Agnes Street

Me & Me Familia

When i ask people to come over I usually ask them to come over to my house- you know the old brick building in Hollywood. However, it has become increasingly aware that my home is still located on Agnes Street. I have spent the last seven days here with my mother who threw out her knee while line dancing at a charity event- apparently the West is still wild. With her unable to drive I have become her driver which actually has allowed for us to spend time together. During this time I have been on the phone with friends and family and when asked where I was I referred to myself as being home. 'Oh, do you want to go do something?' friends would ask, my reply was no, I mean I'm home as in at my parents house. I dont know at what point in my life I will stop referring to this house as my home. I did grow up here however I have been living on my own since 19, yup 15 years. almost half of my life.

When the earthquake occurred yesterday I was taking a nap- working graveyard leaves me napping often- upstairs in my old room. I immediately jumped into the doorway as I watched the walls turn to jello. However its not the earthquake I found most interesting, rather it was the memories that this event triggered. I could remember standing in the doorway in prior quakes with my sisters and shouting out to family downstairs who dove under the table for safety. This time when the shaking stopped it was I who checked on my mom. However, as I went downstairs to check on my mom something weird happened. While running down those stairs I felt like that little girl again. It was very surreal.

Interestingly enough I have 7,523 photos in my iphoto library and none of those are pictures of this house. Remember old time photos with families standing on lawns with their houses boldly behind them, I have none. I think this house will always be my 'home'. It also made me realize how fortunate I am to still have access to this house and that my family still gathers here on holidays. My best friend recently lost his home, by lost I mean it was demolished, obliterated, existing no more due to relocation by the city. I felt for him as he was forced to not only move personal belongings that had been gathered there for three decades, I felt for him as he lost his 'home'. I realize how fortunate I am to have my own dwelling, however I am so much more fortunate that I can still go 'home'.

May I introduce Sin Sevile...

Sin has been a long time friend of mine and I was so pleased she decided to work with me. She is simply intelligent, caring, and most of all fun to be around. I haven't seen as much of her lately as I would like however hopefully this will change.



She is the newest chubbypigeon model and I love her!!!!!



yay!

There's been a lot of farting...and a lot of love

This is the last post I will write, why, because I am going to pawn my mac and buy a home in the middle of nowhere.

Amy and I finished up in Utah with Arches National Park, stunning. By far the best sunsets on this journey. We also hiked a bit through the park, in the 101 degree weather; however we mostly drove through and took some pictures.


Judas!

Today we awoke again in Colorado and proudly rode the Durango Silverton train. It was like ten bucks when we rode as kids, now we both paid 75 bucks; nostalgia does not come cheaply to these parts. However worth every cent!





The train runs through valleys only accessible to crazy rafters or by train. It was like a piece of time that man forget to rape, truly untouched. Amy and I had a blast on the train and arrived in Silverton with a slight buzz to hit up all the old saloons we could in the one and half break before the turn around trip.





We are now sittin at the fireside and remembering all the stupid and awesome things we have done on this trip. Tomorrow we head to the grand canyon after passing through four corners to do more of those stupid things. Then we will be home on friday. We have developed esp and it is kinda scary how in sync we have become. Its like we 'finish each others sandwiches'. I will miss her when I get home. Bye Amy and bye Nogales.

She spent some time tonight counting up her spoons and she has 18. My snow globes are all over the car and quite frankly I am too tired to find them all and see how many I have. To the last couple nights I say, drink up sister, I love you!

-rebs