Barbie World

I wish this were mine, but it's not. My boss owns a Black Rhino store, (as well as being an Events Promoter) which customizes Yamaha Rhinos and sells them for a very pretty price.
We took this one out for a photo shoot, so we can put it on the website and brochures.
The while roll cage is actually sparkly, it shimmers in the sun!!
Oh, by the way, we HAD to park it in the shade because it was 120 degrees today. Ug.

AZ Sunset

Not bad, for a crappy camera, huh?

Goofin

Posing for ourselves in the back yard.

My Palm Enemy

Here's a slice of my nemesis, the palm tree frawn.

Ooh the Moooon!!

Got up at 2 am to check out the lunar eclipse. It was cool. I actually got great footage of it with the video camera, now I have to figure out how to attach the camera to the computer so I can email it.

While I had some time alone yesterday, I got to looking thru the video tapes stored in the living room cabinets. Not too many home movies, I'm sure those went with the ex when she left. But there was one that was interesting: Steve's brother's wedding back in 1996. Steve was the best man, and everyone had a mullett. Business in the front, party in the back. Yes, I know, most of the world had cut the mullett in 1996 but Havasu was a little behind the times at that point.

Not too many people had cable tv.

Fortunately, they were short mulletts so it wasn't too awful. But what I thought was funny was Steve's toast to the new couple. It was terrible. He was going thru his divorce with Sergeant Iron Pants (the first divorce--they got back together eventually--so they could divorce again.) and he was apparently depressed about it. (oh by the way she had a mullett too, and still does)

His speech reminded me of Adam Sandler in the Wedding Singer--when his crappy white trash fiancee left him at the alter and he consequently ruined everybody else's weddings that he was performing at. Steve's white trash wife left him so he made his toast at this wedding really pitiful. I wanted to reach thru the t.v. and choke him. "Hello! Have you MET her??? She's awful!!!!"

A Pretty Normal Weekend

For the first time in a while, we had a normal Saturday and Sunday. We did stuff around the house, watched some movies and t.v. shows that we'd recorded with the Tevo, we fixed a couple of things in the garage, and we played on the computer. My son ran around the neighborhood with his cronies, and they played video games when it was too hot outside.
On Saturday night, I worked a couple of hours at a local sports pub as a Budweiser Girl. Me and the other two girls decided we should wear matching hooker boots with our Bud outfits, and I think that went well. The promotion was for a UFC fight, and it was definitely a UFC crowd.
Guys with sleeveless shirts and shaved heads. We worked from 7:30 to 10:00, and made $75 each. Not bad! We were literally treated like special guests because for some reason a lot of the people there thought we were from Bud Headquarters or something. One girl came up and shook our hands, "Nice to meet you, I'm Sharon!" Uh, okay....
We charged $6 per photo, and had fun with that. Signed autographs. What a scam.

On Sunday morning, Steve and I went outside to get the smoker ready. We were putting on a huge brisket for dinner. I walked past the pool to see if it needed cleaning, and I spotted a dead lizard in the bottom. As I went to grab the net to pull him out, I saw another lizard, but he was floating with just his head out of the water. Pulled them both out, chucked the dead one over the wall to the neighbor's yard and then got the living one into the sunlight so he could warm up. He was so cold from soaking in the water that he couldn't move. Including his tail, he was about a foot long. Steve and I petted him and stared at him while he warmed up. Ya don't get that opportunity too often because lizards run like crazy when you come near.

Our brisket was ready for dinner and we had a friend over to help us eat it. Shay gulped his down and ran back out to meet the gang.
At bedtime, we went thru the usual routine (get the humidifier going, get a glass of water, etc) and then hit the sack. About five minutes later I heard a noise in the living room and jumped up. It sounded like someone coming thru the back door. It was actually the cat, trying to catch a tiny mouse that he'd brought in from the back yard. Oh great, now I've got an injured mouse to track down. Luckily I got it quickly and threw it across the street. I'm sure it died from that impact, because I heard the little "thud." The cat was looking at me like, "Hey, that was my toy!"