I had big plans to take an awesome finale photo when Bekah was down a couple of weeks ago but didn’t get around to it. I had big plans to take an awesome finale photo by myself after she left but didn’t get around to it.

I guess I’ve been occupied with other things…

Check out the last “official” HNT posting here. I’m there along with a lot of other beautiful people. Be sure and click on my photo – it will lead you to another! Those are a couple of photos that Bekah did take when we visited last February.

And stop by Osbasso‘s. Half Nekkid Thursday was his baby and I’m glad to have participated.

I’ve mentioned that I’m a picker – if there is a bump on me then I must make it smooth or maim myself in the process. Turns out that I’m also a poker. I haven’t had unfettered access to my bellybutton since I was 18 and spent the first two days after the jewelry was taken out jabbing the hell out of it or seeing how far I could get my finger in there.

I learned that it takes about two days of constant molestation for your bellybutton to puff up and try to close itself off in protective move.

Here is my pregnant self at about 24 weeks. I imagine the Bean is nice and cozy in there.

I like this tattoo. It was a present to myself after I lost a lot of weight.

Then I gained the weight back. And lost it. And got liposuction (see the two little round scars at the top?). Then gained it back. And now I’m working on losing it again. Le sigh.

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!

Why do I have a dragon holding a pearl with its head circled by the sun?

I was born in Korea’s Year of the Dragon.
My Mom’s name is Sun and my sister’s name means “pearl”.

If I had known how much I’d like getting tattoos, I’d have one giant piece on my back instead of three little ones scattered around.

Be sure to visit the King of HNT…maybe you’ll see someone you know there.

This…

Taken by the fantasical Bekah. This was back in the spring when I met her at the beach. I hate the beach in general. Sand in my asscrack and cooch? No thanks. Sweating? Nah, you can keep that shit. I live less than 30 minutes from the beach and never go but decided to drive 7ish hours to meet her at one. And guess what? It rained all weekend. And? I drank a dozen Irish Carbombs, gave drunken advice and puked in public. Then we took photos later! (Looking back, one should never drink a dozen of anything. Lesson learned.)

This is really me. Slightly cross-eyed due to the extreme tired with bags under my eyes and bedhead.

I like this photo because I can look at it and remember exactly how tired I was and how glad I was to visit with Bekah even though she ate a bit of something bad while we were at dinner and had to vomit continually while taking photos. I don’t know why, but I laugh when people are puking. She was hurling her guts out and I was chewing on a pillow to try and muffle the laughter. (That doesn’t mean that I don’t love you!)

I look at this and remember where I was in life at the time and where she was and am so happy that we are where we are now.

And I like this one because my tits look nice. Sure, I have to lie flat on my back and corral those bitches with my hands – but they look okay. I’m shallow. Sue me. Bekah took that one too when she was visiting in December last year. FYI: The only nekkidness you’ll ever see me in from now on will be done by her. (Probably.) Because she takes kickass photos and it’s too hard to do by myself.

I also want to throw in my favorite post of 2010. There are some things that I can read over and over again and laugh my ass off.