Back in the 70s, back when I was a little hippy girl, back when I didn’t have a care in the world, I hung out at the Boardwalk.  A lot!  We wore ripped up jeans, bathing suit tops and no shoes.  No flip flops back then. Flip flops were for tourists and the establishment.   We walked around, hung out a lot and did a lot of nothing.

During our hanging out and doing nothing period we would see the Hare Krishnas strolling the boardwalk in their white outfits, sporting shaved heads with the single braid, dancing and spinning with their instruments and chanting their famous chant:

Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare
Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare

One day we thought it brilliant to go home with the Krishas.  There was a house on 20-something street where they all lived together.  Eating their whacked out food, shaving each others heads and doing whatever it is people in religious cults do.  Of course, being the teen hippies we were, we assumed they probably had some good weed.  They certainly behaved like they were smoking some good weed.  What we got instead was some god-awful vegetarian, who-knows-what-spices-they use food. 

I probably don’t need to tell you that we never went back again.  It wasn’t good.  Even if we had smoked pot with the Krishnas and had the munchies, it still wouldn’t have been good.

And then one day Disco came around, people starting doing coke, people started wearing flip flops and when all that started happening the Krishnas slowly left the area.  What the hell happened to those bald headed fuckers?

Stephen is about to graduate.  He’s a Mass Comm major, with a focus on broadcasting.  Currently, he’s the producer of the morning show for a Richmond radio station.  He’s also the dumb ass that’s willing to do anything.

This picture is from a recent promotion for the new Jackass movie.  Yes, he let girls staple their underclothes to him.  Nice, huh?

Since 4:30 a.m. I have been listening to someone’s car alarm going off.  It’s really bothersome because it’s one of those intermittent alarms.  It weehee, weehee, weehees for about five minutes straight, stops for a couple of mintues and then starts up again. 

Sad thing is I know it’s going to keep going because a) The girl’s not home who owns the car.  If she were her boyfriends car would be there, too and b) Her roommate’s not home either because her car is nowhere to be seen.

Does anyone know how long it takes for a car alarm to drain a battery?  I’m hoping it’s about four hours.  That means we’ve only got about 20 more minutes of this crap to deal with.

Thanks to Misty, I have a new look going on.  What do you think?  Basically, this was done to pressure me into being a more frequent blogger.  (I am trying.)

With this new format, I need to update my blogroll.  So, if you wouldn’t mind, please comment here so I can get you back on my blogroll.  See, I do miss all of you! 

To get back into things I think I may do my Thursday Thirteen to fill you all in on my Summer.  And for those that care, the party pictures are posted on my MYSPACE page.  If you’d like to see them, then I’ll send you the link.

This time I really am back…in black!

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Gotta love the end of summer.  Beaches are empty, breezes are nice, water is clear.  Life is good.

Well, Summer’s not officially over, but for all technical purposes it is.  School’s back in session, the vacation crowd has left the beach, night is coming much earlier and our pool is closed.  Time for me to come inside and start reconnecting with the blog world again.

We had a great Summer, and I have stories to tell and pictures to share.

Our big, big, big happening item is that Ethan is an official Kindergartener.  He goes to public school half days, and returns to his Montessori school for the afternoons.