vagina tents and unshaven legs

~"Even when the bird is walking we know that it has wings." -Victor Hugo, because it seems appropriate not only for this weekend, but it might be a nice, sideways commentary about underestimating people.

~'Stronger' by Kanye West.  good beats, decent lyrics...good beats.  funny opening.

Romance. won't say why.  it's just a personal, subjective choice.

hi gang,

at the request of a dear friend, i got The Bucket List on netflix.  i haven't gotten more than 5 minutes into it- turns out nicholson and freeman have cancer. so i'll let you know how it goes. 

i got back yesterday afternoon from the susan g. komen 3-day walk.  60miles (66 for me, story to post next time. i'm tired tired).  i'm not a camper and i don't use port-a-potties very well.  i opted to camp out with the rest of the gals/guys instead of going back to my apartment at the end of the days.  the Foundation supplied the tents which were new, nice, small and very hot pink.  it was hot this week.  when my dad and mom (bless their hearts) set up the tent and my old sweaty bod got into it, it was hot pink inside, hot inside, and i felt like i was setting in a vagina.  

but my tent-mate turned out to be awesome and, as i said, more details to follow.

i'm just gonna post some pictures for y'all. i need to go ice my ankle.

thanks for coming! thanks for staying with me, kids.  means a lot.

cheers,

zzzz