ladies can show pride too!

Bo: Our playoff beards!
Me: I love it...but why are they ginger?
Bo: BECAUSE WE'RE GINGERS!! AND DONT ASK QUESTIONS!!!

on the daily

today was great-at least so far. i woke up to the sound of the rain on my camper while i was snug as a bug in a rug in my sleeping bag. didnt have to get up until 1. then i had the bar to myself for about 2 hours. its hard to find a nice quiet place to yourself around here, and getting the bar to yourself is damn near impossible. but here i am, sitting infront of the woodburning stove, feet propped up toasting and a sweet old dog by my side.
life is good.

miss list

so im not as homesick as i used to be. im not sure if thats a good thing or a bad thing. but i do still crave hearing the familiar voices of the people i love and seeing certain things. the old cliche "you dont know what you got til its gone" is so true.
i fucking hate cliches.
heres my list of things that pulls at my heart strings, in no particular order, except for the first.
DUH.

my dylie boo

mexicans!

mmm..number 16 with.. *DROOOOOOL*

and lastly but DEFINITELY but not least, TAPATIO.

i realized after i put these up that alot of the pictures are weird close up face shots. a littttttle creepy. yeah. sorry. and if you arent up here, then i probably dont miss you. nahh im kiddin. its just that all these were on my computer and im too damn lazy to troll through myspaces and facebooks for pictures.

GOD VERDOMMT!

God Verdommt=god dammit
translated literally from dutch, "god verdommt" [hot fer-domt], means 'god refuses flatly'.
i love literal translations.

me doing the touristy thing. thats the dordogne river behind me.

so i been workin my butt off here at camp moto, and ive already lost some of that nasty british weight! yay! in other news, i got dumped. aint no thang. really.
when i got here, i [stupidly] proclaimed that the only way i would get up on the bar and dance with the stripper pole was if i was 10 beers in and def leppard was on. well surprise surprise, friday night it just so happened i was TWELVE beers to the wind and my song came on. i of course honored my promise, but required martijn, a cutie patootie dutch boy to get up with me. soo fun. he stripped more than i did, and when i refused to take off any more clothes, renske jumped up and whipped off her top. pictures to follow.
yowza.

im very pleased my hair is getting longer. woohoo!

olly. cutest.dog.EVER.

dont mind the dead guy in the background.

on saturday, martijn and gerard [the dutch brothers] and i went to rocamadour. the road there is dotted with caves on either side, offering curious caves and undiscovered nooks and crannies. we passed one of these nooks, and sharply pulled over to explore. hidden from sight was a gorgeous oasis of red soil walls, ferns and ivy crawling up ancient trees. it felt like we were the first to discover this treasure, but the wall told us differently. we added our marks and continued to rocamadour.

yeah i did it. so what.