very good. The leads blew us away with their performances. We saw it with Lisa &:-) Three of our Once Upon A Mattress buddies are in the show as well. It closes tomorrow. If you have a chance, go see the closing performance.

We bought a truckload of plants today so we can dig holes and fill'em up with plants tomorrow. This will greatly advance our front yard transformation plan. We'll follow that with a gate and fence so we can let the doggies out there with us to enjoy the fresh air. Hope to see you there soon.

Dance Dance Revolution

We went to a nifty dance show up at Canada College (say canYAhda) and Jessamy showed her mad dance skilz along with a whole bunch of other college students and one little boy who did his dance on roller skates. It was fun, but all the music was hip-hop and that's just a kind a music I usually can't abide.

On the way back to the car I saw this.

This pretty much sums up my feelings now that the ree-publicans are talking about Jeb Bush as their next dynastic prez.

I blame Karl Rove.

OMG! Karl Rove Thong!

Stupid Internets

Some stinkin internets smarty pants apparently beat me to the joke except they call them emotiboobs which is really dumb if you ask me. Boobicons are way better. Looky here NSFW!

I have to add these to my list:
( + )( + ) Fake boobs
(@)(@) REALLY big nipple boobs
(-)(-) Flat against the shower door boobs
(o)Y(o) Wonderbra boobs
\o/\o/ Grandma boobs

Bad Movies and Dancing Faeries

Friday we were able to convince eight of our friends to come over and watch the worst movie of all time, The Rape of the Vampire by some French dude. It was his first film and it looked like an experiment in no-budget cinema with the added bonus of an incomprehensible plot, terrible "music" and amazingly bad acting. There was random nudity, but it was so wierd that it wasn't even sexy (well not much anyway). If you are having a bad movie night, this is the film to get.

We arrived fashionably late last night to the PEERS dance. It was lots of fun. I even danced a polka. We got pretty tuckered out from all the fun, but we had enough energy to stay up till the wee hours with festive beverages, hot tubs and lots of giggly fun. We had a few friends over to help us celebrate the evening. It could have been more fun, but not much.

(Thanks for the excellent picture Peter!)

We sold the Escort

Cash is kinda cool, but you have to count it carefully.

boobicons

Emoticons are so Last Year. Boobicons are the new black. Here is the official reference table of boobicons.

(.)(.) Average breasts, small nipples just below center

(*)(*) Lifted breasts (place hands beneath breasts, lift)

(')(') Sky pointers, you know who you are

(' )( ') Wide sky pointers

(. )( .) Full breasts with small nipples that point to the sides

(o )( o) Full breasts with big nipples that point to the sides

( o )( o ) Really full breasts with big nipples pointing straight

I welcome your nominations to the reference table. And yes, I expect a comment riot on this one. And DON'T go posting any butticons or, saints preserve us, dickicons.

Lastly, the woman in the photograph is nobody I know. Type "boobs" into Google image search and you can get her picture too.

This is for Grace

This is one of those gimpy witty "get it off the internet from a site that has smileys and jokes every day and all that crapola" things but since my only best pretend internets friend urged me to do it I decided to pollute denigrate besmirch bless the blogoshpere with this drivel nugget.

You know you are from San Francisco if...
You take a bus and are shocked that two people are carrying on a conversation in English.
Someone says TENDERLOIN - you don't think of steak.
You never bother looking at the MUNI line schedule because you know the drivers have never seen it.
A really great parking space can move you to tears.
You know that anyone wearing shorts in July must be visiting from Ohio.
You assume every company offers domestic partner benefits.
Your boss runs in "The Bay to Breakers"....and it's not the first time you have seen him/her nude.
You are thinking of taking an adult class but you can't decide between yoga, aroma therapy, conversational mandarin or a building your own web site class.
You haven't been to Fisherman's Wharf since the first month you moved to SF and you couldn't figure out how to drive to Coit Tower if your life depended on it.
You were born somewhere else.
Left is right and right is wrong.
Your monthly house payments exceed your annual income.
You dive under a desk whenever a large truck goes by.
You can't find your other earring because your son is wearing it.
Your family tree contains "significant others."
Your cat has its own psychiatrist.
Smoking in your office is not optional.
You pack shorts and a T-shirt for skiing in the snow, and a sweater and a wetsuit for the beach.
Rainstorms or thunder are the lead story for the local news.
Gas costs $1.00 per gallon more than anywhere else in the US
A man gets on the bus in full leather regalia and crotchless chaps. You don't even notice.
Your car insurance costs as much as your house payment.
You give a "thumbs up" gesture to a car with a "Free Tibet" bumper sticker - and you mean it.
When you drive under an underpass - for one moment you think "earthquake".
You realize the only Republicans you know are your Aunt and Uncle in Texas.
You realize there are far more Rainbow flags in the city than California State Flags.
You go to your office manager's baby shower - the parent's are named Judy and Becky.
When your church elects a new Bishop who abandoned his family and two young daughters to fulfill his sexual urges with another man.
Your child's kindergarten teacher is named Bree, has two earrings, wears skirts with Doc Martin's, and you aren't sure if they are male or female, but that's just fine with you.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from San Francisco.

Giant Party Thingy

Well, after a whole day of cleaning up the yard, as planned and heralded heretofore, we partied. It was fun. There was nekkid swimming, drinkies, extreme croquet, drinkies, yummy snack foods for lunch and dinner, drinkies, hot tubbing with a whole bunch of people all at once, strawberries and cream on nipples (relax it was guys not gals), drinkies, and plenty of smiling and laughing. Here are a few of the 52 pictures I took. I stopped taking them eventually because I kinda forgot. Too bad the party ended prematurely after only eleven hours.