I feel like such a ghoul hoping for another opportunity to arise.

People are going to die. Lots and lots of them don't donate their organs, you are just hoping that they will.

Look what I found for sale here in town.

Not a ghoul at all, Suzi. What I see is a loving daughter who takes wonderful care of an ailing mom.

ION, I had a delicious dream last night which involved much flirting and making out with Mike Rowe. Even though I only got about 6 hours sleep, I woke up all cheery as a result.

I had a delicious dream last night which involved much flirting and making out with Mike Rowe.

A whole new slant on Dirty Jobs, eh?

I have to go shopping for a bridal shower present. Apparently I'm expected to be the wild one... I think I'm hitting Good Vibrations after work. Now if only I can get past the fact that my very straight laced cousins will also be at this shower, I should be fine.

So, body chocolate? Sex game dice?

much flirting and making out with Mike Rowe

A very lovely soul sent me a collection of Dirty Jobs tapes, and I kept getting distracted by noticing in one section that his light blue hard hat matched Mike's eyes. It's hard to squee appropriately when you're watching with your husband.

Though I did watch very appreciatively as Mike giggled as he pushed his coworkers into the mud and when he flexed his muscles moving heavy thingies around.

So, body chocolate? Sex game dice?

Body chocolate and a candy bra.

{{{Suzi and mom}}} You are not ghoulish.

ION, I was explaining my concept for my portfolio project (equivalent to thesis) and my co-worker thinks I should publish a book on it. Wow! I'll have to think about that...

So, body chocolate? Sex game dice?

Body chocolate and a candy bra.

Inflatable sheep.

(Okay, I'm not helping.)

My July 4th festivities involved the local Rock and Roll Carnival (and freak show) on the evening of the 3rd, featuring an honest-to-god sideshow with sword swallowing, bed o'nails, and machete juggling. Also Incendium Fire Arts, who do some pretty nifty stuff, like a flamey hula-hoop (no, really), flamey drums, and fire-breathing. And then later in the evening, a burlesque show.

What's more all-American than freaks, flames, and floozies, huh?

Then yesterday was the fun hippie liberal July 4th parade in the neighborhood next to mine. Some highlights included: a water-conserving shower from the local plumber, Cincinnatians for Peace (one of my co-workers was with this group, which I didn't know ahead of time), the Lawnchair Ladies Brigade, the Down With Pants guys, women from the roller derby team, God (apparently), Vietnam Veterans Against the War, a surf band (called Don't Fear the Reverb), a group of luchadores (which was my personal favorite entry), the burlesque troupe from the night before, the gay leather bar, mobile yoga on a truck, and (not actually IN the parade, just watching it) my boyfriend (on the left) and his best friend (in the hat).

SUPAH fun!

Heh. I *was* thinking of Numero Cinco...

Teppy has more fun than most people.