The tramp stamp.
A Hilary Clinton mask for added character.
Taking it off.
And we're done.
Big guy in a fat suit.
The tramp stamp.
A Hilary Clinton mask for added character.
Taking it off.
And we're done.
The random things people do...
I had a busy weekend! Visited a haunted house, took several pictures of friends dressing up in costumes in Walmart, and even went to get tattoos (I didn't get one this time, but will next). I will be posting several pictures in posts to come of the various photos taken in the aisles of Walmart. For now, enjoy a brief video of my friend Yessie getting her foot tattooed.
How ticklish are you?
Little Ethan is very ticklish. He's so ticklish that my camera couldn't correctly capture his little legs kicking as fast as they actually were. Disregard the giggles.. I couldn't help it.
Mystery Fruit
Does anyone happen to know what kind of fruit this is? My guess is a nectarine, but I'm not positive. Perhaps a peach? It's red right now, but started out green. I'm wondering what other color it will eventually turn before I realize what it is.
On another note - our apple tree is producing apples for the first time. They are getting pretty big.. the apples are weighing down the tree's tiny branches. One is on the verge of toppling over. I hope they're tasty!
Poppets and Crack
Unusual blog title, I know. Let me explain: Last weekend some friends invited us out on a little trip to a supposed "haunted" place. It was in the middle of nowhere, at night, and the haunted place was supposed to be this camper that belonged to someone. The camper was in shambles. I wasn't afraid of ghosts, but was a little weary of a mountain lion taking refuge underneath this heap of a camper, or maybe a few snakes making a den inside of its remains. I had a small flashlight, but it didn't help cast much light. Luckily there were others that had flashlights that were much more powerful.
We navigated closer to this camper, and unearthed a book on witchcraft and a couple of notebooks. I grabbed the notebooks and thumbed through them, wondering if there was any writing in them. I used my weak flashlight, but was able to detect writing, and read a brief synopsis out of one, and right away it struck me as something that may have some interesting depth to it. One notebook only had a few pages written in it, by a woman; the other from a man who had several stories to tell. Most of his stories could have been confused for someone who may have been under the influence of cocaine, mushrooms, heroin, all combined. The interesting thing is, one of his entries was dated 9/6/08 - the very date we found the notebooks. In further reading, I discovered that this was most likely an error, and was meant to read 9/8/06 since all of the entries seem to be in order date-wise (see below). Eerie none-the-less! I am willing to bet most of his writings were intended to be "bizarre" in nature - for the shock value. If any of them were truly real, I'd be surprised. However, the woman's 3 page entry was definitely more on the personal level. So personal, in fact, that I feel like I've trespassed her thoughts. She truly needed/needs professional help.
The witchcraft book I just flipped through, and found a few interesting things on palm-reading, and how to make a poppet. It may come in handy in the future. To help you share in my findings, I will post one of the man's stories for your viewing pleasure...(word for word, many grammar and spelling errors)
Sacred Writting 09/06/08
"We the people, in order to not piss our dictator off, do what ever the fuck he says to do, insure our asses go to work in the mines, provide massive pot farms. Secure the lighter for his pot, and we will not do anything stupid if we dont want to get caped. Now that would be the fucking preamble in my country of Taco. The Countrys capital would be Burrito. I dont even know what the fuck im writting about. Sometimes when I dream, I dream about fairys and Rainbows and shit. Just kidding, but seriously it kinda freaks me out sometimes. I like to lick women in their naughty places, like there elbow? No u dumbass, like there vagina. I Just had a fucking conversation with my self. I'm going fucking krazy. I have a dream. That we can all live in equality, exept the blacks, the Jews, the chinks, the asians in general, the mexicans and the Canadians. But everyone else should be equal. O and the fucking Wagon Burners, I hate those guys. There a bunch of "Give us our land back" gay ass bitches."
We navigated closer to this camper, and unearthed a book on witchcraft and a couple of notebooks. I grabbed the notebooks and thumbed through them, wondering if there was any writing in them. I used my weak flashlight, but was able to detect writing, and read a brief synopsis out of one, and right away it struck me as something that may have some interesting depth to it. One notebook only had a few pages written in it, by a woman; the other from a man who had several stories to tell. Most of his stories could have been confused for someone who may have been under the influence of cocaine, mushrooms, heroin, all combined. The interesting thing is, one of his entries was dated 9/6/08 - the very date we found the notebooks. In further reading, I discovered that this was most likely an error, and was meant to read 9/8/06 since all of the entries seem to be in order date-wise (see below). Eerie none-the-less! I am willing to bet most of his writings were intended to be "bizarre" in nature - for the shock value. If any of them were truly real, I'd be surprised. However, the woman's 3 page entry was definitely more on the personal level. So personal, in fact, that I feel like I've trespassed her thoughts. She truly needed/needs professional help.
The witchcraft book I just flipped through, and found a few interesting things on palm-reading, and how to make a poppet. It may come in handy in the future. To help you share in my findings, I will post one of the man's stories for your viewing pleasure...(word for word, many grammar and spelling errors)
Sacred Writting 09/06/08
"We the people, in order to not piss our dictator off, do what ever the fuck he says to do, insure our asses go to work in the mines, provide massive pot farms. Secure the lighter for his pot, and we will not do anything stupid if we dont want to get caped. Now that would be the fucking preamble in my country of Taco. The Countrys capital would be Burrito. I dont even know what the fuck im writting about. Sometimes when I dream, I dream about fairys and Rainbows and shit. Just kidding, but seriously it kinda freaks me out sometimes. I like to lick women in their naughty places, like there elbow? No u dumbass, like there vagina. I Just had a fucking conversation with my self. I'm going fucking krazy. I have a dream. That we can all live in equality, exept the blacks, the Jews, the chinks, the asians in general, the mexicans and the Canadians. But everyone else should be equal. O and the fucking Wagon Burners, I hate those guys. There a bunch of "Give us our land back" gay ass bitches."
