Candy for Breakfast

Effexor flavored 150 mg a day.

Burning House of Love adorns a Red Sun

It was 3 ish in the afternoon when I took this pic.  My neighboring cities are on fire: Brea, Anaheim Hills respectively.  There is a lot of panic going on everywhere lately.  Most so-cal schools had an earthquake drill on Thursday.  I am hearing people talking about stocking up on food supplies and water at work. I am slightly freaked out. 

Normally, I would be well marinated in beer at this point.  But not for a week have any suds passed my Epiglottis… I must study sans hangover, sans distraction.  Not to say that I don’t look forward to a Karaoke & Sapporo filled night on my birthday.

My class ends on Dec 18th.

I am so very relieved that this class will be coming to an end.

Next class, patient care.

Cockamammy Stories and Staplers

I spend most around staplers.  While sneaking a peak at the internet.  I found this beauty by the following artist, Squatter.

 

  I am going to be Medusa for Halloween.  Thom will be “The Dude.”

Sam, almost 13 has deemed himself too old for costumes.  Aaron is going to be a Mummy.  Noah will be Lord of the Spiders.  See you at my party.

Jalapeno Peppers and Green Tea

My oldest boy’s voice is cracking like Peter Brady.  [OMG, I am really 33 years old.] He sustains life solely on hot pockets and frozen chocolate chip waffles (his choice not mine).  He is getting an A+ 100% in Algebra in the 7th grade.  He amazes me the way he makes school look like cake.

I bit into a Jalapeno pepper whole heartedly at the most esquite baby shower I’ve ever been to.  It left me red faced and in tears from the fire on my tonque and lips.  Milk is the only cure.  Just because I am 30-something doesn’t mean I have ceased doing stupid things.  Sometimes I wish it does but, then life would be boring.

I saw Beck at the Hollywood Bowl which I thought was excellent.  Thom will tell you and his guitar geeks he was not impressed.  Yes, you can take a bus from Lakewood to Hollywood Bowl for $5.  You may bring alcohol.  Yes,” bottles and cans, clap your hands, Clap your hands.”  I have related to Beck for a long time.  I don’t know how many times I insisted to anyone who listen that I had a Jazzersize shirt back in the day.  Had to be there.  My age right now is really bizarre.  When I was 14, I watched Thirtysomething  When I go to concerts and see the young hipsters I feel Grandma and wizard like at the same time.  I feel that all of this knowledge and history and I have absorbed is too much and I want to spill it all out everywhere.  Blah blah blah.  I want to have the strength to give up alcohol and meat.  I want to give up food for that matter. Eating is for pussies.  HA ha ha ha ha.

I’m tired. ‘I will tell you about the Green Tea and most embarrasing work moment in my life later.

“all life is suffering and transitory”

Something to chew on:

“Chinese Cherry Blossom

For the Chinese the cherry blossom is a very significant symbol of power. Typically it represent a feminine beauty and sexuality and often holds an idea of power or feminine dominance. Within the language of herbs and herbal lore of the Chinese the cherry blossom is often the symbol of love.

Japanese Cherry Blossom

For the Japanese the cherry blossom holds very different meaning. The cherry blossom is a very delicate flower that blooms for a very short time. For the Japanese this represents the transience of life. This concept ties in very deeply with the fundamental teachings of Buddhism that state all life is suffering and transitory. The Japanese have long held strong to the Buddhist belief of the transitory nature of life and it is very noble to not get too attached to a particular outcome or not become emotional because it will all pass in time.”

I think I want a jellyfish, tokidoki, cherry blossom or something.

Drawing it on.

And then the first zap of pain. “Holy Fuck!” I said. “Oh, that’s what it feels like,” he jabs, as he jokingly mocked my wimpy-ness”

“I’m gonna add some green,” He says.

-Photos Courtesy of Mandizzle.

Speaking of green, this weekend we took the kids to see the Incredible Hulk. And for most of Sunday the men played in the giant inflatable pool in the backyard, rocked the wii while I battled the Excel homework.

Stopping to smell the Dahlias

Some times when you leave a job unexpectedly it’s like jumping out of an airplane and wondering if your chute is going to open or not. Some people call it blind faith. Some people call it courage. Some people call it stupidity.

I have been spending my days at home with the boys and it has been swell. Noah went to the OC Fair with his friend on Tuesday. Aaron and I had a special date just the two of us at Starbucks. Sammy is growing into a tall slim preteen all of 12. He has been texting a girl! Holy Smokes! Daughter-in-laws in my futures, oh my!

Yesterday I took the kids to the Getty to see Maria Sibylla Merian & Daughters: Women of Art and Science. Yay, Women! Hooray Bugs! We had a great time wondering around the Santa Monica hillside stepping on the Travertine Blocks.

Next year two will be in Junior High, One in the Fourth Grade. They are growing up very fast.

They were a lot of crazy flowers to stop and smell.

Shock me Like an electric eel

So it’s been a week since I walked into work and my boss went all (Like Andy would say,)”Twisted Sister” on me.  I was like “

Boss?!

Anyway.  I put the job behind me last Monday.

Shocked the shit out of my co-workers.  I guess they didn’t think I had the balls.

Here’s to dignity and it’s rewards.

Zap!

Oh my appendages!

Taste like calamari when you chew on them, Yum.   Working in a doctors office has made me a tad desensitized to blood, guts, and missing parts.  Horchata and co workers and I went out to eat at nice out door establishment the last night of freedom on Tuesday.  The special was Black and Tan : Guiness and Bass for 3.75. We all ordered the  fish and chips.  Yeah, that was just what I needed. 

Last night I picked up the kids.  I only made it to Baker.  I  Almost died due to a flat tire on the freeway going 75, but I am here to blog about it.  As I imagined my body breaking in several places I was hurling toward and semi trunk screaming.  Some how I managed to get to the shoulder with out breaking the dividing barrier or slamming into anyone us.  Another gentlemen in a semi stopped to help me put the donut on the car and a police officer rolled up to see what all the trouble was about.  I was really, really, Lucky.

 I am really looking forward to this weekends Fourth of July Activities.  This has been a great Summer.

Blue Spark

Last Wednesday I met my mother-n-law with the kids at the worlds tallest thermometer. The thermometer read 108 as I rushed the kids inside Del Taco for cover from the burning soleil. “We’re across from the Alien Jerky,” I told her as we collaborated a meeting spot. The kids were anxious to get out of the car. I was anxious to get the whole drive over with since I had to work in the morning. Plus, It was our first night of freedom. What do people without kids actually do?

Wednesday night we just stayed home and rested.

Thursday I went out with the work girls to El Torito and had a delicious raspberry mojito.

Friday, dinner at Marisa’s Mexican Food followed by a quick stop into a local dive.

Saturday the heat was unbearable. We headed down for Venice Beach. I walked up and down the sidewalk with four blisters to find that our favorite spot had a line out the door with never foreseeing to seat people. We just wanted a cold beer and place to take off my shoes that were now torture devices for my feet. Damn it if i were to just wear flip-flops. The lack of pedicure dictated a loud “NO!” (Later Thom offered up his own shoes.) We finally settled at a place that had the cheapest hamburger and the most expensive pitcher. We were glad to sit some where and gaze at the ocean. Later on we went to our friend Brian’s where I had too many beers. Our landlord is flirting with the idea of selling our home. This and other pressures have made me sort of buckle emotionally.

Sunday the plan was kayaking with the jellyfish and a bbq at Thom’s co-worker’s place. The beer from the previous night made us miss the kayaking but I didn’t want to miss the bbq. Blue Sparks on the grill, smoke rising, and happy smells always make me feel good. We arrived at her cute place hidden away behind a beautiful old house that I desperately want to explore. Her place was decorated with beautifully selected low-brow art pieces with a mixture of framed vintage movie posters. I wanted to sleep and hydrate that day but our days were numbered until the kids get back. And even though the kids were gone other responsibilities were omnipresent. Cats were getting fixed to be picked up by 5pm. Monday loomed over us like a bolder ready to crush us.

So I had some vodka to kill the previous night’s pain. This hair of the dog was more like the whole dog. We had a great time and I most likely made an ass of myself and was really ill for two days afterwards. And all though I was convinced and mortified that I had humiliated Thom and co-workers alike. They convinced me otherwise. And my love for Thom has never been stronger. All of our faults and weaknesses smothered away in each other arms, in this house or any other place, we still have us. Oh and I think I have some new friends.

Sam is the Man

3 awards:

First Place Science -Individual

Second Place Super Quiz-Team

Fifth Place Over-All- Team