Last Christmas I gave you my heart

      This Christmas I got the most amazing gifts. Except the 2000 piece mandala coloring puzzle for my little cousin. No idea how that works, didn't think it through.
      Pup dope soap on a rope for brother & his fiance. Founders of Dope on a rope soap.
      The best of all was from the heart.
A scrapbook for my faja of his mother's childhood - now.
      I've made family scrapbooks but this one was special.

      Because we know nothing of her side of the family.
Thanks to my great grandpa changing his last name...

      Last month my wonderful cousin informed me my grandma's childhood pictures still existed. Gave me prints. Here's a few of my favorites.

One of two pictures of my great grandpa. My grandma on the far right

Notice the smile on his face? It's sincere. Unposed. Pure happiness. I Love it. Rare for the 1920's.

Grandma on the left with her tap shoes. Explains the dancing in my blood.

Does every grandma have a sexy beach pic? Mine do. I'd like to hang them up framed side by side.

       Given a picture of my great grandpa's obituary card too. Obviously
I gave the cemetary a call. Found his grave location, year he died, and his middle name

      Ironically my faja got me a DNA testing kit for christmas. You send it in, tells your ethnicity percentages.

      This will be an excellent 2017 adventure for my family and I.

Patience, it's a virtue

      Destination, psych doc. ETA, ...late. I'd have to wait 3-months to see him if I didnt make it. Fitting in a gas and cigarette stop on the way.

      My man finished getting gas, next comes avoiding rush hour. As we roll out, an unexplainable noise came came along with us. Followed by a car horn. I assumed we got hit. No more delays damnit.
      My man got out, discovering he drove with the car still connected to the gas pump. Then took that shit out, chucked it back, checked the car, no issues. Off we go.

      Then the old dudes

      One blocked the car as the other held the driver door open.
      We both just let them bitch. Looking away pondering. I pondered at least, about the estimated time of arrival. Then I heard one say the word police.

      Hell. No.
      No time.

      I juuuust wanted to skid out. Whispered "...just go".

      Instead, he got out of the car. Screwed the nozzle back on over the broke part of the pump. No gas was leaking so we left. The men still screaming shit we cant understand, but I think they thanked us in a way.

      It took a good 5-minutes before we started laughing, making what just happened not so casual anymore. Now that I think of it, I've only seen that shit in movies.

        We ended up half an hour early to my appointment. The doc was running behind. I sat a good 60-minutes in the waiting room.

      Patience. It's a virtue.