Space Camp Thursday
Socks with Doc Marten sandals? Check.
Giant 1/8 gravity harness? Check.
Underwear up my crack? Check.
Doesn’t my face just say, “I think I just lost my virginity to this harness.” I know. Gross. But seriously, doesn’t it?
The Mara Gets a Little Older
Tomorrow my faithful reader The Mara turns 24-years-old. In honor of this big birthday, I thought I’d write a little poem, lymric you might say, to accompany some images of dear, sweet The Mara.
When we met, we were young and dumb,
partying through the night.
You always had the cutest haircuts,
your hair even used to be light.
We’d go out in Manhattan all of the time,
especially on holidays.
We’d drink so much, get sick sometimes,
laughing all the way.
Your tongue, my dear, is so very long,
you love to stick it out.
When we get famous I’ll sell these pictures to E!
you will probably scream and shout.
You a great Auntie to my little one,
even though you were scared she’d be hairy.
She loves you to death, laughs when she sees you,
even though you can sometimes be scary.
Happy birthday to you, you live in a zoo,
you look like a monkey and you smell like one too.
The. End.
Space Camp Thursday
Hopefully, if I look extremely busy and important, that man with the camera will stop looking up my crotch. Or maybe he’s just looking at my bitchin’ socks.
Proof I did more than read Harry Potter this weekend
Not much more, mind you, but I did manage to remove myself from my bedroom long enough to attend my niece and nephews’ last baseball games of the summer. It wasn’t too hot, so I tried to run around and take random pictures. Problem was, I had this little, loud appendage (see: Lucy) running around ignoring everything I said and just repeating “doggie! doggie!” over and over again, making it difficult to get any good shots. Also, my sister’s kids have been expertly trained to stop whatever they are doing when they see a camera, and smile. A big “CHEESE!” smile.
This is my nephew Tyler. He likes dirt. Can you tell?
I caught my niece, Sloan, a bit offguard for this shot. I don’t think she expected to turn around and find a camera up her nose.
This is my nephew, Dylan’s, back. It looks almost identical to Tyler’s back, except it says Dylan. Maybe they should always wear their baseball uniforms…would make life much easier for me.
This is Dylan and Tyler. Or Tyler and Dylan. I’m not sure.
Tyler watching the game intently. Or plotting world domination. Or smelling his hat.
Sloan’s team did a little cheer after the game. I asked my sister if the boys had a team cheer as well, so I could get some shots of that. “No,” she said. “They just run around the bases and get dirty.” Boys.
Point taken.
These are my cousins that were in town from Chicago. The blonde-ness was overwhelming.
“Mom, seriously, you’re so embarrassing. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some dirt to eat.”
Space Camp Thursday’s
OK, this week there was a bit of a squabble in the office over the caption of this photo. So you guys get to vote on the one you think best describes the following scene:
And the choices are…
“Sure, there were guys around… but the girls preferred larger
thrusters.” – from EH
-OR-
“The girls became close that summer at Space Camp. No one would have ever guessed that, Lisa, the shy, curly haired girl from Indiana, would one day strap on an adult space diaper and embark on an overnight 1000 mile trek to attack her romantic rival who tried to steal her 8th grade Space Camp boyfriend.” – from KF
Go forth and vote!
