Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
See that glob of lemony goodness? I considered licking it off but I do have some self control (plus I didn't want anyone to catch me doing it).
Friday, February 22, 2008
At 3:58 I had my first one and at 4:19 I had my last. I have forgotten how painful they can be. I also thought God might be getting a bit of a chuckle, and, after all my laughing at friends who get hiccups decided I was going to end up like those people you see on TV that have had hiccups for 16 years nonstop, then one day I'll be going about my business and Oprah or Ellen will call and be like, "So, you've had hiccups for 16 years, tell us what that's like." and I at my most eloquent will say something like, "it sucks". I'll never be able to show my face in public because of the embarassment of saying "it sucks" on tv.
But, alas, they only lasted for 21 minutes.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
I'm now having to actually pay the IRS even more of my hard earned money...it's bad enough that they take almost 20% of everything, now they want more. I do realize that in the grand scheme of life here on earth my minor tax glitch is unimportant, but gosh darnit, it pisses me off!
I think I'll go live in a commune. They don't pay taxes do they?
Friday, February 15, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
I’m surrounded by babies!!! My friends and I are at the age when babies start popping out like gumballs from a gumball machine. Every time I turn around someone else is pregnant. While I’m all for propagating the species, I just don’t seem to have the gene that says “Hey there lady, tick tock tick tock, get yourself knocked up already!!” I have the opposite gene, the one that says “Babies?! We don’t need no stinkin’ babies!!!” Don’t get me wrong…I love babies and children in general, I ooh and ahh over them as much as the next woman. In fact, I love acting as interim aunt or babysitter while in my friends’ company but that doesn’t mean I gotta have one of my own.
So, here’s the run down. In the last 2 years there have been 8 babies born within my circle of friends and/or co-workers. That seems like a lot to me…maybe because heretofore (I love that word) there have been none.
I dunno, maybe one day I’ll wake up and all of a sudden need to have one of my own and will rush out and make an appointment at the nearest sperm bank (beats trolling the bars for “donors”). But until that day comes I’m a most willing babysitter.
This is April with little W. Whom I refer to as little peanut.
Monday, February 11, 2008
I am eternally grateful, however, that he runs and hides in any small crack or crevice instead of barking like a crazy dog. Now, get him around other dogs and he doesn't act afraid. He doesn't socialize but at least he doesn't cower...cuz he's macho like that.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
This our lovely Union Station...to save gas we took the train in. (It looks as it's about to get hit by a meteor in this pic....watch out everybody - the sky is falling!!)
Olvera Street vendors...muy gangas!
Here's my lovely sister, April, in front of the Japanese Village marker.
Why so angry little doll?
These lamps were also in I Love Boba. They kinda remind me of that hat that Phyllis Diller used to wear so I had to take a pic.
This sign shows all our sister cities throughout the world. I've never heard of half of them and only been to one. Behind the sign is our city hall building. Though not the tallest in the city by far, it's probably the most recognized.
This is our brand new CalTrans building. If you love modern architecture (and I do) this building is impressive but not as visually striking as...
The Walt Disney Concert Hall. Frank Gehry is my hero.
After our trek past modern mile, we ended up in China Town where they were having their Chinese New Year Festival. We made it in time to catch the very end of the parade.
One of the floats...I don't know who these people are but we waved at them anyway.
This was the last float in the parade...the princesses.
We ended the day and had dinner back on Olvera St. (this is actually the street that runs parallel to it).
This is the Mission Nuestra Senora Reina de Los Angeles across from Olvera St.
And here we are on the train to go back home (that's my foot in the reflection) after a very long but fun day.
Friday, February 8, 2008
I love Fridays!!! I get off of work at 11am and have the rest of the day to do whatever tickles my fancy. Today my fancy said to a) pay bills and 2) play with the Bub outside in the sun. So, after his appointment with Connie, our groomer we played a little fetch and did some sunbathing. We were both happy as little clams.
Here's my little Bub fresh from the groomer. He's absolutely giddy about being in the sun (and away from the torture master, as we refer to our groomer).
He looks a little high in this one hee hee.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
The trepidation comes from one thing and one thing only...as a woman we're taught that this holiday should never be spent without a date and many of my single female friends believe this wholeheartedly. So most of my February is spent consoling and cajoling said friends trying to share my philosophy of single aint so bad. In the past I've thrown Valentine's Day parties for the singles or given little gifts to them to remind them that just because they're dateless on that particular nite they're not alone. And while I know the value of a romantic relationship I also know that strong friendships can fill in if you let them.
So here's my postulation on the whole Valentine's Day thing...Since there is no day that celebrates the joys of singlehood why let the doubles have all the fun? Being single has never been easier than it is today so celebrate it!! If you're single and happy about it throw a bash and do it on Valentine's Day. Make it a "Thank God I've Dodged That Bullet" party or whatever you want to make it but celebrate it and celebrate it loudly. Let all those who feel a dateless V-Day is a shame know that that stigma is for wussies!!