Oh the joy! Dylan is two years old today.

We celebrated by working out on the bongo board this morning and then we headed down to the beach to practice our Gorkin flips. He is so cute! And boy, has he grown. I am so grateful to have him back after the awful time I went through last fall even if there is some doubt in my mind now about whether Clay is his real father. I thank God for my lawyer. The state had to give Dylan back to me after all the prostitution charges were completely dropped.

When the San-O beach chalet job fell through and the deviants on alt.surfing started to impersonate my late, dearly beloved Clay I think I started to lose it. Those damn NW onshore winds didn't help either.

You know, it's ironic how I started my turn around with Mike's completely inadvertent help, after all that happened with the bikers after his party last Labor Day. After the arrests and losing my job at the cafe in Noyo I couldn't even afford rent on the trailer. When they took Dylan away and I had to crash in his in-laws camper I thought it was the end. It turned out I was in just the right place to meet up with my salvation: his wifes attorney. They were extremely interested in what I had to say at the deposition.

They have really taken care of me and being able to spend these last few months charging the winter swells has made me a stronger woman.

I now realize I had been living in a dream world. Of course my memory is still a little hazy as to all the things that were going on in the summer of '01, especially stuff that occurred later in the evenings. We were all partying pretty hard that year. The nice lady at children's services has explained to me how paternity tests work and how I may be eligible for TWO years back payments in child support! I have noticed that Dylan has some pretty heavy peach fuzz on his chin but I'm pretty sure I didn't meet Keener till Labor Day '01. I know for sure that I was hanging with Sully before then even if he pretended otherwise to his wife. I'm going to subpoena them all anyway, just to be sure!

This money will be just the nest egg I need to finance a move to L.A. and get an agent. I hear they are making a new Gidget movie and I figure that being a hot multiracial woman who surfs will make me a shoe-in for a big part.

On another note, I was down in San Francisco on Montgomery street recently to see my attorney about getting the paternity subpoenas served (so many!). Afterwards I decided to swing by O.B. to check out the waves. I though a spotted a strange but somehow familiar figure sitting up against the seawall at Kelly's holding a blank sketchpad. It was Eric Burch! I didn't recognize him at first since he was wearing a beret and sporting a goatee which actually makes him look more ratlike than ever. I haven't seen him for awhile because I've been spending a lot of time in the water and that's one place you surely won't run into Eric.

He told me he was in SF studying how to be an artist and that he now owned a cat. Poor soul. I guess his web magazine publishing career didn't pan out. I'm not at all surprised, since I've never understood what .pdf files had to do with the web anyway.

Thank God the Navy psych tests flagged him in time. If we had sent him to fight Saddam we might all be speaking Arabic by now.

Happy birthday!

I guess it helped knowing the county Sheriff that came to the party. You didn't charge him!

It was an awesome story, Kira. Did you know that the attorney is peddling it to Fox as a reality show? They're calling it Survivor Trailer Park.

I thought all you asioids could kegel break a tongue depressor in half! now THAT'S strong.

Yep, when you got drunk you told us all about it. What was this game again called White Horse Stud? I knew what you were supposed to be doing but couldn't figure out how the guys who weren't getting serviced had a chance to win the whole pot....

'a fine thing, a supeenie....' ( I love that Wilford Brimley line from Absence of Malice)

I can't speak for Keenster. But when you and I played billiards, I'd been gelded for a number of years already, and besides, you can't get preggars through that orifice anyways....

But of course, I'll deny it anyway.

Check again with the bride's attorney. He might have a consulting job for you on the TV series.

Better get a dna sample from Eric as well, at least if the stories I heard from you had any truth in it.

I thought that was the official language of the White Hose already.

'got to love a government that stays bought' (Prince Bandar - Saudi Arabia) [well, I made that up, but he shoulda said it]

Sully Sez...

Truly a good flick.

7 grain bagel crumbs and prune jam allover the screen on that one Sul.

strike two. Another blank shooter. Must be the 'water' in lake county.