where the crips eat

I've long known I have difficulties getting outside my own head. So, I made the decision to make a conscious effort to try and observe things in my surroundings. You would be surprised how many not-so-subtle signs there are everywhere. For example, did you know that Wendy's supports certain gang activities?


OK, so I really really needed a night out. Buzzy came over to help me get ready.

Plus I had to find a babysitter. Did I mention how mighty Thor has become?

And off I went to the Flaming Lips concert. Soooooo gooood!



So Patsy watched Thor while I was out. Thanks Pats!

But after Pats fell asleep Thor went out krumpin'.


Actually, Pats just slapped makeup on him. She has a real problem with that. Give that woman 20 minutes alone with a baby and you'll be sure to find him with makeup and a wig on when you return. Disturbing...

once again, thanks

Current mood:cranky

So my Dad informed me yesterday that oh yes, he's seen recent pictures of my boy. Where? Right here, folks. Yeah. My brother directed my Dad to my space. Awesome.
Once upon a time this was a place where I could scope hotties. Now it is a place where my family can read my blog.
So here you go, fam. Give the people what they want.
First, here is a picture that shows conclusively why men should never ever wear shorts. Guys, this is the cutest you will ever look in shorts. Seriously. Stop it. I know it's hot out there but come on. No more shorts. Please. Stop. For real.

Next up, here is a really recent picture that I took on a spree when he was looking super cute. Then I realized that there was spit-up stains everywhere as he had been spitting up all night. Awwww. Today was one of our grossest days together. I won't go into why. Let's just say if the lightning from tonight's massive thunderstorm had hit my shirt we might have created new life of some sort.

So we took a bath. Here he is nice and clean.

Oh yeah and I bought a house. And an ipod.