Casey Ontiveros: May 2009 Archives

My step-son went in for his third cutting at the dermatologist to get a mole removed that seemed to keep on growing. The placement of the mole/scar is right below the navel but about five inches above the crotch. 

It's his c-section scar. 

I was there to watch and take photos. 

It was awesome. The first one is after the removed the offending skin and this is his stomach just exposed. The yellowish stuff is stomach fat. The second image is right about when they were going to sow him up. 

To day I did something that I'm incredibly proud of doing today. It wasn't finishing an illustration or a site. Something far more complex and satisfying. There is this woman, I'm guessing maybe 22 if a day that works at the Fat Greek(turn down your volume, they have instant music that's very annoying), she's very pretty and very flirty and talkative. It makes you feel good to be there and a nice stroke to the ego when you need it. 

There I was, getting lunch. She, I don't know her name, I've never bothered to ask it, was training a new person and she, the new person commented on my wallet. It has a pigeon smoking. I said that I had to get a new one since I had ran the other one into the ground after a decade of use. I was asked how old I am. I showed them my old school license. 

I said the honest truth me being 31 and the cuter cashier turned a shade of red and had to walk to the back. Saying that she was sorry for assuming that I was her age. 

It's not a huge victory, but I'll take it where I can get it. 

You know when you're a parent when mid-way during going to the bathroom, you have your kid come barging into the bathroom having to really go pee and get up, clinching  your cheeks wobbling out of the way to let them pee for a second. Then you sit back down like nothing happened. 

Yup. Parenthood. You do the weirdest shit ever.