I blogged it (in both written and video form).  So you already know that I went to Vegas last weekend.  Here are a couple of photos from the trip:

Cute, right?  Yes, our shirts look a lot alike.  I made the joke that it looked like we were headed to a Sadie Hawkins Dance.

All of the wasted pictures are evidence that I don’t like taking serious pictures.  I think that I look goofy in every photo I take–so I might as well make that goofiness look planned.

Eww!  I don’t have a problem with straight people…but why do they have to flaunt it and kiss in public like this.  Gross.

Even at a buffet Mr. D eats like a child.

As always, here’s a picture of a kid using the naughty finger to help you get through your Monday.

I am taking the day off today, and headed to Las Vegas with the boyfriend.  It’s been years since I’ve been there–and this is the first visit that I am of legal gamblin’ age.

We’ve got tickets to the Cirque du Soleil show Ka, and Mr. D’s cousin lives there.  We should have a great time.

Expect very few blog posts.

I know that it’s a FREE service and everything, but it’s kind of frustrating to see how unreliable Twitter is.

I was about to log in and tweet something about how I don’t have to go to sleep right now because I have tomorrow off–but I’ll probably go to sleep anyway.  If Twitter was working, I probably would have come up with something much more clever.

Good night.

Not sure why, but I wanted to post this.  Mr. D got it from Jenie who got it from Google.

As always, here’s a picture of a kid using the naughty finger to help you get through your Monday.

Headed to Flagstaff with the boyfriend for the weekend.  I plan on posting my 12 of 12 as soon as I get next to a computer.

Have you ever done 12 of 12?  Read about it here.  See my past 12s here.

As always, here’s a picture of a kid using the naughty finger to help you get through your Monday.

Fireworks are stupid. Don’t misunderstand me…I understand the patriotic symbolism and the tradition and all of that. I just think that they are stupid.

I particularly hate the kind of fireworks that civilians buy and ignite in their own drunken celebrations on the street in front of their homes.

When I was living in Orange County I was living in one of the three cities where fireworks were still legal. And since I lived on the Garden Grove/Westminster city border I had to endure a lot people parking at my apartment complex and in the surrounding streets and igniting their explosives right outside my windows.

I was always afraid of something catching fire on my roof.

One year I was hanging at a friend’s house in Garden Grove and we went outside to ignite a firework or two, and when we were standing in the street a smoking bottle rocket landed less than two feet away from me. That same year my friend’s neighbors left a pile of smoldering firework waste in the gutter and we watched it ignite in flames. My friend had to run over and stomp it out–luckily he had on sneakers.

If I were still living in California, I’d be doing what I could to help make fireworks illegal. But here in Arizona they are illegal, so I’ve got nothing to make a stink about.

It’s funny to think that a year ago when I was hanging out in the Southern California “heat” it was only about 90.

Today, in the 115 that is Phoenix, I’m thinking back to last 4th of July when I was walking in the Huntington Beach Independence Day parade with the Orange County Young Democrats.

I’m getting more and more comfortable with life here, but it is annual events that really make me think of Southern California.  When I can say, “exactly one year ago I was having fun in Orange County doing…” I start to miss my old home.

That’s me on the left.

Well, whatever you’re doing to celebrate Independence Day, remember to be responsible and safe: don’t drink and drive, and wear a rubber (especially if you just met him).

Happy Birthday America.