'Money doesen't talk, it swears.' ~ Bob Dylan

Nice! I randomly open Picassa and scroll the mouse and whatever picture it landed on amidst my California pics as of late, I was going to post and this was it, LOL!
Anyway, I'd never been to Hooters and my, what a strange world that is. Though, I must admit that Raesue (on the far left) gave this Hooters girl QUITE the run for her money where Hula-Hooping was concerned so, that made it all worthwhile! (Damn those Hooters girls and their talents! I am jealous, as I have neither the particular asset NOR the Hula-Hooping skill for that postion)
In this photo. former co-workers from Wachovia ~ Raesue, Seth, (Janie, the Hooters rep), Chike and myself. (After work one day in Fisherman's Wharf, SF. Fun stuff!)

Merry Christmas all! Not the best photo here, as it was taken with my phone camera, but still...for posterity, its not so bad.
Hope all had a terrific 2007 and that 2008 brings good cheer, good luck and good times to all.
best, thetis

To the bestest Dad a girl could have.
These are the times I enjoy the most; Dad plays guitar, while I sit and listen and wonder how he does it so well.

See? They barely leave room for ME! :)

...for the new job a while ago at this place I seriously doubt conducted a business that was entirely legal, (I felt like if I'd hinted that I'd make it worth their while if everything turned out okay, they'd have made it happen) but oh well.
Anyway, This guy said when he was young he thought all American women looked like the ones he saw in beauty pageants he watched on television and then he also added (after he inquired, similar to many a family member, as to why I wasn't married yet) that he would've risked running the border for a girl like me back in the day, to which I said, 'oh come now, I bet you say that to all the girls....at least the ones you fingerprint anyway.'

Chillin' in her backyard.

Which I was very happy with. (Not the photo, but the hair)

at the Jungle Red salon in the Castro back in January I think it was.

I just hope that my jersey (that Dad gave me last year---thanks Dad!) brings more luck for the Broncos this year than it did last year; Stupid Steelers. (No offense Paul)

It was 1:30 in the afternoon and what was I doing?
You guessed it -- Nothin'. (I was just enjoying reading the paper, my coffee and the sun)