and bingo was his name-o

the kid: tita meel? (tita= filipino word for aunt, altho we are not actually related...)
me: yes?
the kid: we gonna crash?
me: no.
the kid: we gonna crash meel?
me: no. we are not gonna crash.

-5 minutes later-
the kid: we gonna crash meel?
me: no
the kid: meel?
me: yes?
the kid: we gonna crash?
me: no that's not going to happen.
the kid: cars crash!
me: OKAY but NOT US.
the kid: we gonna crash daddy?
crazy maniac behind wheel: no, no crashing today.
me: just because your daddy's maniacal driving is giving tita meel an anxiety attack does not mean that we're gonna crash.
crazy maniac behind wheel: (glares via rear-view mirror)

this is how quite a bit of our 7 hour drive from baltimore to providence rhode island went on thursday. well, it got a lot worse (not the kid's questions, more like the maniac's road-rage vs. my backseat-driving)

i don't think the kid was asking if we were going to crash based on anything that was ACTUALLY happening. it's more like he is obsessed with cars, the movie cars, playing cars, and talking about cars crashing. but after the millionth time of him asking if we were gonna crash it started getting a lil creepy.

this is the 37th time he sang the bingo song:


my plan was to write my essay for my stupid english class during the ride. over the course of 7 hours, i wrote 1 sentence. than, i actually ended up changing the topic of the essay and wrote a new sentence. now the essay is due tomorrow and i will have to write it tonight (at least that killer sentence is out of the way) because this is really the only way i get things done. give me a 7 hour time frame one week before it's due? not gonna happen. i can ONLY do it the night before (after i decide to do some blogging).

so i got my squirrel tattoo finally (credit to steve williamson @ artfreek tattoo). that's right a squirrel. modeled from beatrix potter's "squirrel nutkin." i decided that i would need a good story to tell people when they ask why i got a squirrel. because trust me, just telling people i was getting a squirrel prompted so much annoying explaining that i have to come up with something good. because PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW. like on miami ink- apparently the way to get tattooed on the show is by having some long heartbreaking story that goes along with your tattoo. either that or you have to be a miami cheerleader type in a bikini, boobs flying everwhere, in which case when they get to they whole, "so tell me, why are you getting a mermaid on your inner thigh?" part the chick goes into some explanation as to the significance of what mermaids mean to her and how it will affect her life and give her the confidence she needs to get up and face the world type of shit AHAHAHAHA.

so here is my idea (because i have noticed that saying "i don't know, i guess i just like squirrels" doesn't seem to satisfy people). i will say that one time i had a dream that i was walking through the forest, alone and cold and scared. and then a squirrel appeared in my path and told me it was going to protect and guide me. that it would sit on my shoulder and guide me through life as my spirit animal. and then i woke up and have felt like an inner peace even since and that i just knew i had to capture the squirrel and keep it with me forever, permanently etched on my body, it's spirit walking with me forever. too much?

the kid wanted a lion tattoo. we had to work around some paperwork/legality stuff but we got the job done.
oh yeah and we stayed at my friend's (the crazy maniac who drove) parents' house and they collect insane artwork, like this lady's head growing out of the flower (vagina symbol? i don't know).

and also, this....whoa.