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playing hooky

Aside from the fact that squirting blueberries which topped my morning pancakes stained my pink “Diablita”  tee-shirt, Wednesday was a fabulous day, I must say.

 

The Old Man is supposed to have every Wednesday off, but this past Wednesday was actually his first such day off in several weeks. They are short-handed at his job place, so he has been working on his days off. Which sucks and, you know, he is too old to work so hard; but the extra money is kind of nice so neither one of us has complained much. Anyway, so since he was going to actually have the day off, we decided I would take Wednesday off as well and we would hang out with little Lily for the day.

Yes, she likes her grandpa.

 

After having breakfast and staining my clothes, The Old Man and I took Silly Lily to the beach – Crystal Cove State Park, to be exact.

 

We saw, like, five other people the entire time we were there.

Aside from the pure joy of spending the day with the cutest and funniest kid on the planet,

 

 

 

could we have picked a more gorgeous day to play hooky from work??? My God, it was lovely. Perfect temperature, too – not hot, not cold. Perfecto!

 

I am a very lucky woman, indeed.

 

a post in photos

As the weather has been notably wonderful here in So Cal the past few weeks (if we forget about those few days of horribly hot weather we had up until today), I have been out and about. And I take photos.

From Joshua Tree:

 

 

my pick of pic

Yes, I changed the picture here on my blog.

I thought a photo of me flipping off the camera was more atuned to my state of mind of late than one of me nicely smiling in to the camera while trying to raise funds for Breast Cancer research.

Plus, in truth this photo was my ode to Johnny Cash. Taken in a Johnny Cash Tribute Bar (The Mean-Eyed Cat) in Austin, Texas. And, you know...I pretty much live to give Johnny Cash his due props any time I can.

In other news, I actually had a dream last night about Heather Armstrong. Don't worry, it was a rated-G kind of dream (but still - weird...). She was visiting California, staying in a very odd mobile home, for some reason, and I took it upon myself to show her around, most notably around Laguna Beach, which she very much loved.

How many more commas could I have in the last sentence, by the way?

Next, I hope to dream about Antonia Cornwall because A) She just cracks my shit up and laughing while sleeping makes for interesting conversation with The Old Man the next morning B) She seems to live a very entertaining life (although truthfully, she may just write about it in a very entertaining manner) C) I equally love her daughter who was named Esme before I ever heard of Twilight and I swear Stephenie Meyer stole the name from her and D) She's in England. I want to go to England soon, even if only in my dreams.

I think I read too many blogs...

turn left at greenland

Wow. So it occurs to me that, aside from writing book reviews, I have not updated my blog in quite some time.

I’ve been busy, yo.

(And obviously spending all of my free time reading badly written books about vampires, werewolves and the humans who love them.)

So let’s catch up…

A couple of weekends ago, The Old Man and I spent some quality time in Sequoia National Park. It was so very lovely! There was lots and lots of snow on the ground everywhere, but the weather while we were there cooperated in a most delightful way. Here, allow me to share some photos…






We spent Saturday hiking around the park on snowshoes. It was awesome! Throughout the places we explored, ours were the only human foot prints in sight.



We went sledding (kinda...really, we sat on large pieces of colored plastic and road them down the hills).


We had a picnic in the snow:




We saw a coyote on the road:



I would show you one of the umpteen photos I took of The Old Man peeing in the woods, but he may not appreciate my exposing so much of his person through these internets…

So I shall instead show you a photo wherein The Old Man is falling on his butt:



Anyone need to make a call?

my day – january 9, 2009

The Project: Note the time when you start your day.  Then on each hour, take a photo.

This is how I spent Friday, January 9, 2009:

6:53am...the alarm clock actually went off at 6:30, but I spent the following twenty minutes laying in bed, pretending that I did not have to wake up. Then I turned on the morning news. This is the forecast for Orange County, which is where I live. 

OK, this project just started and I am already cheating by adding an extra picture. Cuz I just have to show you non-Californian's the forecast for LA County over this past weekend: 

No, your eyes do not deceive you...and yes, this is mid-January...

 

and NO you can not move here.

silly lily