Shell Bell's Birthday Bash

The beautiful hooping goddess, Ms. Shell Bell, hosted a jam, picnic, slack rope and hoop session at a local park. So much fun.

 Eddy showing his hoop support and wishing the birthday girl a happy birthday

 Beejan giving it his all.

 Do you think enough hoopers showed up?

 Ryan making friends with the Flag Football people. 

 Random LARP battle. It was epic. 

Ryan's car mascot.

Montel Williams

Best. Text. Ever. From. My. Killer. Katie.

Ring. Ring. "Hi Father..."

My father is a Jehovah's Witness. This is the weekend of the District Convention. For you non-J Dubs, this is sorta a big deal. Not as big as Passover, but these three day conventions are where thousands of folks in the same religious sect can get together, hear speakers from all over the U.S. preach and just be in the company of one another. It's very awesome, I think. These people leave generally feeling very spiritually strong, empowered and closer to Jehovah and Jesus. Maybe even feel better connected to their families, friends and any others attending. Kudos for them - what a wonderful community builder. This year's convention theme "Safeguard Your Heart!" 
I really appreciate how my father tells me, "Now, this isn't your literal heart, Hayley. It's your spiritual heart."

Ahhhh... Thanks - couldn't have figured that one out on my own, Pops. 

The last J-Dub event I attended was in high school, I think it was the 2001 Passover. My guilt of leaving the religion truly only stemmed from disappointing my father, but now that I've matured and been able to separate my life and what I consider happiness and fulfillment vs what my father's definition of what happiness and fulfillment is, I can approach sermons, services, conventions and holidays very differently.

The key-note speaker is on Sunday. I think I'll attend. It's super important to my Dad and truly, I dig on religious talks. I like being in different environments and listening to crowd mentality and group thought - it's interesting to me. I'm not anti-religion, nor anti-J Dub - I'm just not a believer. I find more comfort in knowing that my eternal soul will not be judged by my actions spent on this planet, rather I'll judge myself while living presently. I'm proud of how my morals and sense of right and wrong, good and bad, smart and stupid have developed with the influence of the Kingdom Hall in my early years, and the influence of amazing people (those including some awesome freaks, homos, pets, Muslims, creative artsy types and all other walks of life that have yet to be labeled), and out of good ol' fashioned life livin' experience. 


If someone finds their psychological strength to hold them self to an ethical guideline and that is self imposed by the teachings in the Bible or other religious publications - who fucking cares? Who fucking cares if they call that psychological strength "faith"? If you're a good person; great. I don't care where or how you learn to be a good person, just fucking be a good person.


I spent 43 minutes on the phone with my father; discussing how radically close we are to the ends of this Satonic world. The rise of murder-suicide in families, depression and probably any other "sign" he could grasp to prove, once again, we are in the end of days here. He finds great comfort in knowing the end is soon. Yet, he has 8 children, none are Witnesses. His wife is not a J-Dub. I used to bring that up but I think it truly saddens him. So... I'm happy that he has this bond, this connection with other Brothers and Sisters in the Hall. That he has a personal relationship with Jehovah and his son, Jesus Christ. I'm happy that he keeps his mind processing as he studies the bible and other publications. He creates questions and speeches all around this topic - trust me, it's never ending.

What the hell, right? I think I'll attend. If I do, I'll make sure to write a post about it.

This man exist.

I want a man to kiss me.

I want him to linger in my gaze, run his fingers through my hair.

I want to feel the excitement of not being the one to make the first move.

I want to smell his cologne and beer on his breath,

I want to feel his hands pull me close and the electricity run through my bones.

I want the rush.

The tingle.

The heat.

The passion.

I want to want more – and give in.

I want to forget where I am.

I want to forget if people are around.

I want a man to make the world melt away.

I know this man exist. This man is looking for me.

If you know him – tell him where I am. 

You might live in SE Portland if...

Your living room doubles as a bike repair space.

Zuckerberg weds

I guess only billions makes him smile... not marrying the love of his life. 

Another good night

Thank you Open Mic Night for letting me do my thing. One of these times, I'll get someone to actually record it so I can post the shit out of myself.