Adieu for now for real...

I'm off to Sweden and Denmark in about 12 hours...
So this is my adieu.
I hope you all have a wonderful next two weeks and I look forward to catching up on all the reading when I return.
I'll also have lots of photos for anyone who is interested. I have two memory cards which will allow me to take close to 1000 photos!!! : )
Lurve you!
Tracy

Rape of the Skink

Sunday evening I was walking up the pathway to my apartment, chatting with a friend after a relaxing day, when I spied something strange on the ground. I stopped and glanced over while wondering aloud what it was...

It really is too bad that I can't be purposefully witty, only on accident, because this is one of those times I'd really love to write some animal planet-esque commentary to go with the rapidly humping skink.

(imagine English accent here... something like Miz Doolittle)
Please notice the male skink 'as a colourful 'ead... the 'ead atop 'is shoulders, you wanka. Also see that 'e is 'oldin on to the female skink by biting 'er skin and pulling it waaaay fah from 'er body. 'e's a wanka too. Rapin' a poor girlie like that.

Rape is right... the fellow was thrusting like a mad man and the girlie waited a bit and then attempted to make a mad dash. But he was BITING her. So he ran right along. Thank goodness. I woulda hated to see her skin come right off in his mouth or something.

Poor skink. She's a skink... not a skAnk.

Cutie Patootie

Katie's Friend
Please notice that you can click on Snakey's photo and see it much bigger for the full effect of his ginormous forked tongue! Also notice that Ranger Tracy accidentally, in trying to get him out from under the fridge, set the fridge down on his poor fat body and indented it slightly... it can be seen in his curvy part near his head. I didn't mean to though and I was rather unhappy that I might have hurt him. However, once outside, he seemed just fine. Hopefully there was no internal damage. I don't think the fridge was totally on him... just a bit.
My family would be amazed that I didn't freak out... that I actually went to help get the snake out on my own... I could have just come home. But I didn't.
And I petted that snake at work recently too.

My sister knows about my blog now. No more pictures of my hiney for you peeps.
: )

I feel like...

... this is happening to me.

And I miss having a darkroom.
That's all.
For now.

bad things happen when I try to subsist on doritos and m&m's

You: bald man wearing sunglasses in little white four-door Toyota Corolla with "It's a Boy" banner in back window at corner of Southside and Touchton.
Me: blonde in black two-door Honda Accord with window down screaming, "Give me your chicken sandwich and no one will get hurt"!
I think I owe you lunch.