Do you suppose you could hire someone to kick you in the ass?


I'd pay good money cause i need it.


Let me know if you think it's a good idea.

I don't know why all my shorts are falling off my ass. I really don't feel I've lost any weight. So....I make a quick run to the grocery store.
Because of VB's edict, I wasn't wearing any underdrawers. And because I go to the store so often I didn't have a cart. As I was gawking at some avacado's I felt my shorts start to slip off. My only free hand had a five pound bag of yukon gold potatoes so you can guess what slammed into my groin with considerable force.
I don't know what the people around me thought as I pummeled my crotch with a bag of spuds. I hurried to the meat dept.

A good old fashioned touristy picture. We've left Zagreb and have taken a fast train (145 kph!) to the wonderful city of Split.

We've hopped on the ferry to Hvar. I hope you don't mind a few boring pictures.

I took this photo of LUNNA's Croatian hideaway


Entered in as evidence:

1) P.R. flag....twisted yet right colors

2) Muscular male suplicants holding up balcony

3) Proper sized balcony for calling down to summon hairdresser
and other common folk.


Not seen in photo....giant eggy on roof disguised as radar dish

BUSTED

I learned that prior to the fall of Yugoslavia, Oprah paid to have herself painted into all the art in the national gallery.


It was kind of disturbing

Really.....it made the choosing so much easier.

Ha

Just got back from the county fair.

I had deep fried cheese curds and funnel cakes and onion rings and bratwurst and gyro sandwich and mini donuts and a corn dog and a root beer float.

I looked at roosters and geese and little black birds and big heads of cabbage and pickles and quilts and hay and straw and oats.

I petted goats and sheep but not horses cause they scare me.

I saw my friend "c" who was recruiting for the national guard. He looks damn good in his uniform....but what a tough job to do.

Oh yeah I saw the guy who sat next to me on the flight back from Croatia. How's that for weird.

I also saw demonstrations of siding and countertops and photos and steam engines. A nice looking girl asked me if I wanted a frisbee. I told her I'd take it if it came with her phone number. I have no problem making a fool of myself.

And hey VB....did ya get a lottery ticket. 210 buddy!

Sometime in the wayback a hardbody monk decided to wrestle with his snake and the early NN'ers of Croatia decided to make a statue of it since they didn't have any computers.


See...I told you I went on this trip only for you.

Cause I took a million pictures. You all know I love old buildings and Zagreb is full of them. This is the national archives.


I was reading the last Harry Potter book on the trip so of course I fell in love with those owls.

Have to go celebrate a new job with a friend lucky enough to have gotten one. And a message to a friend in need, "we cannot know tommorow, we can only know today."

I took this picture in a croatian museum.


I wondered if A) she was not the most attractive woman in Croatia B) the artist was not the most talented painter in Croatia or C) both. What did she say when she saw the picture for the first time?

I have lots of nice pictures...I just haven't had time to organize them. I'm so glad to be home. I was even glad to go to work today! How sick is that?