4th of July
Wow, what a beautiful day in the neighbourhood! The sun is shining, the birds are singing, Google’s home page is showing some cutesy picnic type graphic, my wind chime is … well, chiming … the redneck neighbour is letting off a fire cracker once every fifteen minutes. Which is not in the least bit annoying. Especially not while I’m trying to hold relaxed poses for a new photo shoot. The American public has figured out how to list dates with the day before the month, the same way as their military and most of the rest of the world!
Strangely, I feel the urge to dress up today! I’m thinking about wearing my Union Jack t-shirt with my Cherokee jeans and my Navajo earrings.
Wonder why the neighbour is letting off fireworks, I didn’t think white trash celebrated the Chinese New Year.
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Just a reminder, my lovelies — if you leave a comment that includes a smiley, you have to put a hyphen in the middle, like so: :-D
July 4th, 2009 at 2:01 pm
Are you kidding, rednecks are merely looking for excuses to drink alcohol and handle things that can blow up. Now in my genteel yuppie neighborhood, I have yet to hear a firework go off. I think they’re all having a giant neighborhood yoga session over at Jennifer’s house. Just wait though…after the Chardonay starts flowing….
July 4th, 2009 at 4:15 pm
I still feel so bad about those smallpox soaked blankets.
July 5th, 2009 at 7:22 pm
Rednecks don’t need a reason to drink and blow shit up! It’s built into their DNA or something.
July 6th, 2009 at 7:42 am
I may not be from the south but even I would never be hypocritical enought to bad mouth the rednecks this weekend… Because if you’ve never eaten watermelon barefooted while watching a cousin hold on to a black cat just a mili-second too long…. you just aint living!
July 7th, 2009 at 7:19 pm
YOOOOOOOOUUUUUU! It’s been so long! And it’s all my fault!
I’ve been reading some of your older posts, so I think I’m caught up. (Sort of.) You’re in Boise now? I’m in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. I don’t miss Wisconsin. At all. So I guess we both traded up. You got fresh air and a manageable population, and I got moderate winters and, like, actual restaurants. That don’t specialize in Friday Night Fish Fry.
*high fives*
I promise to be a good commenter again, sweet DK.
July 8th, 2009 at 3:13 pm
Why, Miss Temmy, as I live and breathe!!!! I haven’t seen you around these parts in quite some time, although, for the record, I keep an eye on your … um … parts, so to speak, on a semi-regular basis. I refrain from commenting so as not to unleash my inner lecturer … ;-) Welcome back, sweetheart!
July 12th, 2009 at 9:58 pm
ohhh gotta love it!
One year when we lived in D.C. the little neighborhood fucks (and probably some of the big ones) decided to shoot off fire works until 5am - it was a Sunday night! We even called the police at one point who proceeded to basically laugh at us… Ahhhh, God Bless America!