...when, seemingly out of nowhere, I got engaged!

Hi there, friends Jill!

I've been MIA for quite some time, which is kind of the norm the past few years, it seems. But I feel like I've given MIA (at least where my blog is concerned) a whole new meaning since shortly after 2015 began.

If we're friends on Facebook or Instagram, y'all know I'm engaged.

It came as a shock to my friends, both Facebook and Instagram, because I've been kind of hush-hush about it all. Not because I'm not completely smitten and ridiculously happily in love, but because...I don't know. We wanted to keep things on the DL until we knew whether or not it was real, y'know?

Anyway, my one reader (hi, Jill!) and I have been friends since the days of our youth...but we've been kind of out of touch (except through FB and IG) the past several years. And she's been asking me to blog about what the what is going on. (She said it much more nicely than that, though; she's a good lady, Jill is.) So I'm here to oblige!

Back in January (MLK, Jr. Day, it was), I met up with Jeans and Tracie for dinner after work. While we were eating and chatting, they got to talking about the app Tinder. (If you don't know about Tinder, read this, because nobody is more charming in describing Tinder than Eli. Also, read this, because it's another Tinder post, and it's funny.) Aaaanyway, it turns out that Tracie had been on Tinder for a little while and she had recently peer pressured Jeans into giving it a whirl. That fateful day, Jeanna and Tracie combined forces and simultaneously peer pressured me into trying Tinder out.

I figured, "What the heck. Positive male attention is hard to come by these days." So right there, in the middle of my soup and salad special at Perkins, WITH MY NOSE IN THE AIR, I downloaded the app and set up an account. (I've been openly skeptical and snooty about Tinder since I first heard about it.)

It was kind of fun (ish) and I matched up with a handful of fellas and even had a couple of dates that were less than exciting for me. (That's another story for another time.)

Now let's fast forward about a month.

I was in Brigham City visiting my family for President's Day weekend when I opened up Tinder that Sunday after church and started swiping when I came across a bearded LDS bloke who likes to hike and fish and camp. I swiped right but didn't really think too much of it until we matched a few minutes later and he started messaging me.

Ooooh boy, I just remembered how long-winded I am. I'm going to try to keep this concise.

Okay, so the guy in question was called Andy, and he was lots of fun to message. I found out he's originally from Idaho Falls (where I'm living), and he lives in Logan (where I went to school, and 30 minutes from where my parents live). We messaged lots and he ended up asking me out for dinner for the following day (Presidents' Day).

I arrived at the restaurant early, but I'd accidentally left my phone at my folks' place, so I wasn't sure when he got there. I sat there, trying not to look too eager. Or confused. Or Tinder-y. Every time someone walked into the restaurant, I counted to three before I looked up to see who it was. And there was a time (or two) that I thought to myself, "Please don't let that be Andy." (I know. Shallow. But there were a couple of times when I met up with someone on Tinder and was totally blown away with how little they actually looked like their pictures.)

When Andy walked in, I thought, "Oh! Well hello there, Andrew!" We sat down and I know we ordered some food and ate, but mostly we just talked and talked. For 2.5 hours, we talked. I had to pee about halfway through that first date, but I didn't go because I didn't want to kill the date any earlier than necessary. (Did I tell you that yet, Andy? I totally held my bladder for you!)

At 8:00 or so, Andy, gentleman that he is, reminded me I had a bit of a drive ahead of me back to IF, so we ended the date and went our separate ways.

Without scoring a second date, WE WALKED AWAY.

But you already know I'm going to marry Andy, so you know there's more to the story. (Yeah, no, I'm not going to be concise after all. You who know me well knew those were false words as soon as I originally typed them.)

I'd left my stuff at my parents' house, so as soon as I walked in the door, I found my phone and I texted Andy something along the lines of, "Thanks for dinner, I had a lot of fun." At which point, he promptly texted back and asked me out again.

Okay, so I'm not going to go through each date to tell you how it all went down. Let's just suffice it to say that we've been on the same page from the very beginning (except that I'd have let him kiss me on the second date, but he was a perfect gentleman), and falling in love with him has been ridiculously easy.

We had kind of talked about vague plans about "if we get married" for a short time (obviously, since even now I've only known him for, like, three months)...and then it all became clear that marriage is what we both wanted, and Andy hit the ground running.

This is the day we decided for sure we wanted to get married.

We looked at engagement rings the day we said it out loud ("it" being "let's get married"), and I found one solitaire that I liked...but even so, I couldn't get excited about actually wearing it. I've always been the simple inset diamonds right in the band sort of girl, so when I told the jeweler that, she took us to the men's section. And that's when I got a little depressed. I have skinny fingers, and she was having me try on size 10 rings, and my imagination just isn't that good. So I showed Andy some pictures of rings that I could actually get excited about. When he went home, he sent me a couple more pictures to see what I thought, and I told him, "It seems like you've got a really good idea of what I like, so I'm going to let you pick."

A couple of days later, Andy talked to a jeweler in Logan and ordered my ring. And planned our honeymoon. And we got going on our wedding announcement. And set a date, and called the temple, and reserved the Lodge for our luncheon. All before I had a ring on my finger.

My dad gave Andy his blessing to marry me, and then...

I headed down to Utah on Thursday, April 23. Ever since Andy happened to me, I always take the long way home and head to Logan before "visiting my family" in Brigham. When Andy got home from work, we made dinner and visited for a while. Then he took me up Green Canyon and we went for a little walk.

And that guy was a man on a mission! We had gone on a couple of hikes before (thank you, mild winter!), and he hikes like he means it, but that day, Andy really meant business. We were walking very briskly up the trail. (Bear in mind, I kind of wondered if I was going to get a ring that day, so I was dressed cute instead of sensibly. No hiking shoes on this ginabean.) That's not to say he dragged me up the trail or anything, though. We were just walking fast while enjoying the overcast skies and dodging the bikers riding down the path.

I have no idea how long we'd been walking, but I knew that the coast had been clear of bikers for a while, and there wasn't another soul nearby, when suddenly Andy asked, "Are you ready to head back?" I said, "Sure," and Andy said, "Okay, but first..." and he pulled me in and kissed me good. Then he said, "I have a question for you, and I think I know the answer." Then he got down on his knee and asked me to marry him. OBVIOUSLY I said yes, and he stood up and put the ring (swoon!) on my finger, and we kissed again and then it started to rain, and my little heart was beyond full. I mean, I know Andy didn't schedule the rain or anything, but does this guy know me, or what? (Yes, yes, the rain added to the perfection of the evening. So much!)

I. love. my. ring.

SO. Andy and I are getting married. I'm moving back down to Utah, and I'm thrilled about it! We've already found a new apartment, and I've already found a new job, AND LIFE IS BLISS!

My future sister-in-law Hailey took our engagement pictures.

Also, I totally love Andy's family. They are down-to-earth and loving, and I scored big with his family when I fell in love with him. #WinningAtLife

Umm, before I leave you, I'll just tell you a few things I love about my Andrew...

From the very beginning, I noticed that Andy is a calm soul. And I can't tell you how attractive his tranquility is to my tightly-wound, passionate, excitable, frenzied heart. I always hoped I'd fetch me a calm man, and I got my wish!

I love how considerate Andy is. He treats me like gold, and he's always thinking about how to make me smile and make my life easier. I don't know how I got so lucky.

Andy has integrity up the wazoo. He loves the gospel and lives his life accordingly. He loves his family and he treats his momma with respect. He's ridiculously cute with his nieces and nephew (swoon).

Also, Andy is funny. He makes me laugh all the time, and he makes me smile when I'm having a rough day. He hates it when I'm sad and does whatever he can to make me happy.

There are roughly one zillion more reasons I'm crazy about this guy, but I've already been rather long-winded, so I'll end it here. We're getting married July 16, and we can hardly wait!

Here's to new adventures with this handsome fella by my side!

advanced first aid, ricks college style

I was reminded of the term "degloving"today; a term I haven't heard or even thought about in years. *If you don't know what degloving is, don't Google it. DON'T! It's disgusting and horrific, and there are images that will appear on your screen that you just can't un-see. I'll verbally explain "degloving" in due time.

This is kind of a hint, but hold tight...

I was a freshman at Ricks College. My professor was a man we'll call "Jim." And the "advanced" part of this particular first aid class was that we not only learned what to do in emergency situations; we learned about injuries in-depth: when and how they happen, what they look like, etc., etc.

Jim, I think, loved teaching this class. And he liked to play a game I called "Name That Injury." I'm pretty sure you get the gist of the game by the title I gave it, yes?

On the few occasions that we played Name That Injury, Jim would turn on the overhead projector, shut off the lights, and rub his hands together in fiendish delight. (That last part is probably inaccurate, but I swear that's how I see it in my head all these years later.)

I've never had a strong stomach. Not ever. And the very thought of having to look at pictures of heinous injuries made me nervous and queasy. In fact, I still get a bit light headed as I flash back to images I had to see in that class.

But I digress...

Before each image would flash onscreen, I'd look down and take special interest in my hands or my pen, maybe rest my head on my desk. I'd wait for the inevitable gasp from my fellow students, and I'd try to gauge exactly how bad the injury was based on their reactions.

"What do you think happened here?" Jim would say in a voice I deemed much too chipper for such an occasion, as he called on students at random.

I'd brace myself, take a deep breath, and find the courage to look up at the image presented.

"A motorcycle accident?" one student would guess.

"Oh, I can see why you might think that! But, no. This was a bear attack." The person pictured was missing half of his (or her?) face, down to the skull.

Image: someone's calf, cut at a steep angle, to the bone. "What happened here?"

"Umm...a sword?" another student would wager.

"Nope. Badger attack." (Can badgers really do that? Am I remembering this wrong? It was an awful game for me to take part in, and I might not remember all the facts. But this was traumatic enough that these memories feel solid and accurate, and I swear he said "badger attack.")

Image: horribly mangled hand.

"Blender?" This was my guess.

"Ooo, close! Garbage disposal!" Jim exclaimed. (Do you feel bad for me? That he called my name on such a particularly disgusting picture?)

More images. More wild guesses. Sometimes we guessed right, sometimes not. Always, I would look down before the next picture flashed across the screen, always a collective gasp, always searching my soul for courage to look up just in case he called on me again...

Are you ready to hear about degloving?

Brace yourself.

Think of removing a glove from you hand. But the glove is your skin, severing the blood supply and all that garbage. It doesn't have to be your hand to be considered degloving; it might be a finger or a limb. That image in your mind is hideous enough without graphic representation, I assure you. (Don't Google it!)

Anyway...despite being grossed out by downright appalling pictures of profound injuries, I really did like the class overall, and it's difficult to explain why...

The way Jim talked about animal attacks and motorcycle accidents and everything in between was enough to make you paranoid, make you want to avoid nature at all costs. He outright refused to wear rings because of an increased chance of being degloved. But man, he was passionate about that class. And as I recall, he was an avid outdoorsman; he educated himself and was smart about his outdoor adventures, he lived his life (ring-free), and encouraged us to do the same.

fake thrifting...

I was in need of a pick-me-up last Friday.

I have Fridays off.

So does Jami.

Naturally, we got together and we went fake thrifting. (I'm not sure if that's an actual thing, but it's absolutely a real thing in my life.)

I know that "thrifting" is a real thing; my friend Brandi goes thrifting all the time, and she finds cute things for low prices. It's a talent, I can't help but think...

Me, though? I lack the vision when it comes to thrifting. And the patience. I'm determined to give it a go for real in the near future, but in the meantime, I "fake thrift." With Jami. To raise my spirits.

It totally worked, by the way. Jami and I laughed good and hard throughout the entire...process.

Aaaand (of course) we took pictures...

I think Jami wore this cute floral print quite well...

Should I have purchased this jacket??

I like to call this one "Jami and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat"

Twin: Green

Twin: Purple (ish)

This makes me think of Dorothy (from Wizard of Oz)

Flo

Sick, isn't it? Jami calls it my Princess Dress

Can you even think of anything more flattering than this little number??

...Maybe this, huh? This might be less flattering than Jami's grandma gear.

Thanks for the excellent conversation (and all the laughs), Jami! You're a true friend!

"Cool Facts"

I've got an app on my trusty iPod Touch. An app that I feel quite certain wasn't on my iPod when I bought it brand new a year and a half ago, but I also have no recollection of searching for and downloading in the app store. Weird.

Anyway, this application is called CoolFacts, and I must say, it has provided me with quite a bit of entertainment.

Who needs Angry Birds, anyway? (Read: I did, at one point. It's still here on my trusty iPod, but it's better if I just ignore that app, because it takes away years of my life in one stretch. Do you know what I mean?)

But I digress...

This app is wonderful, because you download it once, and you've got 10,00+ "cool facts" on your device, no internet necessary when you want to peruse said "cool facts." (I'm too cheap to buy an iPhone and pay for the 4G package deal, but that's another story for another time.)

CoolFacts is entertaining for a number of reasons, including but not limited to: the grammar is sometimes ridiculous, some of the facts seems so far-out that you have to Google said information to check its validity (thank heaven for Google, am I right?!), sometimes the wording is a smidge confusing, and...well, time just flies on by when you're slurping up all this knowledge on, say, your lunch break (for example).

Just the other day, I checked out CoolFacts during lunch, and here are a number of gems I deemed worthy of sharing:

According to Wikipedia (gospel truth, right?), it states that the tauatara "are...unusual in having a pronounced
photoreceptive eye dubbed the "third eye", whose current function is a subject of ongoing research,
but is thought to be involved in setting circadian and seasonal cycles."

Any fact regarding rodents (most especially mice and rats), I love.
Not because I like them (ick), but because Jami hates them more than anyone else I know.
So, naturally, I send directly to her iPhone.

Fact.

Here's anexample of CoolFact phrasing that annoys me.
"A freakishly athletic human being, who has no fins or gills, can only swim 4 mph.
Compare that to ridiculously fast fishes, that are, in fact, born swimmers:
they can out-swim the mere human by at least 64 mph."
Frankly, I think swimming one single mile might just kill me.
And I daresay it'd take me much longer than 15 minutes.
Just sayin'.

I wonder if the great state of Idaho saw any of that research money...?

Lucky John Quincy (and Louisa) Adams,eh?

Wow. Just...WOW. Six feet is taller than the average man, did you know?
That's a long drop, that's all I'm saying.

This is actually true! How appropriate is that?!

I didn't even bother to check if this was true.
Bachelors have three chances of me calling them MASTER,
and they are: slim, fat, and none.

Every time I read this, I can't help but imagine a human being
actually making the trek through a blue whale's aorta.
And it freaks me out a bit.

 Anyway, if you haven't already downloaded the CoolFacts app, it's something to consider....

Jami likes this app, too. This picture was taken yesterday
while she was waiting for a client to come.

You're welcome, I guess...

thrift shopping...

sometimes when we get bored, jami and i go "shopping" at thrift stores.

honestly, we look for stuff we might actually want to buy...

but we (almost) never find anything worth purchasing,

and we end up trying on ridiculous items of clothing.

the proof is in the pictures, i'm sure:

jami said this looks like something a RS president would wear in the '90s.

we were looking for something to wear to a neil diamond concert in july.
i SO wish jami would've bought that dress...

i cannot believe i'm actually going to post these next few pictures.

it's proof that i have no shame (or pride, for that matter)...

we were at one particular thrift store in town

when this little number caught our attention.

i thought it looked, in a way, rather sneetch-y

and couldn't resist the urge to try it on.

of course, jami couldn't resist the urge to take pictures.

(heaven help me; why am i posting these?)

(i think i promised jami i'd do it, and my word is my bond?)

(i sure feel like breaking that promise right about now)

(deep breath)

(prepare yourself)

(and please still be my friend after you've seen how ridiculous i can be)

the outside of the material made me think of a yeti of sorts;
the inside of the material was scratchy.
i have no idea what it's actually supposed to be, but i was roasting.

there are no words, right?

i still feel like i came off the winner, though,
because jami very nearly peed her pants while i paraded around.

 yeah. jami and i have fun...

another day off...

I woke up this morning with zero voice again. (FYI: yesterday, my voice did start coming back...sort of. Technically it wasn't my voice per se, but a voice; something you could hear, and something louder than a whisper.) So I went to a church activity and talked a bit (but mostly listened) and came home and...slept badly.

As it turns out, besides the tickle in my throat and the lack of voice, I also have this awful dry cough that gets worse as the day progresses, and it's downright awful when I lie down. So, yes, I slept badly.

And, like I said, I woke up without a voice. For the second day in a row.

I did my "research" (googled laryngitis), because I was pretty dang sure that's what I've got. Wikipedia validated my suspicion, and I texted my mama to see if going to the doctor would be a smart move (because, really, what can a doctor do for an inflamed larynx? I'm smart enough to know that vocal rest is the best medicine). Further "research" made me wonder...is this laryngitis bacterial? Fungal (ew!)? I knew it wasn't from overuse of vocal abuse (I've had no reason to yell and scream and shout lately). Mom told me to call the nurse and ask her if it was worth coming in...and then I let Mama know that my voice was, in fact, less than a whisper. So I just bucked up and went to the redicare. (I was mortified that somehow I'd developed this fungal infection, and that maybe I'd be voiceless for a super long time and turn into a mushroom? I get paranoid and panicky when I'm forced into it.)

The redicare doc said what I knew in my heart (and not in my crazy imagination): I had bacterial laryngitis that I likely picked up from a small child (maybe one of my clients?), and that vocal rest and hot beverages were the way to go. Also, it should last only three days, and if it goes beyond that I ought to run myself to the pharmacy and fill a prescription she'd written out.

"Three days," she said. Today is the second day. But I'm super hopeful that, with all this vocal rest and relaxation, maybe my voice will come back enough that I'll be able to work tomorrow? Because I kind of like work. (And I really like to have money, which comes from working, you see.)

So what did I do with another day off?

Well, I went to work to ask them (kindly) to cancel my appointments.
I went to Target to purchase the new Muppet movie.
I bought a salted caramel hot chocolate at Starbucks.
I watched The Muppets.
I've played Draw Something on my iPod touch.
I've taken a nap.
I've watched an episode or two of Numb3rs.
I've done some laundry (it was time for me to do my whites!).
I painted my toenails a sparkly red color (fun!).
I went to Porters to buy a new wreath for my office door at work.
I cooked some dinner (and ate it).
I blogged. (Well, I am blogging. Currently.)

This movie makes me laugh like a child...

 I mentioned up there that I've been playing Draw Something. This is a totally wonderful app that is way more fun than I'd have ever expected. (Think along the lines of Pictionary, but cooler.)

My problem is that I'm not a wonderful artist.

And my other problem is that I've drawn the wrong pictures. Three times. Within, like, 24 hours. With three different friends. (You get to choose between easy, intermediate, and hard for different points.) It's totally embarrassing, I'll have you know. You'd think I'd have learned after my first screw up, but no. Not this ginabean. (Can I blame it on the laryngitis?)

Anyway, here are a few of the pictures I've drawn:

Not TOO horrible...

I drew a picture before this one of a woman who was clearly EXTREMELY pregnant

I think the stripes helped. Otherwise, it could have been any number of four-legged animals

This is the one that's completely embarrassing.
I've also drawn the wrong thing for Brooker, although I can't remember
exactly what I was supposed to have drawn (I remember drawing meatballs, though)

Fortunately (for me), my friends are better artists than I am...

Here's to hoping for a healthy voice tomorrow!!!

it's funny because it's true

saw this on facebook the other day. 

i laughed. hard.
 

elijah wood's eyes really are very expressive.
thank you, lord of the rings

it's so accurate, you know?

this whole "spring ahead" part of daylight savings time

is awesome in that it stays lighter later into the day.

but DANGITALL, losing that one hour of sleep that first
messes me up for an entire week!

let's just get rid of daylight savings time already, shall we?
especially now that we've got daylight right where we want it!

Essence of Cinnamon, and Ugly Sweaters

I went to an Ugly Sweater Party this evening.

Jess made some homemade hot cocoa, and was sprinkling cinnamon into the mix (score!).

Seeing the cinnamon reminded Keri of something. "I've heard that if you put either teaspoon or a tablespoon of cinnamon in your mouth, you can't swallow  it."

Shalene wanted to know if it was true, so she volunteered to try it out herself.

Jess handed her the little jar of cinnamon, and I grabbed my camera...

She was a good sport, right? She was totally choking on essence of cinnamon for about ten minutes afterward (plus gargled, ate a brownie, and sipped water to help control the coughing). I asked her if she was sorry she did it and she said, "Nope. But I'll never do it again!"

I LOVE YOU, SHALENE! :)

While I'm at it, I might as well post the pictures that I took. (Unfortunately, I didn't get pictures of everyone's ugly sweaters.)

Shalene, Brookie, Keri and Beth

Melissa rocked her Rudolph sweater!!

Keri, me, Brooke and Beth

I'm totally bummed because people told me my sweater was kind of cute (which is depressing to hear at an ugly sweater party!), but I tell you what, the neck was nasty, and it's got, like, a metallic glint to it! I'd never wear it under normal circumstances! In fact, I put the sweater on about an hour before the party began, and I sat on the couch reading trying to read; my sparkly sweater was so shiny that it TOTALLY distracted me, and I had to pull my blanket up all the way so I could concentrate on my book. 

PS I'm still reading the Hobbit; it's not that I'm not enjoying it--Tolkien is a stupendous writer, but I do NOT give myself much time to read! I'm almost done, though! Bilbo and the dwarves have already met Smaug; they're currently hiding and trying to figure out where he is and how to defeat him--meanwhile he's off trying to destroy the closest village. I'M GOING TO FINISH THE BOOK WITHIN THE NEXT FEW DAYS, because I still need to read "A Christmas Carol," but I can't just push The Hobbit aside, or I might never finish it! Gah!

Sorry for that tangent.

Turns out, maybe I lent my ugliest of ugly sweaters to Beth and Kari...

Kari and Brooker

 Hooray for Ugly Sweater parties, and for fun friends!

This Makes Me Giggle

I first saw this book in one of the shops at Grand Central Station a couple of months ago; I skimmed through it and thought it was pretty cute.

Then I looked at the author's name. And laughed.

Todd H. Doodler.

A guy called Doodler wrote a book about animals and underpants. That's funny stuff, right?!

I totally bought the book about a week after I returned home from my trip to NYC.

I still chuckle every time I look at it...

Heh heh...

Brookie saw this while running errands the other day:

Stop him, Harry!

Guess what I'm going to see
at the theater in an hour and half!!!

I'm kind of ready to see HP 7.2

Bring it, Voldemort...
My money's on Harry.

Points of View

I bought this cute window decal thingy in Hawaii last November.

I just put it on my car last Thursday.
I thought to myself:
"Hey, look! It's my family!"
See what I mean?
Then I showed it to Brookie, and she said something like,
"Are you sure that first one isn't Goose?"
Like so:
Because...well...see for yourself:
(Aaron, Vance, Gina, Goose, Brent)
(This picture was taken 2.5 years ago, but you get the idea)
That made me laugh good and hard,
so I texted the pictures to three of my brothers
(the 3 who text)
and here's how it went down:

Me: "Guess which one you are...:)
[picture attached]
Goose: "Is that a fat joke?"
Me: "No! It's because you're so masculine and stuff!"
Goose: "Did you see how fat that stick person was???"
Me: "They're sea turtles, Goose!"
Goose: Oh! I feel silly.

Me: "Guess which one you are...:)
[picture attached]
Brent: "Clearly, I am the littlest one."
(We were on the same wavelength, initially)

Me: "Guess which one you are...:)
[picture attached]
Aaron: "To make it truly accurate,
Jackson should be wandering off
and Emmett should be extra roly poly."
Such as...
I wonder what Vance would've said...

Bums of New York

I used public transportation a lot on my trip to the Big Apple; it's the thing to do, after all.

(Pretty sure nobody could pay me enough to try to navigate the streets of New York, and actually put up with all that traffic and honking. "Excuse me, bucko, but did you just honk at me? Oh no you di'int! Honk this!" I feel quite certain that even the thought of driving in NYC takes me to a dark place I'd rather not venture!)

But I digress...

As I sat on buses and subways and trains, I noticed people's bums. In my face. Frequently.

Being the extremely mature adult that I am (sarcasm), it quickly became apparent that I needed to turn this into a game; a game of taking pictures of people's bums. Without their knowledge. (Thanks, Jami & Janae, for the idea!)

*Disclaimer: If anyone had the idea to take a picture of my bum as it was inches from their face on the subway, I say go for it! It seems like the logical thing to do; I'm not wrong, am I?

So, yeah. I did it. I played a game that I coined "Bums of New York." And every time I took a picture of another bum, I'd send it along to Janae. (You're welcome, friend!)

Now I'm going to share it with the rest of y'all. (Of course I am!)

Episode 1
I call it Manhattan Bottom

Two Bums
Bad angle, but ever-present!
(This was on the Staten Island Ferry)

Blurry Bottom
(I almost got caught taking this one!
Aaaand that's why it's so blurry.
The owner of this bottom is foreign and seemed a decent fellow)

Secure In His Masculinity

May I Have Your Ticket, Please
(picture by Jami)

Not Bad...
(Hi, Jami!)

Nice in New York
(Kind of, I enjoy his back and shoulders. Just sayin'.)

Too Tight!

I'm pretty sure that this is the order in which the pictures were taken; Too Tight was taken my last full day in The City, after all. But then...(but then!) Jami and I were waiting at the depot for our bus to shuttle us to the airport, and low and behold, the motherload was perched just ahead of us in line. Behold (the grand finale!):

Whoah, Nelly!
(This one makes me exceedingly uncomfortable!)

Wasn't that fun?! You're welcome for being so sharing!