Playing Dress-up....lets hope

Remember Chuck Norris' Walker Texas Ranger show? I am pretty sure my Dad started the cult in "cult following" when it comes to that series (and probably Norris in general. Well remember his side-kick who was a black dude that wasn't quite as badass as Walker (of course) but could do round-houses with the best of them. His get-up was usually a bit tighter than Chuck's and his name on the show was James? Well tell me my brother who in sending me this photo authorizes me to publish it wherever I deem worthy, couldn't have been his stunt double with just a little more sun. Dad: another reason to be proud of your oldest son......

A Disneyland Story......

OOOOOOOOOOOOH...........




AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH........




UGH.......


RRRRRRRRRR........

Baffled

It was a day like any ordinary day. A day of errands and tasks on a typical midsummer Salt Lake afternoon. My man-friend and I had stopped at a local tire shop to get a couple new tires put on Abigale, my loyal Stratus, and we were waiting for them to finish, when out of nowhere we were hit with the inexplicable. He was of average build, fit, with some miniature muscles showing with his cut-off shirt. He was dressed in a masculine manner and wore nothing that would suggest femininity – he even had a tattoo. Moreover, his demeanor while talking to the manly mechanics at the shop was one of comfort and camaraderie, almost like he belong in a testosteron-ed tire shop – getting greasy and dirty while talking about motorbikes and loose women. But then I looked down and saw what he was toting, and to this day I have never been the same. He was carrying a bedazzled cat purse. Did he just like cats? Does he have a thing for Alice in Wonderland? And why did it have to be bedazzled? Bedazzled! I have been trying to conjure up a likely story so I can lay this to rest but I can come up with NOTHING. Nothing. I... Don’t.....Know. I don’t! And I probably never will. Ever. And I am not sure if I can live with that.

I had to share......

I was going to post this picture a while ago....to share the beauty of a Salt Lake summer squall and the unique double rainbow that day (plus it was the last day of Pride Week and I remember wondering if its arrival in the sky incited celebratory riots at the festival).

But then.....

I saw this video and realized that my apparent lackluster enthusiasm I had that day for the rainbow was unworthy of the unbelievable "intensity" and magnificence that is a tear-jerking, mind-blowing, baffling double rainbow..

The clip just gets better and better. It gets really exciting at about 1:10. Who ever said drugs weren't funny?

Are we doing this now?

This is the third time it's happened and I don't know how I feel about it. I mean, I suppose if it's the norm now, and there is widespread acceptance, I will have to get used to it. But more and more people are openly talking on the phone in public restrooms. I mean first of all, like probably everyone else, I confess to tinkle-talking every once in a while. Say you are on the phone and just pull into the garage and you have had to pee for like three hours, but your conversation is too intense to cut it off. Sure I will hit the mute button and go. But that is in the privacy of my own home, in my own room, in my own bathroom, not in a restaurant or a public university. It's most distressing when you are the only other person in the bathroom because you always, at first, think they are talking to you. And responding makes it like 10 times more awkward. Trust. Anyway I am finding it appalling, but if all the kids are doing it these days I suppose I can get used to it. I probably won't embrace it, but I won't be mortified about it. Can someone please enlighten me?

It was a mistake....

Dear Long Beach Granny's Doughnut (LBGD),

Sorry if this is awkward but I just want to clear the air about our affair last week. What we had was beautiful and special. I had no idea doughnuts could be as amazing and fresh and soft and decadent as you. During my week out there with you I felt like a different girl. A girl that could eat whatever I wanted, a girl that deserves as many baked goods as I can handle, and a girl that can deal with carb/sugar comas. You made me feel alive and I will never forget those late nights and early mornings with you. But LBGD, I am not the girl you think I am. I never was. This, ummmm, thing we had.... it was a mistake and.... and... well...it's over. It has to be. You aren't good for me and I could never be good for you. If maybe someday we run into each other again, I only hope that I will be strong enough to walk away. Thank you for everything and I will never forget you.

Sincerely,

Your Former Lover

Dikini's and Nelwins

....or...Mordor meets The Shire, depending on your epic blockbuster story of choice. Me, I like the classics.