Camera Phone Fun

Lesley's blood on one of the couch cushions to the Terrorist's couch.  (A couch which I strongly dislike... but we wont get into that.)  Lesley called me one night when I was hanging out with the T and told me she sliced her finger open but she thought she'd be fine and she was going to go out drinking.  (Smart, huh?  Thin out your blood when you have an open wound.)  Anyway, we talked her into stopping by his place so he could play doctor, the couch was unfortunately just an innocent bystander that was in the wrong place at the wrong time.







Lesley and I laying on the benches at Ikea, waiting for her couch.  Fuck, I loved that couch.  It was a little on the soft side but it was so big and cozy and wonderful.

A picture of one of the first cloves of garlic to ever enter my woman-ness (sorry I've been reading romance novels lately)  I believe the keys are there for scale.  I haven't had those key chains in ages.  That was taken a LONG time ago.

I really don't know why this picture was taken.  I believe it was to convince Chris to come hang out with us.  I don't think it worked.

 
These two were taken the morning of Adian's 6th birthday.  (I think it was 6th.)  We had breakfast and then went swimming at the local-ish community center.  It was a lot of fun.  Miss those two terribly.

Something bit me.  A lot.  I don't know what the fuck it was but I woke up with this yucky, itchy rash one morning and it took like two weeks for it to go away.  I found some creepy bug type thing in my room a few days after and was convinced that that was it but I never got around to googling it to find out what the fuck the bug was and if it cause itchy rashes or not.








This picture sucks.  And as stated in the last post I'm lazy and don't feel like fucking with the levels on it to make it clearer.  What it is... two bottles of NightTrain a bit bottle and a little bottle.  The T got the big one, I got the little one, we proceeded to drink them all then had my first drunken sex experience.  I'm sure there was more to it then that, but those are the key points... And I remember the sex well, it was some good lovin'.

My friend Kathrine uses the handle "SexHead" for all her online adventures so I decided to show her that she's not the only one who suffers (is it really suffering though?) from Sexhead.






Back around April or May the T and his roommates had a BBQ.  It was to celebrate the birthday of one of their friends/roommates who had passed away a few months prior.  The T invited me and I did my best to "forget" about it because I'm not good with strangers especially since I wasn't sure where he and I stood regarding relationship stuff and I knew there would probably be a lot of his female friends there many of whom he'd boned at some point in the past.  Anyway, he wouldn't let me forget and Lesley wasn't home so I couldn't get her opinion on how I looked to I took a picture and sent it to Kathrine for her opinion.  This was the picture I sent.

It's a cervix made out of soap!!
 

This flower was at the gate to our front yard.  I'm sure it's dead now but when I took this picture it was still doing well even though it was REALLY freakin cold outside. 









It's a mouse cheese grater!!!   How cool is that?!?!?!

Apparently you can buy vibrators at Freddie's now.  I love the fact that they write "Personal Massager" on it and have a picture of a chick on the cover.  They could at least try to be a bit more discreet.  Any-who, it's good to know that if my "personal massager" breaks I don't have to go far to get another one.





At work we've been having a lot of waste at the end of the night so we've started discounting certain items to $1 after 8pm.  When I got to work after my weekend this is the sign that the 19 year old supervisor created to inform our customers about our deal.  It says  "All Pastries on the top shelf are just $1 today.  (Smiley Face)  Awesome people love pasties."  I was the first one to notice the typo.  We decided to leave the sign up until someone commented on it and it took about a month or so.

I got this awesome dip recipe from my sister a few years ago.  The shit is like crack.  You can't stop.  You know you've had enough and you don't really want anymore but you just can't stop eating it.  After I made it the other day I wanted to try a little sample of it because it had been a year or so since I last had it.  My little sample turned into 1/3 of the plate.  Oops.

Ps.  If you're interested... Take a warm block of cream cheese, blend it with half a bottle of Hickory Smoke BBQ sauce, dice up an onion, a green pepper and a tomato, put the blended stuff down first, layer the other things on it and top with shredded cheese.  It's delicious.  Or just really addicting. 








Okay I think that's it for picture time.  I need to go smoke a cigg and make the kid some lunch then get ready for work even though I really don't want to go because I don't feel good and it's cold and it's going to be busy as all fuck.