Still Life

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!