Well, I have returned from my every INTERESTING and somewhat EXCITING weekend in Charleston. Let's just say more happened to Pezmaster and I than just a reunion like I had originally planned. In fact, I am really not even sure where to start this blog since so much more happened to us than we expected. I guess the best I could do is start at the beginning. As always, with my blog there is going to be thoughts jumping here and there, but most of you are used to my ramblings. Rest assured though, this will be VERY entertaining. So if you need a snack with your story before bedtime, then I suggest you grab one now. I highly recommend at least some popcorn or some Reese's pieces. 
Someday, this tale may just become a movie!
THE REUNION
Someday, this tale may just become a movie!
THE REUNION
SPOILERS! (Click to view)
On Saturday afternoon, Pezmaster and I called my biological father and got directions to his house in Charleston. Since I knew my parents who raised me would not agree with this planned reunion, I previously made arraignments to stay with my younger brother that I grew up with. Staying at his house had two benefits. First, by staying with him this would guarantee that none of my adopted family would become suspicious and no drama would result from why I really came to Charleston for a visit. Secondly, this particular weekend my brother was getting to have is little girl over. I was very close to her before I left home and have only seen her twice since the six months I have lived with Pezmaster. Seeing her on top of meeting my biological father was something I felt I needed to feel a little less homesick. As much as I love Pezmaster and his family, I still miss little things from back home even though most of the things I left behind are better left forgotten. I was certain that this plan of staying would be full proof and no drama would result. Little did I know, this drama I was trying to avoid would later catch up with Pezmaster and I. This is one time I can say, "Wow, boy was I wrong!"
As I am assuming most of you are thinking that my adopted family found out about the reunion with my biological father and siblings. Nope, that whole situation went great. We sat and talked for hours. I learned a lot about my siblings who just turned 18 years old. They are both starting college in the fall. Hilariously, they are going to certain schools simply due to a sports rivalry. Anyone who is familiar with West Virginia football knows that there are two very competitive teams generally in the spotlight. One, is West Virginia University and the other is Marshall University. For years, these two schools have had rivalries in the sports department particularly football. Due to them both being fans of different teams, they chose to go to opposite schools. My brother is going to West Virginia University, while my sister has chose Marshall University to be her collegiate home. This is just humorous to me how the twins chose where they wanted to spend their college years. I remember when I was choosing a undergraduate institution my main concerns were the academic standards of the school and which ones offered me the best scholarships. Sports was not involved in this decision at all. I guess times have changed. It has been over 10 years since I graduated from college, at least undergraduate that is. I am still in graduate school. Realistically, I do not know when my school years will end. I can not wait to get out in the workforce. After all, no one enjoys homework, right?
After discussing my siblings college plans, they graciously invited me to their high school graduation in May. This made me so happy, since I had missed out already on so much of their lives. I was grinning from ear to ear at this point, and the day was only going to get better!
Soon, it was dinner time and we all sat down to eat. However, for dinner more relatives I had not seen were showing up. I got to meet my Uncle Timmy, who told me a lot about what I was like as child. Also, I got to meet my biological grandfather for the first time. I almost cried when I saw him. I saw such a resemblance between us and it made me very happy. I hate that he is in his eighties and we have lost so many years getting to know each other!
Although, he cheered me up a little by letting me know that he remembered me as a little girl and had never stopped thinking of me and my younger sister. He even told me that many anonymous gifts I received growing up were sent directly from him. I remembered the gifts and I was glad to know that this whole time my well-being was always in his mind.
Also, during dinner my sister pointed out that my brother and I looked very similar. She said while we were both watching television and had our heads turned toward its that she noticed we had the same nose and lips. Then he and I both giggled and he added that if he put on his glasses, then he and I would look like the twins instead of his actual twin sister. So this was nice to hear. There is nothing like being around people that look like you and share the same DNA. It is a moment in my life that I am sure will never be replaced.
Besides all the normal chit chat of the evening I also learned a lot about my family medical history. Both my father and I are diabetic. Also, we both suffer from cysts that normally appear on our heads. So genetically, he passed more down to me than looks. I also learned that heart disease is real bad on that side of the family. My grandmother died at 37 from a heart attack and so did an aunt. My father who will soon be 50 has already had quadruple bypass due to heart problems so my father was adamant that I get my heart checked out since I am approaching thirty and the history of such problems is so prevalent. I promised him I would do this to put him at ease.
Soon it was time for my father to go to work, so Pezmaster and I decided to head to my brothers for the night. We said goodbye to everyone with hugs and we all promised to keep in constant contact from now on. I was content knowing I had some good people to call family and it made me even more happy to know that they all loved and accepted Pezmaster unlike the family I had grew up with.
Before I continue with the rest of the weekend I would like to post a few pictures of me and my newly reunited family!
ME AND MY BIOLOGICAL DAD
ME, MY DAD, AND THE TWINS
ME AND MY BROTHER AND SISTER
ME AND MY SIBLINGS AGAIN
On Saturday afternoon, Pezmaster and I called my biological father and got directions to his house in Charleston. Since I knew my parents who raised me would not agree with this planned reunion, I previously made arraignments to stay with my younger brother that I grew up with. Staying at his house had two benefits. First, by staying with him this would guarantee that none of my adopted family would become suspicious and no drama would result from why I really came to Charleston for a visit. Secondly, this particular weekend my brother was getting to have is little girl over. I was very close to her before I left home and have only seen her twice since the six months I have lived with Pezmaster. Seeing her on top of meeting my biological father was something I felt I needed to feel a little less homesick. As much as I love Pezmaster and his family, I still miss little things from back home even though most of the things I left behind are better left forgotten. I was certain that this plan of staying would be full proof and no drama would result. Little did I know, this drama I was trying to avoid would later catch up with Pezmaster and I. This is one time I can say, "Wow, boy was I wrong!"
As I am assuming most of you are thinking that my adopted family found out about the reunion with my biological father and siblings. Nope, that whole situation went great. We sat and talked for hours. I learned a lot about my siblings who just turned 18 years old. They are both starting college in the fall. Hilariously, they are going to certain schools simply due to a sports rivalry. Anyone who is familiar with West Virginia football knows that there are two very competitive teams generally in the spotlight. One, is West Virginia University and the other is Marshall University. For years, these two schools have had rivalries in the sports department particularly football. Due to them both being fans of different teams, they chose to go to opposite schools. My brother is going to West Virginia University, while my sister has chose Marshall University to be her collegiate home. This is just humorous to me how the twins chose where they wanted to spend their college years. I remember when I was choosing a undergraduate institution my main concerns were the academic standards of the school and which ones offered me the best scholarships. Sports was not involved in this decision at all. I guess times have changed. It has been over 10 years since I graduated from college, at least undergraduate that is. I am still in graduate school. Realistically, I do not know when my school years will end. I can not wait to get out in the workforce. After all, no one enjoys homework, right?
After discussing my siblings college plans, they graciously invited me to their high school graduation in May. This made me so happy, since I had missed out already on so much of their lives. I was grinning from ear to ear at this point, and the day was only going to get better!
Soon, it was dinner time and we all sat down to eat. However, for dinner more relatives I had not seen were showing up. I got to meet my Uncle Timmy, who told me a lot about what I was like as child. Also, I got to meet my biological grandfather for the first time. I almost cried when I saw him. I saw such a resemblance between us and it made me very happy. I hate that he is in his eighties and we have lost so many years getting to know each other!
Although, he cheered me up a little by letting me know that he remembered me as a little girl and had never stopped thinking of me and my younger sister. He even told me that many anonymous gifts I received growing up were sent directly from him. I remembered the gifts and I was glad to know that this whole time my well-being was always in his mind.
Also, during dinner my sister pointed out that my brother and I looked very similar. She said while we were both watching television and had our heads turned toward its that she noticed we had the same nose and lips. Then he and I both giggled and he added that if he put on his glasses, then he and I would look like the twins instead of his actual twin sister. So this was nice to hear. There is nothing like being around people that look like you and share the same DNA. It is a moment in my life that I am sure will never be replaced.
Besides all the normal chit chat of the evening I also learned a lot about my family medical history. Both my father and I are diabetic. Also, we both suffer from cysts that normally appear on our heads. So genetically, he passed more down to me than looks. I also learned that heart disease is real bad on that side of the family. My grandmother died at 37 from a heart attack and so did an aunt. My father who will soon be 50 has already had quadruple bypass due to heart problems so my father was adamant that I get my heart checked out since I am approaching thirty and the history of such problems is so prevalent. I promised him I would do this to put him at ease.
Soon it was time for my father to go to work, so Pezmaster and I decided to head to my brothers for the night. We said goodbye to everyone with hugs and we all promised to keep in constant contact from now on. I was content knowing I had some good people to call family and it made me even more happy to know that they all loved and accepted Pezmaster unlike the family I had grew up with.
Before I continue with the rest of the weekend I would like to post a few pictures of me and my newly reunited family!
ME AND MY BIOLOGICAL DAD
ME, MY DAD, AND THE TWINS
ME AND MY BROTHER AND SISTER
ME AND MY SIBLINGS AGAIN
STAYING WITH MY BROTHER=DRAMA
SPOILERS! (Click to view)
A few minutes later, we arrived at my brothers. My niece saw our vehicle from the window of the house and immediately started screaming, "Aunt Jen Jen is here!" "Aunt Jen Jen is here!" She practically knocked me down in excitement when I walked in the door. She is only 3 so I understood she meant no harm. She just was overly excited to see her "Jen Jen." As soon as Pezmaster and I got all of our bags into the house, my brother excitedly announced he had made us dinner. It was only hamburgers and french fries, but I could hardly contain myself!
No I am no crazy, I just love my brothers cooking and missed it so much. He doesn't just cook things, he invents things. He uses tons of yummy spices and marinades and the food is ALWAYS incredibly delicious. This particular time he had marinated the hamburger in some expensive barbecue sauce before cooking it. Also, he caramelized onions to garnish them with. Of course, we had the usual toppings, but these two alone made the burger incredible. The fries where nothing special, he simply deep fried some sliced potatoes, but he knew I was overly pleased with the burgers! 
At this point, I did not think the day could get any better. Even my niece herself quoted that this was a great day simply because I was staying the night with her!
However, as much as this touched my heart, soon after dinner, things turned bad. When I say bad, I mean BAD!
Within 20 minutes, we heard the most loudest pounding on my brothers front door. At this point, he and his girlfriend were there with my niece, in addition to Pezmaster and I, and a couple of my brothers friends that he grew up with. The loud knocking completely scared the crap out of all of us. After all, it was around 9pm. Who could possibly be here at this hour and that intent on coming inside? Well, to all of our surprise it was the WEST VIRGINIA STATE POLICE! Yes, you heard me correctly-"The police!"
None of us had no idea why they were there, but my brother decided to see what they wanted. They informed my brother that there had been a child welfare check that had just reached their office. He said that my niece was fine and that they were more than welcome to check on her. He informed them that he had just fed her and that the evening had been peaceful. The rest of us started to get suspicious because if this really was a child welfare check they would immediately go check on the child. They would examine them for bruises and ask them questions. However, these two cops did none of the above. They walked to my nieces room saw she was in there shrugged their shoulders and preceded to search my brothers house intensely with flashlights. I mean it was insane! They were opening drawers and cabinets and looking inside everything with flashlights. Up until this point, my brother just went along with what they were doing, but then the situation changed.
They found a pipe in my brothers screened in porch. My brother is not ashamed to admit that he smokes marijuana and does not see a problem with it. He thinks that the stigma against it is ridiculous and that it can be very useful to some people for medicinal purposes. Pezmaster and I agree with him and will admit to anyone that we partake occasionally. Myself being disabled I have found it be very beneficial when my pain is severe and especially since nowadays it is hard to get prescribed narcotics in the area since they are often abused or sold. Personally, I would rather be pain free than have money in my pocket, but even my doctors test me and count my pills as if where to do something illegal with them, when I would never even consider doing such a thing. I am completely honest with all my doctors and many of them think that it is shame that the state of West Virginia is so against the use of medicinal marijuana. I know if I lived in a state in which it is allowed, then I would definitely qualify to prescribed it for pain control.
Anyhow, back to the story. Once the cop found the pipe (which was completely clean mind you) they preceded to the living room where the rest of us were sitting and demanded that we all empty our pockets and confess if we had anything on us. I admitted that I had prescription medications with me and gladly showed them my id to prove the medication was there and belonged to me. It was humorous to me though how this process occurred. Due to having very spastic muscles as a result of my Cerebral Palsy I am on very high doses of muscle relaxers to ease the spasms that I occur in my body constantly. These spasms can be quite painful so I am always prescribed a large quantity of this particular medication so that I can live somewhat comfortably. I am also on a morphine patch for the pain I endure. Well, the cop picked up the large bottle of muscle relaxers and angrily said, "Hmmm, what is this for?" I politely informed the cop that I was disabled and he put down my bag of medication. However, the funny part is, he was only concerned with the large bottle of pills (which I remind you he had no clue was or what it was used for) and did not even ask about the morphine patches. I know from mutual friends as well as the media that many people abuse these type of patches. Apparently, they freeze them and eat the gel out of them. Why the hell would a person do such a thing? You got me. To each there own, but I only want it how and when it is prescribed.
Once the cop searched me and got absolutely nothing, Pezmaster admitted that he had some marijuana on him. Why lie about it, right? It would only make the situation worse. He also found a Vicks nasal inhaler in Pezmaster's pocket. The cop was so ignorant that he thought it was drugs too. He opened it up and sniffed the stupid menthalated medicine for a cold for like ten minutes. It literally made me want to laugh. I probably would have if the situation wasn't so serious at this point. Since they found something on both my brother and Pezmaster the cops took both my brother and Pezmaster out of the house. At this point, I was completely scared and nervous. I started throwing up and shaking. I was so scared that they were going to take Pezmaster
to jail. He does not know the area, since we live in neighboring county. He would have to call his parents and I knew that would be bad. I was worried they would kick me out and this thought terrified me since I have no where else to go at this point. I was the reason he was there in the first place, so I was blaming myself. Then I laughed for a second because I thought, "Oh lord, they are going to take him to jail and his is going to to get his one phone call and the number to his house will be busy!" You see, Pezmaster does not have call waiting on his house phone and on top of that he has a 16 year old brother that has the phone glued to his ear, so if he tried to call I was almost certain his brother would be on the phone. However, after this brief moment of silliness I commenced throwing up and waiting to see what was going to happen next.
Within a few more minutes, Pezmaster and my brother returned inside. All of us later gathered from the both of them that they were trying to get them to snitch on someone, which we all know you should never do. Pezmaster would not have been able to do it anyhow since he knew no one in that area. So both of them refused and were both written tickets for simple possession. My brother was ticked off because they threatened to make him eat his ticket if he didn't name names. Pezmaster was just glad he didn't get hauled off to jail for the night. He has never been in trouble so I am sure that is why he didn't.
Much later after all of us had calmed down, we noticed a few things. First, neither Pezmaster or my brother had to sign their ticket. So legally they can not be held accountable in court when they are supposed to go. Secondly, we realized that the cops used the child welfare excuse so they could come in and search without a warrant. In any other situation, they have to have a warrant to enter and search anyone. When they think a child is in danger, they do not have to follow this protocol. My brother has never done anything in front of his daughter. This includes smoking, cussing, you name it. That is just wrong. Somethings you do not involve children in and this type of thing is one of them. My brother and I grew up with a hippie father who smoke marijuana regularly, but we were never aware of it or saw it. In fact, we had no idea he even did it until we were 16 and 17 years old. Growing up our parents we open with us about drugs and the danger some of them can cause. They wanted us to experience them, if we chose to, in a safe environment with them, than be out on the streets. I never experimented with marijuana until I was in my twenties so I think their parenting rationale was somewhat effective. To each their own I suppose because now my parents are on drugs real bad and I see why certain ones should be avoided. I do not have a problem with them until they start effecting your daily lives. For example, you stop working due to addiction, you start stealing to support your habit, or you start abusing and or neglecting the ones you love because the drugs have become more important. All of which is has occurred and is still occurring with my parents and the main reason I chose to come live with Pezmaster
So basically, we think the whole thing was a setup. There are a lot of people in that are that are into far worse things than marijuana, we figured that some big time dealer got caught and wanted the heat off of them, so they mentioned my brother to avoid getting into any trouble themselves. It is painfully aware to everyone that in this state once you snitch you get off the hook, but snitching could get you killed in some cases. There are some crazy people in this world.
It was hours later before we all calmed down and eventually decided to call it night. The next morning Pezmaster and I were quite nervous about going home. We knew we had to tell his parents and even though we are both of age, we are still under their roof. We had no idea how they were going to react.
Before leaving Charleston however, we decided to go to a birthday party with my niece. That took our mind off of the night before and made the drive home a little easier to think about.
Once we returned home though, everything went over smoothly. Pezmaster's parents were not angry and all and just told their son to do the responsible thing and take care of the ticket. So I guess all things consider things could be worse. The weekend had its ups and down. Needless to say I do not want to visit home for a long time. I do not need anymore excitement like this for while!
A few minutes later, we arrived at my brothers. My niece saw our vehicle from the window of the house and immediately started screaming, "Aunt Jen Jen is here!" "Aunt Jen Jen is here!" She practically knocked me down in excitement when I walked in the door. She is only 3 so I understood she meant no harm. She just was overly excited to see her "Jen Jen." As soon as Pezmaster and I got all of our bags into the house, my brother excitedly announced he had made us dinner. It was only hamburgers and french fries, but I could hardly contain myself!
No I am no crazy, I just love my brothers cooking and missed it so much. He doesn't just cook things, he invents things. He uses tons of yummy spices and marinades and the food is ALWAYS incredibly delicious. This particular time he had marinated the hamburger in some expensive barbecue sauce before cooking it. Also, he caramelized onions to garnish them with. Of course, we had the usual toppings, but these two alone made the burger incredible. The fries where nothing special, he simply deep fried some sliced potatoes, but he knew I was overly pleased with the burgers!
At this point, I did not think the day could get any better. Even my niece herself quoted that this was a great day simply because I was staying the night with her!
However, as much as this touched my heart, soon after dinner, things turned bad. When I say bad, I mean BAD!
Within 20 minutes, we heard the most loudest pounding on my brothers front door. At this point, he and his girlfriend were there with my niece, in addition to Pezmaster and I, and a couple of my brothers friends that he grew up with. The loud knocking completely scared the crap out of all of us. After all, it was around 9pm. Who could possibly be here at this hour and that intent on coming inside? Well, to all of our surprise it was the WEST VIRGINIA STATE POLICE! Yes, you heard me correctly-"The police!"
None of us had no idea why they were there, but my brother decided to see what they wanted. They informed my brother that there had been a child welfare check that had just reached their office. He said that my niece was fine and that they were more than welcome to check on her. He informed them that he had just fed her and that the evening had been peaceful. The rest of us started to get suspicious because if this really was a child welfare check they would immediately go check on the child. They would examine them for bruises and ask them questions. However, these two cops did none of the above. They walked to my nieces room saw she was in there shrugged their shoulders and preceded to search my brothers house intensely with flashlights. I mean it was insane! They were opening drawers and cabinets and looking inside everything with flashlights. Up until this point, my brother just went along with what they were doing, but then the situation changed.
They found a pipe in my brothers screened in porch. My brother is not ashamed to admit that he smokes marijuana and does not see a problem with it. He thinks that the stigma against it is ridiculous and that it can be very useful to some people for medicinal purposes. Pezmaster and I agree with him and will admit to anyone that we partake occasionally. Myself being disabled I have found it be very beneficial when my pain is severe and especially since nowadays it is hard to get prescribed narcotics in the area since they are often abused or sold. Personally, I would rather be pain free than have money in my pocket, but even my doctors test me and count my pills as if where to do something illegal with them, when I would never even consider doing such a thing. I am completely honest with all my doctors and many of them think that it is shame that the state of West Virginia is so against the use of medicinal marijuana. I know if I lived in a state in which it is allowed, then I would definitely qualify to prescribed it for pain control.
Anyhow, back to the story. Once the cop found the pipe (which was completely clean mind you) they preceded to the living room where the rest of us were sitting and demanded that we all empty our pockets and confess if we had anything on us. I admitted that I had prescription medications with me and gladly showed them my id to prove the medication was there and belonged to me. It was humorous to me though how this process occurred. Due to having very spastic muscles as a result of my Cerebral Palsy I am on very high doses of muscle relaxers to ease the spasms that I occur in my body constantly. These spasms can be quite painful so I am always prescribed a large quantity of this particular medication so that I can live somewhat comfortably. I am also on a morphine patch for the pain I endure. Well, the cop picked up the large bottle of muscle relaxers and angrily said, "Hmmm, what is this for?" I politely informed the cop that I was disabled and he put down my bag of medication. However, the funny part is, he was only concerned with the large bottle of pills (which I remind you he had no clue was or what it was used for) and did not even ask about the morphine patches. I know from mutual friends as well as the media that many people abuse these type of patches. Apparently, they freeze them and eat the gel out of them. Why the hell would a person do such a thing?
You got me. To each there own, but I only want it how and when it is prescribed.
Once the cop searched me and got absolutely nothing, Pezmaster admitted that he had some marijuana on him. Why lie about it, right? It would only make the situation worse. He also found a Vicks nasal inhaler in Pezmaster's pocket. The cop was so ignorant that he thought it was drugs too. He opened it up and sniffed the stupid menthalated medicine for a cold for like ten minutes. It literally made me want to laugh. I probably would have if the situation wasn't so serious at this point. Since they found something on both my brother and Pezmaster the cops took both my brother and Pezmaster out of the house. At this point, I was completely scared and nervous. I started throwing up and shaking. I was so scared that they were going to take Pezmaster
to jail. He does not know the area, since we live in neighboring county. He would have to call his parents and I knew that would be bad. I was worried they would kick me out and this thought terrified me since I have no where else to go at this point. I was the reason he was there in the first place, so I was blaming myself. Then I laughed for a second because I thought, "Oh lord, they are going to take him to jail and his is going to to get his one phone call and the number to his house will be busy!" You see, Pezmaster does not have call waiting on his house phone and on top of that he has a 16 year old brother that has the phone glued to his ear, so if he tried to call I was almost certain his brother would be on the phone. However, after this brief moment of silliness I commenced throwing up and waiting to see what was going to happen next.
Within a few more minutes, Pezmaster and my brother returned inside. All of us later gathered from the both of them that they were trying to get them to snitch on someone, which we all know you should never do. Pezmaster would not have been able to do it anyhow since he knew no one in that area. So both of them refused and were both written tickets for simple possession. My brother was ticked off because they threatened to make him eat his ticket if he didn't name names. Pezmaster was just glad he didn't get hauled off to jail for the night. He has never been in trouble so I am sure that is why he didn't.
Much later after all of us had calmed down, we noticed a few things. First, neither Pezmaster or my brother had to sign their ticket. So legally they can not be held accountable in court when they are supposed to go. Secondly, we realized that the cops used the child welfare excuse so they could come in and search without a warrant. In any other situation, they have to have a warrant to enter and search anyone. When they think a child is in danger, they do not have to follow this protocol. My brother has never done anything in front of his daughter. This includes smoking, cussing, you name it. That is just wrong. Somethings you do not involve children in and this type of thing is one of them. My brother and I grew up with a hippie father who smoke marijuana regularly, but we were never aware of it or saw it. In fact, we had no idea he even did it until we were 16 and 17 years old. Growing up our parents we open with us about drugs and the danger some of them can cause. They wanted us to experience them, if we chose to, in a safe environment with them, than be out on the streets. I never experimented with marijuana until I was in my twenties so I think their parenting rationale was somewhat effective. To each their own I suppose because now my parents are on drugs real bad and I see why certain ones should be avoided. I do not have a problem with them until they start effecting your daily lives. For example, you stop working due to addiction, you start stealing to support your habit, or you start abusing and or neglecting the ones you love because the drugs have become more important. All of which is has occurred and is still occurring with my parents and the main reason I chose to come live with Pezmaster
So basically, we think the whole thing was a setup. There are a lot of people in that are that are into far worse things than marijuana, we figured that some big time dealer got caught and wanted the heat off of them, so they mentioned my brother to avoid getting into any trouble themselves. It is painfully aware to everyone that in this state once you snitch you get off the hook, but snitching could get you killed in some cases. There are some crazy people in this world.
It was hours later before we all calmed down and eventually decided to call it night. The next morning Pezmaster and I were quite nervous about going home. We knew we had to tell his parents and even though we are both of age, we are still under their roof. We had no idea how they were going to react.
Before leaving Charleston however, we decided to go to a birthday party with my niece. That took our mind off of the night before and made the drive home a little easier to think about.
Once we returned home though, everything went over smoothly.
Pezmaster's parents were not angry and all and just told their son to do the responsible thing and take care of the ticket. So I guess all things consider things could be worse. The weekend had its ups and down. Needless to say I do not want to visit home for a long time. I do not need anymore excitement like this for while!
Oh and since I posted pictures earlier, I thought I would post my favorite picture that I took over the weekend. It did not even require me leaving the house. The picture is me and my kitty Baka. Baka is stupid in Japanese. He got the name because when he was real little he fell in the basement and had to be rescued by Pezmaster and ever since he still does things that we consider "stupid" Baka is completely black and short with no tail. Unfortunately due to poor camera taking abilities you are unable to see that he doesn't have a tail.
ME AND BAKA
VIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
sexysteve:
Hi cool blog your family looks good together and happy. If you don't feel the police has reasonable grounds then dispute it! But if they smell booze might be enough reason in it's self, not sure 
bradley:
You're truly beyond epic. I cannot even begin to tell you how much you have helped me and how much perspective on things. Thank you so much for sharing with me.