Our House - work in progress

Dad lends his expertise- Mom photos!


Alex gets serious on the ceiling!


'master bedroom'


'guest room/ opium den'

It was so nice of mom and dad to come up and help us paint, I still have a lot to learn from my dad and look forward to him retiring so he can spend more time teaching me all he knows. Thanks guys for the help!

Spot Lights of the Week

Two events to note-

The first is Monkey College!!!



On Monday night I met Monk after work to go to his first art gallery showing. Although he is in school for culinary arts it is true he is still as dedicated as ever to building robots and has recently reconnected to sculpey in order to fashion his objects. When LA Trade Tech college opened up its art gallery to students he submitted his two newest creations!


This one entitled 'Self Portrait'

and this one


'Obispo Avisba'

Cool huh? I was just pleased that he put his work out there for other people to see and that is he being active in school, all of which are giant changes in his life. Many times, as like myself with hats, he creates awesome creatures and then what? He likes them too much to part with them so they go on a shelf and collect dust- this time he took a chance and put them on display...
Yay Monkey!!!!!! Also I feel it worthy to note that last night while watching Jeopardy he knew an answer to a math equation, it was AMAZING!!! He also has an A in his math class. Yup, I know I sound old but who cares. I think it's neat!

The other event was one week ago when I joined with a co-worker to pass out Department of Mental Health literature and also support the cause and walk at the annual 2009 Homewalk!



Although this event seemed less attended this year than the last few I was proud and happy to have taken part in it! Thank you to my family who supported me and donated money to support the cause to end homelessness in Los Angeles!

Well thats that. Right now monkey is sitting on the floor polishing our potbelly stove for the new house and I am looking for things to do to occupy my time... so here I am! Ah Saturday night! We are laying low and staying in as we are trying to save money for the move, anticipating there will be many things to purchase so we are trying to save money!

I am off to look at antiques on craigslist!

Under the Sea

Fridays at work from 1-3 is our Healthy Lifestyles Group, in order for me to stay healthy I go on the outings too. Yesterday it was the Aquarium of the Pacific. After making sandwiches from 7am-9am, we headed out to Long Beach on the blue line and exited the last stop- ah fresh air. An outing with a group is much like an event with my entire extended family, it is full of jokes and learning how to adjust to many different personalities and worldly views. It was geat..



There was someone missing from our group- a feeling noted throughout the noted the day from me and several others who attended however it was a fondness of memories. Just breath. A very good friend of mine sent me an email that read ' just know that when you touch someone's life and they touch yours, it's the gift that keeps giving', this couldn't be more true. This work involves getting close to people, riding through life with them during their ups and downs. I am in it for long haul, like marriage for better or for worse. It is good days like this and good times I have to note in bold and etch in my mind. Life is full of odd events and things that you often cannot make sense of, however I wouldn't change mine for anothers.



It was a nice day.

J.S.

I just hung up the phone with the Los Angeles coroners office speaking with the investigator who is covering my client's case. She spoke so bluntly, matter of factly, and cold that I almost found myself getting angry. I couldn't do her job, as I am sure many people wouldn't want to do mine. J.S. was an awesome fellow- a big man with a long white beard and if he wasn't wrapped in that sarcasm or negativity that almost matched mine, I feel he could have easily been mistaken for Santa Claus.
He had lived in skid row- that dirty lonely cold and dark area of downtown that no one deserves to live in, let alone die in for years. He had been working with us for almost a decade- he and I meeting about a year ago and quickly becoming close due to the likeness in our personalities and views of the world. Distrusting, sarcastic, chain smoking, coffee drinking, shit talking man that he was, it was impossible for him not to make me laugh and also make me wonder who he was. He didn't share much personally; what events led him to become homeless wrapped in skid rows single room occupancy curse is still to me unknown.

When I was speaking to the investigator she told me he had an x-wife- one fact I knew because of what he shared about bad relationships and never wanting to let someone into his life again- though I never knew her by name or any events that happened in his marriage. The investigator also told me he has two sisters- or so history would seem based on records. I never knew of them or their existence.

In addition to these, the investigator told me he died of natural causes, clogged arteries and a fatty liver- a sigh of relief came when I understood it was natural, that no one had hurt him. She then proceeded to tell me that he also had massive bruising over his body and these and other symptoms such as the fatty liver are signs of alcoholism. I never knew him to drink. He never shared that with me. The investigator also informed me that when she questioned people who lived in his building they also reported him to be a drinker. I became quiet- listening to this lady describe someone I thought I knew- and something so common it should have come to no surprise considering where I work, but it did.

As I hung up with this woman I sat on my floor in the quiet and thought about my job. How well do I know any of my clients. I usually shy from calling them clients as it assigns a cold barcode feel to a human being however terms like member or consumer also sound equally as bad to me therefore when addressing them I call them friends. Who was this friend? How could I have missed the way he treated his isolation and depression. Every tuesday he came to my group and at some point he would always say- I just want to get home and lock the door so I can close out the world and feel safe- he told me how much he liked his apartment and how that was his comfort, safe area. But was it? Why was this man so lonely that he drank the way he did- or did he. I don't know how I wouldn't have known it. However it makes me so sad knowing this man didn't tell me, confide in me, or reach out to me. I don't know maybe he did- maybe that's what his sarcasm was for- his way of connecting to me.

I just can't get over that he died alone. If he drank it was obviously for a reason, the way alcohol affects me- there is always a reason for it. Was he lonely? I hope he knew that I, we, really cared about him. No one should ever die alone in their home, flat on floor laying there for days, until a stranger discovers them. And no one should ever die in skid row. In our group we would often talk about developing passions in life and identifying our interests, his was always watching movies and having a good cup of coffee. We made an extra pot during group and we all raised our cups to him. Two months ago I talked him into joining us on our outing to the Natural History Museum, when we all sat on the crowded bus together I looked at him and laughed, Aren't you glad you came- I asked him. He laughed and told me this was the first time he been out of skid row in years and that he was thankful however I was crazy for making him do this. We laughed.

I asked the investigator what happens if the family does not get in touch with the coroners office after they receive a notification letter - what happens to this mans body, his possessions? She told me that it would be for the office to decide however remains that are not claimed get cremated and buried in a public plot. How is this fair or right? I asked her if we could pick up the ashes in order to honor him and scatter them and she informed that it is something kin can only do unless we petition the court.

I don't know what stance the county takes on this. I hope someone comes forward to claim his remains, I hope some part of his family that was unknown to us comes forward and cries when they learn he is gone. I wonder what he was like as a child, what he looked like when he was six, and why his life turned out the way it did.

Much has happened in a week.

Last weekend began with me turning in what I hope is my last rent payment EVER! Believe it or not I sort of got nostalgic. It is no surprise I love this apartment with it's old paned windows and exposed brick walls, it has been a magical place for me these last fourteen years. However it doesn't take much for me to know that in this time I have also paid over $117,000 and have nothing to show for it. Yay fat cat landlords.





So Monk and I decided to pack a lunch and head up to our alcove in Barnsdall park, we wanted one more chance to walk through the park and also decided to explore some stores we had never been in before. I actually ate Indian food at the Electric Lotus and had an Indian beer called Mahatma and an appetizer of veggie samosa's - good shit! Expect my body had trouble processing the chutney I used as a garnishment, who knew?



From there we strolled down Hillhurst and ran into a small Japanese Place where we had beer and edamame, this place was cute and right across from Albertsons yet we had never noticed it.



Then we walked down Los Feliz in the setting twilight and enjoyed the buzz of our beer and the quaint houses that line my street. In addition, we discovered a gay bar that had been here all this time called The Stone on Hollywood Blvd which is a Thai bar on most nights but hosts drag shows and gogo boys on friday and saturday. Here we asked for a good thai drink and they gave us Mekhong- it tasted like a rum and whiskey combo - very strong and very choice.



I guess I never knew how much I like my neighborhood, when you take out the hipsters, overpriced coffee shops, and all the people who sit in starbucks discussing their screenplays and audition call backs it's not that bad however I am looking forward to moving to a new area.

I feel better today, after dealing with the eight car pile up on the freeway yesterday and knowing I will be without a truck for a bit sucks, however it could have been a lot worse so I will accept it for what it, another pain in my balls and financial misfortune. Monique and Fernando came up this weekend and also explored Hollywood with us, Fernando in awe of the bright lights, stars and celebs and it was cool seeing them again. Don't get to it very often however twice in the past month- this makes me happy. Thats it.

715 Nolden

It's been six months this month since Monk and I started the journey of finding our 'home'. It has been a process unlike anything I have ever been through. I am completely consumed with it. I have pretty much placed all else on the back burner in the past few months and landed focused, if not obsessed, with finding a home. I have not made one hat, shot one woman, touched my non profit business, or really talked to friends or family. Like I said obsessed. 'It's a buyers market' is pretty much what I thought when we applied for our home loan in May of this year and now I can say it has been anything but that. The slogan should have been 'It's a buyers market if you have cash in hand to buy the home in order to eliminate the competition, sit on it and flip it for profit'. You know the saying there ought to be a law, well there should be to protect first time home buyers from people buying multiple homes in order to make money. Monk and I would see homes we loved and put in our offer- day one- only to learn there were 35 other offers - most of which were conventional loan holders- which would beat us out. Lots of entering homes, looking around, visualizing decorating and having family/friends over, only to have the house gone in 60 seconds.

Behold Nolden. We first looked at this cottage- a term I have grown to understand as small- about two months ago. It had much work to be done, squatters had visited leaving holes punched in walls, graffiti all over inside and out, and was smaller in size then what we had been looking for. We re-evaluated our expectations. The house is lovely, built in 1906 and entirely from redwood, it is a small craftsman just waiting to be recognized for the beauty it used to have. We saw it and moved on it.



We are about to close escrow- all that can happen has happened and it has been one hell of a bumpy ride however when I paid my rent yesterday I took a picture of the money order as it may possibly be my last rent payment forever. The first six months will be very hard as I am going to make the monthly mortgage payments on my own, until I have paid half of the $20,000 payment Monk put down. But after May 2010 we will split everything making it quite comfortable. It has two rooms, yay guests!, and we are going to build a deck in the back for that all important fire pit under the sky. Dogs. We are going to get two dogs- hopefully one big one small, the memory of Poochinie always in tow however I feel it's time to adopt two more.
We went to home depot to get some ideas are going to utilize an additional construction loan to put $20,000 back into the home. We had it officially appraised and when our fixes are complete we will have about $60k in equity already, which makes me feel a whole lot safer. My cousin Brian will be meeting with us on Monday to take a look at the construction bid and inspect the house and check if prices are fair. Yay Brian! We did opt to have tin ceilings installed- pricey yes- but it will make the home ours and once again restore the victorian feel to it. We are going to take out the ugly sixties floor tiling and try to restore the original wooden floor and strip the paint down to expose the wooden base on all moldings. It, I feel will be ever so splendid.



It has been hard and now that I understand we are to close escrow and have the key in hand in about ten days I feel the relief and also the nausea of being a home owner. I have begun packing and donating so much stuff to my clients at work. Nolden has helped us re-examine all the Knic Knacs we have and I had to get rid of a lot of stuff which is good. 'If it doesn't fit in your coffin' has been a slogan I have been repeating throughout this process to remind me I don't need much. I would like apologize for anyone who reads this and wonders why I have been so distant, not returned phone calls or much less made them, but this life changing process is nearly complete. My best friends Steven and Todd also closed Escrow and are proud home owners themselves. Happily, they are living two hills over from us. These two are equally as impressive- to note that we all have arrived at the point in our lives where we are able to buy a home is so remarkable I cannot express the pride I have in my friends. I am also happy to note that this home will place us in East LA which puts me closer to two friends I never get to see and plan to see more often.

You know it's weird. I never thought I would possess the resources to own a home, much less in LA. I have really seen changes in myself in the past five years. Monk and I are doing much better- he focused on Culinary school and doing quite well and the stability we have is curious to say the least. For me, who loves to live impulsively fly by the seat of my pants and plan nothing, it has been one strange journey this growing up bit. However I feel changed for the better. I know this house will not be able to be the center of holiday family gatherings- since it won't hold us all- however I look forward to sharing this experience with all those I love- even if you may only come in one at a time.

Now it's saturday and I am off to look at estate sales for some new furniture!

My Brother

Hello folks.

I am winding down after spending the weekend with my brother and other family members at various gatherings. I have only one brother and his name is officially Andrew, though I have always referred to him as Poochie since the age of three. This visit was the first time we have hung out alone since he has been single and it was very nice for us to sit together and just chat about life. We do get to spend time together however never really alone and this weekend it was nice to just be with my brother! I am pleased he has learned he can take the Amtrak down from Oakland to visit me instead of making excuses. He arrived on Friday via subway when I got off work and Monk and I took him out to some beautiful parts of Downtown LA.


Biltmore Hotel launch pad!


Young Lovers in Love


Poochie on the go!

We landed at La Cita where it was ska punk night and he and Monk danced the entire night, a glimpse of CVI to come! Ole!


Lake Piru

On Sunday he and I went up to Lake Piru, you know for old time sake. I hadn't been there since I lost Sadie and it was sad at first, as she was my camping partner, however once we settled in it was nice. Much talk about Mocha, Sadie, and life in general. Lake Piru is the closest place to my house where one can fish and camp and actually feel out of the city. It was hot, but not too hot and we actually ended up sleeping in the sleeping bags at night. I had the delight of watching Poochie perform a 2 hour girl talk dance party for me while I sat under the stars and enjoyed the fire. I hadn't opened up the tent bag since amy and I used it last summer, last stop Grand Canyon, and amy if you read this I'll have you know I couldn't get the tent back in the bag and neither could poochie- help! I have to camp more.



We awoke at 6am to the sound of birds and squirrels fighting over what pringles we left behind the night prior and headed down to AM/PM for hot coffee before fishing.

As we turned the corner on the way down the hill into the little city we spotted a family of deer, I mean entire extended family- like twenty of them, just eating on the hillside. It was beautiful.
I have neither spoken or written about it until now.


Big Fish!



All I can say it was a very nice weekend and a much needed break. I still have no news on the offer for our house and even if our offer is accepted or declined it would be nice to know. As I sit here typing this from me moms poochie and dad are at an angel game and we are law and ordering it. It is just nice to just spend time with poochie and my family, it makes everything feel less stressful.

I like you Poochie, yes I do. To 28!

Bitter Sweet Candy and the glamour shot project

Every once once and a while I get to work with someone who gives me purpose and sort of reminds me why I started the Chubby Pigeon project. I had the pleasure of working with 'Bitter Sweet Candy' this week and the first reason I wanted to work with her was in our phone conversations she said 'well what if I show up and you think I am too fat and don't want to shoot me?'; immediately I scheduled her. Sometimes I like to think of myself as a fat glamour shots. You remember Glamour Shots- that store located in America's malls that would to sex up housewives in the 80's to give their husbands a picture in order to remind them why they were married. Who knows, it's just what I think sometimes. I have gotten several emails from girls, ladies, women-however one is defined- where they begin their email in this way - I may be too fat to photograph for your project but I would like to order a hat.
Wha wha what?



AS uncomfortable as she may have been behind the lights and camera I hope I gave her some pictures of herself that will assist in looking at herself in a new light. She appeared apprehensive, fearful, and was so tight in her body language when I positioned her that I knew she felt out of place. However I feel what I captured was stunning.



She has her own style and flare, and I absolutely adored her face. She didn't smile for any photographs, save the ones I took when she was talking to her boyfriend who was off camera trying to relax her and make her laugh. I was comforted to know she has someone in her life who adores her and treats her well.


I love love this picture because I feel I captured a bold and confident woman who is secure in her thoughts and in who she is.

We sat and chatted after the shoot and I learned many reasons why she doesn't smile much. As an abused child bouncing in and out of foster care and ending up in a violent marriage that was dangerous for her to leave, life has not been just or kind to this person. We discussed her life and I felt honored that she felt comfortable enough to come and work with me.

One of my best shoots yet.

Wieners!!!!!!!

Last night my mom dad monk and I went to Los Alamitos race track for the annual wiener dog races. Thanks amy for the recommendation!!! Although it started off crazy crowded, hot, and a bit to overwhelming for me, after the sun set we settled in and enjoyed beer and hot dogs until the last race. Everyone bet, loved, laughed, and cried! I cleared $27 and even monk who never bets enjoyed a $40 total take home!!

A must if you have never been! To see the grace and beauty of a wiener when the trumpet sounds is truly a sight to behold! Run forward, run backward, stand still, or hump the dog next to you- it truly is pure genius!

yay!

Breathe

Had to get out, even if just for one day. Monk and I went out to the Temecula Wineries on Sunday and just chilled, like a bottle of nice port pleasantly cooling in the sun. We stayed at Harrah's Rincon. I don't know just why they keep sending me free offers as I don't gamble there. In fact this time I only spent the free $35 in slot play; otherwise we sipped wine throughout the valley floor and chilled poolside to their Reggae Sunday fest. It was nice to get out and not think about work or home buying and just do nothing.



I like wine, sweet wine, high alcohol content wine, and there was plenty of it! :) Mixed with other delicious goodies.



Sometimes it is nice to just do nothing.

Uncork the Champagne!

'I'd like a hat please', a simple request written to me when this nice young lady visited my site. Meet Ms. Ruby Champagne, a burlesque performer in the Los Angeles area. Small and petite in size, yet with a bubbly personality, Ms Ruby and I met this week for photos. As it turns out she and I went to competing Catholic Schools; she Rosary and I St Josephs and attended at the same time. Small world huh? Welcome Ms. Champagne!

This week

This week at work I held my first graduation for our SCORE group... Skid row Co-Occurring Recovery and Empowerment Program. I am proud to say we had 13 graduates from all those who started. In order to graduate one had to attend nine months of a three day a week support group and complete each exercise. I am so proud! Not only do these individuals live in skid row, deal with severe mental illness, and battle homeless; they saw to it that three days out of the week they spent two hours in group. This is a big deal!!!


I learned a lot from this group and have a tremendous amount of respect for them. Much of our conversation was about how to deal with symptoms related to mental illness in a healthy way and how to develop a support system to rely on when past trauma's surface. Where once a hand reached for pills, a pipe, or a bottle, these individuals learned to rely on the support of each other to get through it. I struggle weekly through relapses however this group gave me hope that much is possible when the mind has assured itself of change!


There were tears, helping hands, and proud speeches! It went off just as planned I hope that the group released how proud I am of all their hard work and dedication to improving their lives!

I also made this hat...

one of my proudest yet! Photographing a beauty in this hat will come this week. Stand by for pictures!

Now I sit in my moms house where I came to take shelter with the air conditioner. She goes into surgery tomorrow for a hysterectomy. She will be fine, as there is no other option and I will be there waiting to take her home!
Have a good week!

Monkey's are Go! And 36!

Behold Yamashiro!

Last night I took Monkey to Yamashiro, a fine Japanese restaurant in the Hollywood Hills. He celebrated his 36 year of birth and because this last year has been very hard work for him I wanted to do something to demonstrate how I proud I am of all of his accomplishments!


Our journey began with drinks in the garden. It was also movie night so they played Ghostbusters, to celebrate their 25th birthday, on the patio as we sipped drinks and waited for our table. They had delicious Sangria with rose pedals inside the drink that made a unique yet overwhelming taste. I also tried a fruit from Hawaii, known as zapote. It sort of taste like a pear and apparently according to one charming bartender it is the new rage in Los Angeles for Martini's. I just opted for the fruit.


Once inside we enjoyed a fine cuisine of Sushi!!!!! I have recently discovered that I like unagi, eel. I got the unagi with avacado and Monkey got the sushi extravaganza, he a bit more bold and daring in taste than I. The staff were kind enough to bring him a mini birthday cake of vanilla soy bean however they failed to bang the giant gong located in the lobby when you first enter, eh. Guess the place was too classy for reenactments of Farrel's big drum and sparklers.


After dinner we strolled through the 'pagoda garden' on the restaurant grounds.

It was twilight and the weather cool. We talked about life and about how we have changed, agreeing it was for the better and explored what lies ahead. Monkey is my best friend and although at times we have been at each others throats and struggled to remain friends, I feel I am very blessed to have him in my life.

Happy Birthday Monkey!

10% Goal!

I am a Weight Watcher

I haven't written anything on here yet about my journey through outer space, otherwise known as Weight Watchers so here goes.

My dad, mom, and I joined Weight Watchers on Feb 2 because we all knew we had to get a little healthier. It's been an odd journey and I am not 100% sure how I feel about it thus far. My weight when we rang in the New Year was 267 pounds. I have been heavier, however I knew I had been lighter. My goal in joining was to feel healthier and not take so many naps. Since I have joined this program I have lost a total of 36 pounds and tonight in our weight watcher meeting I got my 10% key chain. It's kinda like AA when you celebrate your month sober and they give you a keychain trinket. I released- the weight watcher term for lost- 10 % of my starting weight. My dad is right behind me with three pounds to go for his 10% and my mom about seven pounds to go. More than anything I just enjoy the weekly weigh in's and meeting. Every Monday Night I come down to Cerritos to go to meetings with them then we sit on the couch eating ice cream and watching law and order. It's a great tradition. On a side note, I also treadmill about three times a week and am now up to jogging with the help of Michael Jackson. I never thought I would jog.

Two things that are odd to me-
1. Friends and co-workers tell me I look so good. When this happens my first reaction is - fuck, what did I look like before or why didn't you say that when I was heavier.
2.- I can see the start of my rib cage and my ribs when I lay down. Ok, not that I am Iggy Pop by any stretch of the imagination but this is a new feeling to me and one that sort of makes me nauseous. When this happens there is a spot in my brain that tells me I must be losing weight because I am sick like cancer or what not. Tonight when I got the keychain I wanted to share this with the group but I chose not to. However, after confiding with my mom she said the same thing happens to her. She explored this and came to the conclusion that it may be the result of watching her daughter die of caner and become so thin. I thought about that too.

Anyway, 10%.... Weight Watchers goal weight for someone my height, 5'11, is minimum 179 pounds. I would have no tits, not to mention at 231 I have begun wearing a push up bra at all times when I want cleavage. I like tits, ah tits and if I lose anymore of them I will feel less feminine. I will keep you posted about this journey but just wanted to share it thus far. I also now wear a size 16 dress. Fuckin weird. The weight on my drivers license reads 220, this is what I weighed in high school. I am almost there and that is FINE with me!

I am now going to have some ice cream to celebrate it!

:)

Possible things I could be doing right now..

I am sittin on my couch after a long day and an even longer shower and I am trying to get up and do something. Instead of getting up I have opted to make a list of possible things I 'could' be doing:

1. Clean my bathroom
2. Mop my kitchen floor
3. Fix my vacuum
4. Hang up or wash all the clothes on my floor
5. Put in a movie from netflix
Options are Best of Chris Farley or Spider
6. Make a hat or finish the one that is almost done
7. Make dinner
8. Or just eat something for dessert
9. Re-arrange furniture
10. Try on clothing that used to be too small
11. Look at new houses posted on redfin
12. Prepare and review bills to be paid next payday
13. Call my sister, brother, friends, or family
14. Ichat with someone
15. Clean out my jewelry box and pair up earrings
16. Look for neat free stuff on craigslist
17. Make Monkey a craft for his bday
18. Put a bottle of port in my freezer to chill
19. Note Number 18 would require me to defrost my frezer first - Defrost my Freezer
20. Dust and refill snow globes to appropriate water levels
21. Sew a new skirt from fabric collecting dust behind my sewing machine
22. Treadmill with my weights
23. Begin planning my halloween costume
24. Turn on the heater or close the window- its getting cold in here
25. Take apart my coffee maker and explore why its not brewing coffee anymore
26. Go buy a new coffee maker
27. Spray off and clean all picture frames on the wall
28. Update some pictures in my frames
29. Call Kaiser and refill my prescriptions
30. Look up flights or car rental costs for CVI
31. Finish the book I am reading 'Blood Meridian'
32. Make a cup of hot chocolate

Ok. So maybe I am lazy, but I will opt to say I am bored!

Jeopardy is on now- got to go, this requires no movement whatsoever!

i like the smell of musk

You ever pop open a book in a used book store to simply smell the old. I do. You ever open a drawer in a thrift store and smell the inside. I do. I love the smell of musk. You ever get a gift from your grandmother that has sat in her closet untouched for forty years and sniff- I love it! I like old things. Anyway last night monk and I went bar hopping- ok well we only made it to 2 1/2 bars, I say 1/2 because one we walked in than out of.

The first bar, humbly pictured above is Trax located within Union Station- the 70 year old train station located in downtown la. It may be my dad's blood in me but I love this place. You can get there via the subway in a ten minute hop from my house so it seemed logical that we start drinking here; however one budlight and one stoli on the rocks ran us $17.00 which quickly ran us to the next bar!



The Biltmore Hotel built in 1923. Located on Grand and 5th it is one of Los Angeles's oldest hotels. It is also home to one of the most beautiful bars I have ever seen, and I've seen lots of bars.



As the drinking ensued we took this picture of us, I actually like it. I feel we are pretty cute, especially when we are plotting for demise.


Thats about it for now. Just made my mom and dad dinner and I am sitting here digesting as I write. The Angels game is on in the background while my mom is asleep aside me on the couch and my dad and I are discussing the days events, as he to was at Union Station today with the 3751 for National Train Day. Yes folks...Today is National Train Day!!

Good night from Cerritos!