Strawberry Fields Forever.

I went to the city with my mom, my sister, her boyfriend and my boyfriend, for my mom’s birthday.  Our first stop off the path was ground zero, which I actually have never seen. Soon after we made our way to Strawberry Fields and the Dakota building. It was absolutely heart wrenching, there were people all around putting down flowers and taking pictures, not to mention singing. The man in the comic was explaining to his wife who John Lennon was and he started singing.  The whole moment was really quite surreal and I just kept snapping pictures. Unfortunately I don’t have the cord for my camera so those pictures will be on my camera for a while.

It was beautiful.  When we left we had to go to the subway entrance which was right by the Dakota building where John lived and was killed. I had to extend my hand and touch the building as we went down. Damn, that man did such great things, I can only imagine what more he could have done if his life wasn’t ripped away.

Boobs Make Good Pillows

So I’ve been told.

It was only a matter of time before boobs made their way into this comic.

I say “blessed” because I think it’s quite the opposite.  Girls with little ones claim they want bigger boobs all the time, but really they are better off without them. 

Larger chested women are littered with problems, mainly back problems, which I have the honor of experiencing.  So smaller chested ladies, count your blessings.

 

Listening to:  Once in a Lifetime- Talking Heads

It’s commonplace.

Hmm. Somehow, somewhere, at some point, my style kind of morphed into a Scott Pilgrim/Mickey Mouse Hybrid… my apologies! 

I’d say this is probably one of the most common dreams among women of all ages.  Who knows, maybe even men.

 

This one was especially real and I didn’t think I was dreaming so when I woke up I was expecting to be pregnant.  Unfortunately when I woke up and put my hand on my stomach I was alerted because of one of my pillows that was placed over my stomach.  Whew, I nearly gave myself a heart attack.  Not that being preggers is a bad thing, I’m just no where near ready for it.

 

Oddly enough, I had a dream a few days later that I gave birth…( I wasn’t going to draw that), it was really funny actually.  I had a baby and his name was Sam. He had a shocking resemblance to my Pauly, beard and all.