Happy Birthday Dylan!

Happy Birthday Dylan!

Good Morning!

Ever wake up to find that your mouth tastes exactly the way a dirty guinea pig cage smells? Yeah... good way to start the day, eh?

And my boobs are real too!

WOAH.
I am the same age as THIS WOMAN. Suddenly I feel alot better about myself.

Fucked Up Dream Alert!

Disclaimer: I don't do drugs, I SWEAR. And I haven't had a drink in weeks, weeks I tell ya! I had Domino's pizza and a salad with a glass of water for dinner last night followed by a handful of M&M's.

I am falling from the sky with an unknown dark haired woman. I see a hot air balloon above me and assume that is where I fell from. We hurtle towards earth. There is a lush jungle below and my companion grabs me mid-air as I grab tree branches to keep us from hitting the ground hard. I am covered in short, soft, golden brown fur like a cat. We are wearing skirts and bikini tops. Apparently I have the strength to grab tree branches to break our fall.

We climb down the tree into the jungle. While climbing down we jump onto a giant turtle sculpture, hitting a crack in it just so and splitting the sculpture in two, destroying it. I still do not know who my companion is.

Monkey men in white lab coats arrive to mourn the loss of their sculpture. Me and my companion try to repair it but we are unable to. The sculpture was left by the monkey women who only visit the monkey men once a year to mate. The monkeys love art and they are very sad. It has been many years since the monkey women have visited them and we offer to replace the sculpture with magic Lego/iPod totems that change color and shape. The monkey men are happy and believe what we have given them will attract the monkey women back to their jungle.

I walk through the jungle with my mystery companion. We see a lake with a big, gray, metal steamboat docked and we get on it. There are many other passengers on it. It's a beautiful sunny day and were are relaxing on the boat when two sailboats piloted by beautiful shirtless, sarong-clad women pull up alongside our boat. One of the boats is dark red. A woman gets off one of the sailboats and hands everyone a plastic bottle of clear fluid. Everyone drinks. My companion on the other side of the boat signals to me not to drink the beverage. We both pretend to drink it. Suddenly everyone else starts vomiting and dying. We jump overboard and swim away from the boat to escape the sailboat women.

We don't swim very far when we realize the lake has turned into a river and let the current take us away from the scene of the boat massacre. We travel down two small waterfalls and when the current slows down we make for shore. We are in another part of the jungle. I can see my sister and three strange women peering out at us through the trees. We are on the opposite side of the river from them and they get up and leave us without saying a word.

After resting and drying off some my companion and I get up to explore this part of the jungle. We stumble upon a little league field.

We see a bunch of grown men wearing boy scout uniforms playing baseball. My friend Stan is among them. We distract Stan from the game and tell him that he is in grave danger because there is a conspiracy involving the Masons, Boy Scouts and Little League Teams around the world. He should leave but he is unable to.

I then hear a strange loud noise like a buzzer in a game show going off. I don't know if it was in the dream or in the house somewhere but I then woke up. I never figured out who my traveling companion was or what happened to Stan in the dream (sorry Stan). I was awake enough to write down the gist of the dream hence the length and detail of this post, I even woke Ron up and told it to him, and I had a really hard time getting back to sleep after.

Where's Your Hole?

If you dug a hole through the planet, where would your hole come out? Click the above picture to find out.

Not for the faint of heart

WOAH.
Karl Rove's adoptive father had multiple piercings on his genitals? Really? Don't belive me? read more HERE. Be sure to read the previous article as well.

Movies schmoovies.

Going to the movies sucks these days... for many, many reasons. Most of which I have explained here before.... or Ron has over on his blog. Here's someone else who doesn't go to the movies anymore. Interesting.

Words of Wisdom

I stumbled upon this quote online yesterday and thought I would share it here.

"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up."
-Pablo Picasso

Will it simmer or fester...

I woke up feeling groggy and depressed today, which slowly turned to angry fury. The mother of someone I care about very much is a total fucking skank and there is nothing I can do about it. I never thought I could hate someone so much.

I took a long walk and got some sunshine and while the embers of rage are still glowing orange I feel a little better now.

No, Nooo, Nooooo

Okay Fraser, you were right. That Amy Winehouse cd is pretty good and I've been groovin' on it since you gave it to me. However someone has to tell that delightfully skanky bubblehead that there are certain rules to being a celebrity, one of which is you can't write a hit song about refusing to go to rehab then take a whole lot of drugs. No you can't. No, nooo, nooooo.

Apparently joining a gym is the new crystal meth. Yeah.

11 Years and the dress still fits!

Happy Anniversary Ron!

Imagine the callouses on his shoulders

Click on image for the rest of the story.
Sadly, I did not shoot this picture... wish I could have seen this guy.

Reflections on Scottish Weather & Bugs

You know what I miss about Scotland?
The weather.

The weather was perfect there... and no bugs. Actually, there were bugs, but none that bothered anyone. They didn't buzz in your ear, threaten to sting or hover annoyingly. Even the bees were polite. They would hover near you momentarily as if to say, "Oh, pardon me" then fly on around you as if to say "cheerio!" The bees here are so damn aggressive. Like New Yorker bees or something.

The bugs were so not a problem over there that there were no screens on any hotel room windows. And the weather.... the temperature was PERFECT for us! When it did rain it wasn't the hot, steamy humidity laden weather event it is here.

I can't wait for Fall.

Really?

Yes, really... I've posted more photos!

- Hanging out in Salem
- Big Freakin' Globe Thing - If you ask nicely I'll take you there.
- Dany's 3rd Birthday Party! - Holy crap! She's 3 already!
- Working With Models

Free Event Photography!

Free Event Photos!
Greater Boston/Metrowest Area

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Perseid Meteor Shower!

It's that time of year again folks! Time to take your loved one out to a secluded field, lay down a blanket and make ooooh and aaaah noises. Yup, that's right! It's the biggest meteor shower of the year! More info can be found HERE.

FEH.

I am thoroughly disgusted with myself these days. I can't seem to drag my ass out of bed any earlier than 9:30 unless I absolutely have to. I keep thinking about all the stuff I could get done if only I were disciplined enough to get up earlier and at the same time everyday. Alas, I am my mothers daughter and I love to sleep. There are nights when I can't get to sleep, but once I do, man, am I good at it!

This morning I woke on my own just before 8am. I was AWAKE. No hitting snooze, no not hearing the alarm, no burying my head in the covers creating a blanket burrito. But did I get up? Nope. I read for just over an hour and fell back to sleep. I like to think that my body needed the sleep but I think it's just laziness.

I really have to start kicking my own ass a little harder.

Bureaucratic BULLSHIT!

Click the button to sign a petition against a ridiculous new law against pgotography in New York City.

Huh?

Lego man just wants to play with beautiful Dutch children.

For your enjoyment

I have discovered a few new things that I would like to share. First of all, I have discovered a new author, Laurie Notaro. Actually, Carrie discovered her and passed her on to me and now I am telling the world! Her books are hilariously funny and ladies, let me tell you, there is an idiot girl in all of us. Most of her books are collections of essays, perfect for those of us who read in the bathroom or just want a short something-something to make us smile before bed. I want to start my own chapter of the Idiot GIrls Action Adventure Club... I wish she had a blog, but then, if I could read her blog for free I wouldn't need to buy her books now would I? The old why buy the cow when you're giving away the milk for free thing... I think some of you writer types out there should give her a try as well.

The other thing I'd like to share is the Skull-a-Day website. This is silly fun and art inspiring. I wish I had thought of this myself... yeah, like I need more to do?

86 Year Old Weight Lifter

THIS WOMAN is my new hero.

Aunt Flo

Every girl has an "Aunt Flo". Sometimes she arrives early, sometimes she arrives late. Sometimes she arrives right on time with little or no fanfare. Sometimes she is accompanied by her nieces Cranky and Crampy.

And sometimes she kicks in the front door at 3am wearing her momma's combat boots and kicks you in the face and guts.

YAY ME.