My sister gave me a little box of Trouble Dolls the other day. An old Guatemalan tradition of ridding yourself of worry. I can take a hint. I know I worry too much! And lately it seems to have reached the heights of waking me up from deep sleep. What's the matter you ask? Nothing really. Just all of the little things that tug at most people. But when you are as vigilant with worry as I am, its very easy to let it become more bothersome than it should be. So to sum up, I should probably just stop worrying.
And in case you were wondering, it hurts a lot more as an adult to fall down when roller skating on a side walk than it did when you were 8. But its still hilarious.
Spent an afternoon at the Getty the other day.
Not bad.
LJ had a melt down inside the museum. As I distanced myself from the screaming child I told my sister that this must be really embarrassing for her. I am such a good aunt.
They had a children's room that kept me busy for awhile. I colored a lot and read some books. No really, LJ loved it. She kept trying to steal crayons from bigger kids. Hilarious.
Also, LA is on fire, FYI. The air is smokey and heavy everywhere!
Wee ones like this can't really be bothered to stay awake while being burped. Or photographed
Proud pa
Mark has this in his living room. Its antique so wasn't killed recently. Its weird though in this PC age of animal rights to see something like this. Its like people who smoke indoors. But I like it.
Because I was in Manhattan Beach, I decided to stop by and see my old friend Patrick from Boulder at the bar he works at. Little did I know it was the worst place on Earth. Even if I was 21 I think I would have cringed at the sight of it. Its pretty much Spring Break in there every night! There was a definite air of date rape and steroids.
Anyone for a little karaoke?
Its true, we all do like to see ass and titties.
I am sure you can only imagine the white boy douche contingent. The above number was followed by two dudes singing "The Thong Song" and then drunk girls singing many, many No Doubt songs.
Nice Bermuda shorts, dude
Patrick told me he was tired of the bar and was looking for something different and I said "Like pants?"
He really is a very adorable nice boy. Next time I will take photos of his face. (ATTENTION COUGARS)
So, I am known for jumping on bandwagons late and in this case, I am about 10 years behind the times. But I recently fell in love with 'Freaks and Geeks'! I don't know why I never watched it when it was on TV. I attribute the renewed attention to the series to all of the Judd Apatow hype from the last few years. Its pretty much the best thing ever. When I was in high school, I wish I would have had a real life Bill Haverchuck to hang out with. He is so loveable and real and awkward. It will be a sad day when I get through all of the dvds.
We should probably start this post off by making sure that LJ is still cute.
Check.
I love this photo. My sister looks all bougie as if she is thinking something like "Oh where is that waiter with my water with no ice? Its so hard to get good service these days." and LJ looks like she is about to make a break for it. hoohoohoo.
I know I know. This isn't Celebrity Baby Blog. But my niece is one of those kids that everybody loves. She is like a tiny person with an hilarious personality.
So I am finally settled in my new place. And its great. With the exception of two things. One, it is WAY too close to a delicious taco truck that I eat at every day which subsequently is going to make me all rotund. And second, the neighbor I share a wall with is a DJ. A fucking techno DJ. Its like summer in Ibiza in my apartment. All of the time. I think I could handle it if the music was decent. Although the other night I came home and he was spinning Good Vibrations by Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch. Plus they are actually super nice and its obvious he is trying to keep the sound low.
Also, I watched "Help!" the other day. Its wildly enjoyable and silly. Especially since the band was smoking copious amounts of weed during the filming. Apparently they would only ever make it through half a day of filming before they would get too blazed and giggly to go on.
I love this part.
I also finally got my new bike!
I am going to call her Ali Greenburg in honor of the poor girl that was ostracized by the children of my elementary school. Someone decided she had cooties, so she was therefore constantly made fun of. Her nickname was Ali Greenbooger, and the whole situation was made even more brutal by the fact that she had been held back a grade. I was, by no means her biggest tormentor (I mean with a first name like Hariani, you endure a few digs), but I didnt rise above it all and befriend the the girl either. So this one is for you, Ali Greenburg, wherever you are.
