Here, kitty kitty kitty :)
If there is anything we wish to change in the child, we should first examine it and see whether it is not something that could better be changed in ourselves.
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| — | Carl Jung |
OGOD, OGOD, OGOD, this is hilarious!!! …. 1: Those titties are bigger than mine, pretty sure they are implants… and 2: I can’t quite figure out the language he’s speaking. But I REAAALLY want to know where on Earth this is, that women (or men) would go for this guy.
WATCH THIS.
I CAN’T EVEN BREATHE.my jaw dropped. this cannot be real life.
Ha Ha… this is great!
Mistaken identities: A funny thing happened in the lounge at Michael Mina (335 Powell St.). San Francisco Giants pitcher Barry Zito was enjoying a beverage at the tony bar when a long-haired kid dressed in skater garb walked into the formal restaurant and brazenly strolled up to him. Well, almost. A restaurant manager immediately cut off the intruder, saying something along the lines of, “Please don’t bother Mr. Zito. No autographs tonight.”
Who was the ragged-looking youth? Fellow Giant and two-time Cy Young winner Tim Lincecum.(via Chronicle’s Inside Scoop restaurant column)
Well I guess this just goes to show you, you never know where the things you put out into the big ol’ universe of the internets will end up…. I posted this picture of my husband and daughter on a Tim Lincecum fan page on Facebook a while ago, and while scrolling through Tim Lincecum tagged Tumblr’s… look what I found! haha… I love that someone saw this and thought it was awesome enough to reblog…. and then for 42 OTHER people to reblog it from there! Check out my sis in law’s photography blog: http://jenhendryx.blogspot.com/ d621: aw isnt this the cutest thing!
It’s not just Wednesday…. it’s Tim Lincecum day! Watching Timmy pitch is such a treat :) I can’t wait until 7:15!
FUCK YOU, CANCER!
My dad’s cancer is back. He is still doing chemo/radiation for another 4 weeks but refuses to have another surgery.
Today on the phone he asks me how he can get a passport. I tell him, then ask him why. ”So I can go back to Cambodia and die there.”…..
Being completely honest, my first reaction was happiness. What would you want for someone you love so much? Part of me is being selfish and wanting him here, and to fight, fight as hard as he can. And then there is the other part of me (probably about 80% of me) that felt the happiness of hearing him say that he just wants to be happy. My father came to the U.S. in the 70’s, leaving beind all but 2 of his family members. He hasn’t been back since. My entire childhood he’s talked of going back to live his “last days” in Cambodia. I just cant believe those days are already here.
After starting to cry for a minute, I got a mental image of my father laying in the Cambodian sun, speaking his native language, listening to the music he loves and worrying about nothing. This is all I could ever wish for my dad. I believe it’s such a personal decision, what to do when faced with death… and all I can do is help my dad to be as comfortable and happy as he can <3
