Easter weekend. Nothing to do with Bunnies and the resurrected Christ here. Although I did see a great program on the National Geographic channel about the Gospel of Judas. I know it pisses off a lot of SuperChristians, and that fact alone cracks me up. Anyway. The dude that played Judas in the re-enactments was really hot. Jesus was pretty cute too. Sexy Middle Eastern Hippies. The casting was superb. Two Thumbs Up.

ANYWAY. I had one of the coolest hikes EVER over the weekend (the Tepozteco in Tepoztlan, Mexico is my #1 Favorite - a beautiful mountain in a cobblestoned village about an hour outside of Mexico City - there's a pyramid at the top! And a Coke stand!) - SO my #2 Favorite is the Flat Iron at the Lost Dutchman State Park in the Superstitions. At first I wasn't terribly pleased that I had to drive to Apache Junction at 6:30 am on a Saturday morn, but 6 hours later (ACK) - I was singing a different tune.

I cannot overstate the beauty of this place. It was challenging and tiring and scary and there was much rock-climbing (not the scary kind that involves rappeling and shit) - but it was the coolest. Ever.

Flat Iron (Pride Rock, I decided on the name change) was our final destination. THAT thing right there!

Us chicks made it to the top first. Yeah. That's right, you pussy.

Okay, I haven't mocked Mojo lately. I caught him trying to fuck Teddy Bear again. He had a SeanPenn/RusselCrowe moment and tried to escape the paparazzi. Hahaha tough shit you little bastard. I'm exposing you as the perverted little asshole that you are.

I'm also exposing him as the clumsy jerk that he is, who doesn't care about other people's property. This is him jumping up on the dresser. Almost.


OH. And my sister was here over the weekend. We took a walk around the neighborhood and came accross some of the cement engravings us boy-crazy lil girls etched, back in the day.

Angel Smith loved Sly Stallone. Tramp.


Me. I was all about Superman. "Christopher Reeve is a babe".