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.

Teppy has more fun than most people.

I just live near the fun.

And bring my camera.

Steph's 4th sounds fun! GF and I got in a fight because she didn't want to go to co-workers house. I shamed her into going and we had a good time (I knew it would be fun). Fight is all over now. We saw fireworks from Marina del Rey through Malibu on the rooftop deck of co-worker's house in Venice. Was very cool.

Suzi -- would you be going to the one in Berkeley, or one of the SF ones?

I was good and woke up bright and early, and my cat tried her damnedest to make me get out of bed, but alas I fell back asleep.

Our 4th of July last night involved a very nice barbcue at ND's house that was small and low key, and the sound of some fireworks and occasional bright flashes from just out of sight, but no real firework visuals.

Also, I keep receiving mailers from the AARP. Like, they won't leave me alone. Today, they sent me one that included an actual plastic ID card with my name on it that I should carry until my real membership card arrives. It has an ID number. And my correct middle initial!

I don't understand. I'm 37. They're making me feel bad. I'm not that old. I want them to leave me alone, but I'm afraid to tell them so, lest they not let me in the club later. Like, I'll ask to join when I'm old enough and they'll say "No, no, you wanted us to 'leave you alone'. So here we are. This is us, one of the most powerful lobbying groups in the country, dedicated to gaining every benefit possible for people over 50, leaving you alone. We hope you're happy now. Oh, and by the way, they don't actually give out checks and medical care to people the AARP is 'leaving alone'."