we have two grills, one charcoal and one gas
and yes on saturday i will be meeting my biological mother.
as i’m well aware i’m talking about it a lot…but i’m not focusing on it…like…it is not something to be taken in all at once, at the first meeting. this will hopefully be one of many meetings…an extension of my family circle.
i will have grandparents again.
Paula was 19 and I was three days old when she handed me to her mother who then walked with me in her arms out of the room and down a long hallway to give me to my parents.
I grew up knowing that my brother and i were adopted. We always had vhs tapes and colorful books…probably even a coloring book or two about being adopted. The books and movies were always visiible in the house: “why i’m adopted”
I grew up thinking my biological mother was skinny, with strawberry blonde hair and had green eyes. I imagined that she was amazing and full of laughter.
In my mind she has stayed perpetually 19 and pretty.
In 7th grade I found a box of letters hidden in my mothers closet. These letters were from my biological mother and included photographs of her, my half brother from her recent marriage and my bioloical father who wants nothing to do with me.
For the record, from the one fuzzy photograph of him that i have seen he is 5′10″ skinny with blonde hair and there was a letter that stated he was a race car driver.
friday: my birthday cookout. i hope you’re coming.
saturday: my birthday…i’ll be meeting my Biological mother
CRAZY
SUnday:
must eat the grilled meat
must possibly eat the grilled fake meat
must remember, while grillmastering, to alternate use between the real meat spatula and the fake meat spatula
must sit on mulberries and get the butt stained.
must break light bulbs
must reach 88 miles per hour
GREAT SCOTT!
must memorialize
once i wrote an entire 37 pages about memorialization/graves and how they enriched Australia’s national consciousness (university final paper).
i hate you karl…i HATE you (just putting that one out there, to my misguided professors TA who did not…i repeat DID NOT know i had permission straight from god Glenn to write a paper so ultimately different in nature than our four original choices).
and for the record Karl must have had a mighty vengeance about him because he hunted me down…he found my other professors and volunteered to grade those papers as well… he was not nice to this dyslexic julien.
F you TA K.J.
sorry.
these are memorial day photos…
and yes, i was shit on by a bird, it looked like blueberry compote
a house packed full of friends camel lights and pbr
tamis turns THIRTY:
cori’s birthday
….welcome to horneytown located in forsyth county (we’re serious…click the link)
Origin of its unusual name:
The tiny community of Horneytown, North Carolina received its decidedly suggestive name from early pioneers — the Horney family — who established a business and farm in the area before the Civil War.
jams, only one camera allowed out at a time.
rockin the No Age t-shirt.
true blue
brother reade has a new angle…metal
what happens when you wait and wait.
jon’s rocking the OOO look L.L. bean bag, hoodie…wait thats what he always wears
derek maine…wish you could have been here.
what am i up to lately? well, i’m busy coming up with new photo faces…
check this one out:
yeah…i know…i was amazed with myself too.
thursday is the new friday
‘may they all would be should be can be have had been women’
wait, what’d you say about my girl?
