Yes, as a matter of fact, I did dig all these holes.
Ahhh…now just a little to the right…ahhhh!
Such a sad face of something in a cage…
Hand of the sad faced something in a cage, even his hand looks sad.
Prickly baby.
Game: Find the 2nd Zebra.
Black & White
Kangaroo Potluck
Pbbbffffttttt!
Say cheese…
Hoping your Valentine’s Day is at least half as happy as hot slobbery turtle sex! You were not expecting that were you?
On the domestic front: Poor Banjo the patient recovering with his donut after having his anal glands removed due to a tumor on one. Not a fun process, but he is a good boy and he’s doing great. Definitely a carpet cleaning in my future.
What to do with the big ass wedding ring that a narcissist gave you that you also had to pay part of yourself….Hmmm…melt that sucker down into something meaningful for your new life. Just picked up the results today. Make no mistake about it, it will leave a tan line in the summer months. I will wear it with pride, it has meaning.
The meaning is as follows. The stone at the bottom is for 20 years of an unhealthy relationship (for which I take full responsibility for my involvement, trust me, I’ve done the homework now..) The gold hammered heart is self explanatory, the ruby was added for hope for an abundant future and the bird is that I am now just learning to fly after figuring it all out. The sapphire just above the ruby, hard to see, was the signature of the designer of the wedding ring. He always embedded a sapphire in each piece as his signature. He, by the way, is now divorced, leaving young twins because he preferred to mess around with one of his designers. On it goes. This is a much larger piece than I expected it to be but being almost 6ft tall I will adjust just fine. It is a BIG deal and perhaps the Universe decided it needed to be big. The other stones were in the ring as well. It beats throwing it in the safe never to be seen again or selling it for cash.
It becomes raw materials, like my life, ready to redesign, finally the way I choose, with no manipulation, bullying and verbal abuse. Pity the next narcissist that crosses my path. Eyes wide open and ready for flight, clear the runway.
My date showed up with a lot of “product” in his hair, white trash all the way. He stared suspiciously at all the people on the train.
These women on the train were obviously out for a good time.
He did pull up his pants as soon as I took this shot.
Once inside everyone has to get their “stuff” before the fun begins…
Even a Grave Digger needs a beer before the event…check out the truck hat.
No reason not to have stylish ear protection…
Mesmerized…
Unsuspecting cars await their demise.
Okay, so this is what they do, hmmm…..
and this…but…WHY?
I’m glad my date is into it…this will keep him in a good mood…
Boredom forces me to start scanning the much more interesting audience…
Heavy Monster Truck Fan…
Purple hair…
My date’s mom wore her white trash “Joy Ponytail” from the show “My Name Is Earl”, I see the guy behind her likes it!
…all of a sudden, my date was asleep and we were out on the street before they got to blow anything up, darn…
…and then…
It was really over….good night. Being in a white trash mode I thought it would be fine to post 10,000 photos in one post. It was a fun time but I still have to ask… why?
