Wednesday, July 23, 2008

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words

The Words:

Airports, hugs, tears, smiles, laughter, silliness, 5:40 a.m., text messages and voicemail therapy, neon pink smiley face stickers, illegal smoking zones (“it’s illeeeeeeeeeegal!”), our first SoCal speedbump!, lavender bath smelly-goods, cards, Build-A-Bear (or Cat), waterbottles for the gym, knee-high socks and U of O Ducks, pigtails and sunburnt parts, coffee, squishy sandwiches (hey, that’s squishy!), Peet's, crack!, nap nazi and no sleeping, Gay Pride parades, half-naked men and rainbow flags, Weinies for Whatever (dogs!), the Neuter Scooter, condom dresses, "dikes on bikes" and naked cowboys, the most fabulous gay boys south of San Francisco, “We’re Orally Gifted”!, stealing flamingoes, making our own parade, Wonder Woman and Betty Page, bacon-flavoured toothpicks, "I have 9 days to use this condom because it expires in July 2008", crazy friends and silly sisters, "Charles in Charge of our days and our nights!", lobsters and lobster red, hot guys, cold drinks, warm weather, and refreshing water, dips in the pool, graceful entrances and less-than exits, floating rafts and beachballs, red-white-and-blue all on one person, posing pictures and laughing too hard to see straight, “always flirty and frequently in a bathing suit”, sunshine and sunbathing topless-- "get some sun on your buns!", my mom said I could sit outside naked if I want to, twinsies, boobies (help! they’re falling out!), and LLPs 4 EVA!, "what what in the butt!", shopping, I came in on Thursday and didn’t leave until Tuesday, lines lines and more lines, Louis!, "excuse me, lifeguard? Was I just knifing through the water?? Do I look like a swimmer?!?", goofballs and goobers, doublemint (go on and double it!), piƱa coladas (but "not too coconut-y"!) and WILDberry lemonade, perfume squirts and licking myself, no bacon, deepdish pizza, "let's make a run for it" and one more drink, flip flops, alligator puppy, taking pictures of palm trees, long walks, snuggles, "Brokeback Mountain" (Jake!), sleepies, PB&J, T&J do TJ, Farmer's Market, mangoes with chili and lime, watermelon juice, granola, fresh lavender, two cute (and too cute!) gay guys, all the beaches on the entire West coast, taking pictures while driving, beach and surf and sand and sun, waves crashing and I love to wave!, buying 2.9-million-dollar houses, singing along and sit-down dancing, Foo Fighters and 80s music and "I am the warriorrrrrrrrrrr!", margaritas, chips & guacamole, schools and stories and I almost went to class, stolen boats and "when the flood comes" and crazy Jesusfreaks (no, seriously, don't make eye contact!), Happy Hour at 1:00, “how did you ever graduate?”, the rollercoaster, no parking, spin class on the sidewalk, stalker lots and the first beach bathroom, Starbucks bathrooms, my tile, bathing suits, every single souvenir shop, “shoes and shirts required; bras and panties optional”!, tourist T-shirts and scoops of shells, buy a hermit crab!, Guns N’ Roses beach towel!, walking in the sand, making the same face in every picture, my hat!, no shoes (even on beach sidewalks! "gross!"), the pier and surfers and naked little kids, unexpected waves and wet pants, rolling up capris makes us look like Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer, (tho thexthy!), writing messages before the waves wash them away, SoCal yay!, Tansy loves SoCal, Frank + bacon = ♥ (hi Frank!), pretty sand handwriting, talking to SS Hottie, stepping on seaweed and nature lessons from JenBun, grocery shopping and cheesecake decisions, snacks for dinner, "Donnie Darko" (hi Jake!) and Frank the Bunny (hi Frank!), "I don't like this movie-- it's SCARY!", kitties and the animals, routines and schedules and throwing it all out the window, treasure maps to coffee and losing the way, blogposts and secret messages, sneaking out early, “I’m turning left now!”, swim lessons in the sun and sitting in the shade, crazy kids and super babies, huge homes with gorgeous tropical paradises, nice moms and silly swim instructors, driving driving driving, turn the radio on and turn the radio up and this woman was singing my song, our first funnel cake, $12-dollar rickety roller coaster rides?, tattoo shops on the beach, Giant Slice!, "no more pizza", ladybugs and penis tattoes, “you must be this big to ride this ride!”, flirting with tattoo artists, being a wimp, being the troublemaker single friend, “my husband is lucky if I come home”, In ‘N’ Out (that’s what a hamburger’s all about!), extra fries, strawberry milkshakes, spread, travel-size lotion hunt, ghetto Vons, Vaseline, “what are you trying to do to me?”, catching up on that one reality show, reluctantly working, The Butterfly Rescue Squad, watering the plants (and the pets and the Tansy), the hose is stuck!, laying in the grass and lawn yoga (“my favorite is downward dog!”), picking strawberries and shadow puppets, “Friends”, fancy makeup and cleavage tops, 7 minutes, 13 pictures and all the same pose, if your cell phone receives pictures you got text messages from JenBun, “don’t burn San Diego to the ground!”, turtle turtle!, winks, blowing kisses, looking mischievous, sunglasses and squint-noses and mouths open, “if you take one more picture, I’m going to smack you in the face!”, falling over laughing and nice boobs and “Oh, I love you so much, you silly beast!”, flirt flirt flirt, eyes closed in giggle mode, “are you sisters?”, being mean to my cousin, tourist destinations, haunted houses and cemeteries in the dark, “I’m not going in there”, it says Grave Site right on the ground, history, little kids running through the grass, hottie dads, ghost-hunting tours, bored face = looking up in awe, taking pictures of taking pictures, blurry shots of me running away, I see a ghost!, the Saloon, brushing past cute boys, sailors and jarheads and Army men— Oh my!, shot glasses, one more drink, passports (in case I want to leave!), drunk girls (not always us!), Malibu & pineapple, Long Beach iced tea, karaoke, Mexican food and delicious tacos, strawberry margaritas and JenBun sangria, having a blasty-blast, not wanting it to end, best vacation ever!, having it rough, being spoiled, hundreds of pictures, random souvenirs, coming back once a year, Twins Take Over (2008), LOVE!

The Picture:



Double double your refreshment... double double your enjooooyment! Oh, no single gum double freshens your mouth like doublemint doublemint, come on and double it, doublemint double mint gum-- there's no single gum like it!

34 comments:

Jidai said...

Are you high?

JenBun said...

NO!!

Why?

(What have you heard?!?)

Jidai said...

You sure?

JenBun said...

Positive!

Why do you keep saying that?

villageidiot said...

how long did it take you to keep counting to hit 1000? crazy!

JenBun said...

I dunno, I just typed 'til I had enough!

Jidai said...

I honestly, really don't know... I'm sick! I have an excuse!

*cough*

JenBun said...

You're GONNA be sick!

*waves fist in threatening manner*

Wait... what?

Andy said...

"mangoes with chili and lime"... that'd make MY trip. I have them all the time whenever it's mangoe season here!

I just hope there are some of those in San Francisco (yeah, I'm totally visiting JenBun land aka Califronia!). I'm leaving today!

surviving myself said...

Penis tattoos?

JenBun said...

Andy: Mmmm... they're SO good!

Yay! I wish I had known-- I would make the trip up there! Have SO much fun!!!

Chris: Penis tattooes. The real question is, "Did she or didn't she?"

Jidai said...

I'm telling Frank on you!

*Runs away crying*

JenBun said...

Ummm... what's Frank gonna do about it?!?

*runs after you, makes you stop crying, buys you a drink, makes fun of you for crying*

Andy said...

Bummer. Well, I'll have to make yet another trip, there's no other way.

JenBun said...

It'll just have to happen! =)

Rachel said...

*brain explodes from so many words*

JenBun said...

Look at the pretty picture!

TansyBritches said...

you made me cry! i don't wanna go home!!

JenBun said...

No crying! GO HOME!!!

I'm tired.

;)

TansyBritches said...

you can't make me! No Nappies!

Jidai said...

Jenbun likes to make people cry... *sniffle*

bunny said...

That sounds like such fun! Yay for awesome times! :)

surviving myself said...

You definitely did.

JenBun said...

Tans: I think I DID make you! I still need a nap... ;)

Jidai: I don't like to. It just happens sometimes. Don't be a wuss!

(KIDDING! Sheesh.) :D

Bunny: It really was! Thanks! Yay!

Surviving Myself: Hmmm... that sounds like me... pics? ;)

villageidiot said...

whoa, I missed something important in all those words up there. I refuse to believe that penis tats exist. WTF?!? I mean, uh, how....the logistics are torturing my mind. there is just.no.f'g. way.....

JenBun said...

Two things: One, we were talking about tattooes OF penises, not ON penises.

And, two-- of course a man can get his penis tattooed! The guy who did my first tat had flames tattooed on his penis-- he called it his Hot Rod!

villageidiot said...

'of course' she says, as if I'M the crazy one! they'd have to knock me out with some general anesthetic first. I mean, c'mon now - seriously?

And what in the world would I have it say?

"Well, its not gonna suck itself"

"Objects are larger than they appear"

Or maybe just a happy face design?

Its just the most ridiculous idea ever, IMHO. But that's just me...

JenBun said...

I think you may be overthinking it, just a tad... YOU don't have to get one; I was just saying that I know someone who has one!

I was talking about getting a tattoo of a penis, anyway.

surviving myself said...

Please????

JenBun said...

We'll see... if you're good!

villageidiot said...

uh, where would you put such a thing? wait - don't tell me, it probably won't be good for my heart... ;)

*redirect - kittens' mittens, kittens' mittens....*

JenBun said...

Shhh... secrets!

I'm Frank said...

Yay, any JenBun post that includes a reference to me is entitled to a certain level of excellence.

JenBun said...

YAY!!