EdgeofGloria

I ate at the fried veggie booth in Junk Food Alley. Unfortunately, I think I got food poisoning, because I threw up at work the next day.

Its that time of year again! Which one did I indulge in? Write your choice in a comment!

I didn't have the perfect childhood, but it sure seemed that way. I was happy, I had friends, and I almost got everything I asked for. I think part of that was because I had juvenile rheumatoid arthritis, and if my mother couldn't cure it, she would make sure I got almost everything I wanted. I never got the horse, or the extra bathroom (my brother took three showers a day) or the answering machine for the phone, but I did get horseback riding lessons and new designer jeans and a phone for my room.  I remember occasional trips out to Southtown Mall. I remember hanging out in the WGL studios with my dad when he taped his radio show. I remember my mom taking me to Shoaff Park. The Blizzard of 1978. I was homeschooled that year, so I think I had extra time to play in the snow.  My brother put a damper on things, but I remember adults liking me because I was so outgoing. They couldn't believe this chatty little girl who had no shyness in talking to adults. That a...

It stopped raining for a few hours! I went down to TRF early in the day to meet up with a former co-worker who came back to the U.S. to visit with his family. He wanted to eat at Junk Food Alley, so we hung out for a bit and talked. I think I might hang out with him again tonight, to get my karaoke on. Anyway, here are today's shots. Is "strangling the smurf" a thing? Or am I just imagining it? What's better than giant hamster balls on land? Giant hamster balls on water! Professionally painted, professionally misspelled. The only dog I've seen at TRF so far. This summer's footwear trend for women? Gladiator sandals. These almost look like leg braces. A more moderate example. The look on this pink dolphin's face makes me think she knows she's going to be accidentally killed for tuna. Cosby, you really didn't rape those women, did you? Did you?   Little Orphan (pair of) Sandals. More gladi...

This is the second time I've been in a helicopter. The first time was in Las Vegas. I've never seen my city from a helicopter before, so I bought a helicopter ride and filmed it.

I had an unexpected Saturday off. I could have attended the Everclear/Fuel concert, but I chose not to. I really like Everclear and Fuel, and there were a couple of other bands playing, but I was afraid I'd start crying during "I Will Buy You A New Life" and "Take a Picture." The 90s weren't perfect, but I had a pretty good time. I had a family who loved me. I had a job I liked. I had time to have fun with friends. My whole life seemed ahead of me and there was plenty of time to figure things out. Hearing these songs would trigger emotions that I really didn't want to deal with. I've done enough crying this past month, so I decided to have some fun. I did, however, take in the Lawton Park Flea Market. The candlesticks are pretty much standard flea market fare, but that wooden dildo-looking thing on the left??? That definitely caught my eye. That's racist! The first adult in a wagon picture this year! I love that kid...

Three Rivers Festival is upon us again. I ended up going to the Loverboy concert, and I wondered why, because it wasn't like I was a huge Loverboy fan back in the day. I guess I thought it might be a good way to reconnect with my high school classmates. What I realized is that I'm not good when it comes to groups of people I barely know. It was nice that a good friend of mine was there, but she had to work early and ended up leaving before Loverboy played their two best known hits. I felt kind of bad about that. I wish I'd known Steve Miller was going to be in town, or else I never would have gone to Loverboy. Steve Miller was part of my childhood soundtrack, but oh well. On with the show! My appetite has been way off recently, and I'm starting to feel guilty about eating meat. I'm also getting paranoid about eating meat, because it seems like every few weeks, there's some sort of recall. I've gone a week without meat, and haven't keeled...

Here are some more pictures from my last night at the festival. I am not sure if I will get down to the festival Saturday. I put in an 11-hour day Friday, and I'm pretty tired. I may go down for one last time during the afternoon. We'll see. Anyway, on with the show! When I saw this, I was immediately reminded of the consistency of my shit after treating myself to Food Alley. She's probably not drunk, but she does look drunk, doesn't she? After days of single shoes, here's a pair. Never mind that they look like they've been pooped out of one of the animals at the petting zoo--or pooped out by a ride operator. Chicago Bucket Boy and AirGuitar Balloon Man should be in a band together. This would make a fun gif. One shot he's good... the next shot he's off. Ankle-length shorts? Come ON! Props to his buddy for having shorter shorts, but geez. Why not just wear pants for God's sake? Like that leg on the right si...