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I'm Here!

July 30, 2013

My lack of posting does not mean that I am still in Europe! We actually made it home. I am just trying to catch up with life. I will break down the rest of the trip, but not at this instant.

I did want to mention that my beautiful cousin, Emelina, visited the US for the first time. She came by on the 26th (Mick Jagger's 70th Birthday!) with my little sister, Boobie. Her mother, my father's sister, Tia Toni, is celebrating her 80th birthday this Saturday in Merida. I ALMOST went....I was so close, but I chickened out. I have a passport and everything. I would have seen almost every one of my Ayala cousins and their kids. I'm guessing that would have been at least a hundred people. LOL!

I'm so sad I'm not going...sniff, sniff.

Anyway, here are my little sister, Boobie, Emelina and me. My cousin, Emelina, not to be confused with my sister, Emelina, were both named after my paternal grandmother. Celia Emelina and Magdalena Emelina.

Emelina

Here's Natalie, with 'El Negrote' (LOL, she called Boobie's light colored pit 'El Guerote'), Emelina, me and Boobie.

Emelina

Boobie and Eme.

Emelina

Me and Eme. Gotta love those Ayala smiles. OK, next Ayalada, I'm going to for sure!

Emelina


Food Abroad

July 21, 2013

Because I'm bored (Frankfurt was under whelming) and surprisingly hungry, I'm going to post some lovely meals we've had for your salivating pleasure. (Oh and I'm not centering the photos because I don't feel like doing it in code, which I now have to do with Dreamweaver for Mac. Grrrr.)

A really good hamburger Nic had in Paris.

Food Abroad

A lovely smoked salmon crepe I had in Paris.

Food Abroad

Best quiche EVER! Paris.

Food Abroad

They are killing me with these baguettes, slathered in lovely, sweet butter.

Food Abroad

The 'American Breakfast' in Paris. They don't believe in flipping eggs. Sunny side up all the way. The taste is acquired. Tastes like 'farm' to me. Probably because it's fresh from the farm. By the way, I need to start buying eggs from one of you gals who have chickens. My kids will no longer eat store bought eggs.

Food Abroad

O mon dieu! Croque Madame. Damn good!

Food Abroad

Genoa, port city. Best. Clams. Ever!

Food Abroad

Genoa, Italy. Best. Mozzarella. Ever!

Food Abroad

Rome. Best. Pizza. Ever!

Food Abroad

Rome. Best. New. Appetizer. Ever! Canteloupe and prosciutto (sp?) EVER!

Food Abroad

This is going to be out of order because I had to go back to Rome on my Photostream so I'm in Frankfurt at the moment. I tried Liver Dumplings and sauerkraut and mashed potatoes. YUM! Nat had the bratwurst. YUM!

Food Abroad

Nic had the fried eggs on meatloaf (totally unexpected yuminess!) with fries (YUM). YUM!

Food Abroad

My Little Honey Bunch tried the pork ribs. YUM! We asked about the apple cider, our waitress gave us a warning and a taste. BLEGH! I said that out loud. She laughed.

Food Abroad

Oh, yeah, the apple strudel. YUM!

Food Abroad

Back to France. Croque Madam. YUM!

Food Abroad

Back to Rome. Go to Memmo's! 12 anti pasta's before he brought us the menu to order the next 6 courses and then slammed down a dessert wine at the end. I am in love with Memmo's!

Food Abroad

I am going to marry Italy's mozzarella!

Food Abroad

And the perfect al dente pasta. Oh!

Food Abroad

And we can't forget the best ice cream I've ever had. A gelato in Rome. Pistachio. They had 151 flavors. I NEED to come back here.

Food Abroad

OK, I'm giving myself a heart attack. Going to finish my gin and tonic and go to snooze to get up and head home in the morning.

Sweet Dreams.


Nice and the Ghetto

July 16, 2013

I told you I would give you a Nice update so here you have it. I can do this update at 6 pm on this lovely Tuesday evening (at least I think it's Tuesday) because Nat won't leave our room in Genoa. More on that later in the post.

I also have a hundred billion photos, too many to share here so when I get home, I will upload them to my Phanfare account.

Nice was nice. We actually walked the half a mile from the train station to the hotel. Nice was not as clean as Paris and it was a lot more casual. Our hotel room was bigger, thankfully! I must say, every thing we've eaten anywhere has been the best ever! We didn't opt to go to the beach. Laying on that giant sand just didn't seem like it would be very enjoyable. Biggest sand ever.

Nice

I loved walking through the mazes of little streets with all it's hidden little treasures.

Nice

We came across this statue that appeared to have pigeons carved into his head. That's different.

Nice

But they were horses. Um yeah, that totally makes more sense.

Nice

Then Nic said it did totally make sense because it was Neptune, the Roman form of the Greek god Poseidon, who is the god of the ocean and horses. Alrighty then. Nic, put your books down and go outside and play!

By the way, we happened to be in Nice for Bastille Day, which is like their 4th of July. We were out to dinner and heard the fireworks show start. We hurriedly finished up our dinner and headed down to the water, where at least 5 million other people headed to watch the show. I caught the last part of it on my iPhone. It was SPECTACULAR!!!!!!!!! Check it out.

Monday morning we had our final breakfast in Nice and then headed to the train station to take our 'Midnight Express' (aka nightmare) train ride to Genoa.

But first, let me tell you about our evenings in the Nice bar, ordering a gin and tonic. So it's a beautiful hotel, beautiful bar with lots of lovely tables but NO people. Anyway, we sit, we wait for the ancient, only guy working, to come and take our order. Un jeen ee toneec sil vou plait. Oui oui. Then we watch as he wanders to another room, gets a tray. Goes to another location, gets a black cloth to put on the tray. Disappears into the back room and brings back two glasses with one sad ice cube and a shot of gin. Spoons ice into a bowl in case we want more than the one sad piece, I guess. Goes to the front of the hotel (maybe to the store next door) and bring bottles of tonic. Places it all on the tray. Shuffles it over to our table. Places everything from the tray onto the table. Pours our tonics into our gin. Takes the tray back. Puts away the cloth. Puts away the tray. Gulp, gulp. Escuse! Two more jeen and toneecs sil vou plait. I think he's like, "fook dees sheet". He dispenses with the tray, cloth, bowl of ice and slams down two new glasses of gin in front of us. We (or maybe just, I) am tickled by the whole thing. Um dude, there were like a million people in your city tonight and you had two people in your bar. Get a clue.

OK, so where was I? Oh, yes. The train trip from hell (which was a zillion times worse the The Train Wreck.)

Well, I posted this on Facebook on Monday (Yesterday? I have no idea.):

**NOTE TO EVERYONE: Never travel by train. Today: tram to train station in Nice. Board says our train is 5 mins late. No big deal. Finally post platform. Lug luggage down the stairs (no elevators or escalators), upstairs to platform. After several minutes, out destination city disappears. Ask attendant. This train is not going there anymore. There's another train leaving to there at 2:25. Don't know what platform. Honey Bunch goes back to main station to check the board (no boards on platform). Honey bunch gone, city gets posted to same platform. Phew. But will have missed our 1st class connection to Genoa. Decision. Take cattle car to city where we won't know our fate or bail and try to rent car. To be continued...**

All I can say is, NEVER travel by train. Worst experience ever. We were praying at every stop that people wouldn't want our seats because we had so much shit, it would have been impossible to move. It ended being OK, but since they delayed/canceled our train, MANY people were put out, especially the ones who had purchased first class seats that they didn't get because people who missed the earlier train were in them. WHAT A FUCKING FIASCO. Then, I'm sure all the people getting on the train didn't have tickets. The porter was somewhat random in his checking. I wouldn't be checking all those seedy looking dudes with the big plastic blue bags either. They were, I'm sure, scouting for whatever bags they could haul off as they were hopping on and off at each station. Ugh.

Then, we FINALLY are approaching Genoa, glad to be off of this crazy ride and all we see is ghetto. OMG, please let us land in a nice place. We get off at Genoa and the best thing is, salsa music is playing, but the seediest characters EVER. This coming from a girl from the hood. Scared, trying to hang on to our bags, walking in who knows where, Nic telling Nat that the graffiti was from the 3 worst gangs EVER, we finally see our oasis of a hotel. We check in, thank our lucky stars but unfortunately, Nat is so scared, she won't leave the room any at all.

We ended up having a nice stay, walking the streets and relaxing (me and my Little Honey Bunch, not Nat). We finally got her to venture two doors away for dinner and then there were gun shots while we were sitting there. Heavens to mergatroid.

We're off in the morning to Rome, on the train. Me and my Little Honey Bunch scouted a safe way across the street (yes, the station is across the street) so Nat shouldn't freak out too much, but I'll keep you posted. No more pics right now, my Photostream is about two days behind. To be continued from Rome...


Train Wreck

July 13, 2013

I posted this on Facebook on Friday (Today is Sunday. I think.):

**We're supposed to take the train to Nice in the morning. There was a train crash near Paris. All trains halted. You can't make this shit up. Instead of Planes, Trains and Automobiles, it's Plane crashes, train crashes and hopefully not automobile crashes. Knock on wood.**

Luckily, we made our train with no delays to our trip, caused by the train crash. There was, however, a train wreck on the train. But first, let me show you the fabulous train station.

Train Station Paris

EVERYONE seems to travel with their pets. Although this little fellow doesn't seem too happy.

Train Station Paris

Anyway, we go ahead and board the train. Let me take this opportunity to advise you to PACK LIGHTLY AND BE ABLE TO MANAGE YOUR BAGS EASILY, BY YOURSELF! We get our bags lugged up to the first class seating, stow them, look for our seats that are supposed to be together, that my Husband painstakingly reserved for us but there are people in them.

As we walk up the lady asks if we mind switching with them because they're a family. I say, "We're a family, too." My Husband says, "Where are they?" "Two over there, one over there and another over there." Not together. My Husband says, "Sure, that should be fine."

WHAT? You gave away our quad of seats with the extra leg room and the table for putting our computers and crap on and the togetherness and the crampedness that we have to endure for the next 7 hours? Whatever (I think I said that out loud). Fuming, I find my new seat which I can't fit anything into. Or at least I'm feeling sorry for myself and trying to punish my Husband for giving away our good seats and it looks like I have to ride for the 7 hours with my feet on my carry on and my knees on my chin while 'those people' are enjoying all my leg room. (Steam coming out of my ears.)

Train Ride

I try to go to sleep but the blowhard we gave our seats to is talking so loudly I can't. "I'm a lawyer and I sue Pharmaceutical companies. We're headed to Monaco from our house in Key Largo, and we had to take one of our little boats, not the yacht, up to Miami. Any my travel agent is so dumb, he couldn't even get my family seats together." (No, he didn't, did he? My Husband apparently did, though.) I'm incredulous, thinking, "I gave up my leg room for some spoiled lawyer?" AND, I don't have my favorite...A WINDOW SEAT. (More steam coming out of my ears.)

Then the freaking little kids behind me start kicking my seat!!!! IF I WAS IN MY ORIGINAL SEAT, I WOULD NOT HAVE LITTLE KIDS BEHIND ME, KICKING MY SEAT!!!! (STEAM, STEAM, STEAM!)

Oh, my Husband is going to pay for giving away my seat (Notice I'm not saying My Little Honey Bunch?).

Still 'not speaking' to him and giving up on trying to sleep and I amuse myself taking pictures of the passengers.

Train Wreck

And the French clothes dryers.

French Laundry

And the graffiti. There is graffiti along the entire line. But not very good graffiti. Motsy, you need to come to France and show them how it's done! Do you know Oracle? There's a lot of him in France.

Train Graffiti

Too many to take pictures of but I remember I have a video camera in my phone. This is the train going slow. And yes, those are the little kids running up and down the aisles. Their fathers resorted to allowing them to do this than to scream bloody murder. The running was marginally better.

Here's another longer one if you want to see more.

About 7 hours into the trip, I go over and pet my Little Honey Bunch (guess that means I'm not mad anymore). I am thinking how grateful I am that I don't have a blowhard for a husband. Although the couple, with their four girls, turned out to be somewhat entertaining. They were both attorneys and have traveled everywhere. They've met Clinton and Obama. Their Yellowstone Resort in Colorado turned David Letterman away. Jennifer Flowers is her friend. John Morgan (yes, as in JP and Sonja) is his friend. Who ARE these people called Krista and Dave? They had befriended a father and his son sitting behind them and invited them to be their guest at Yellowstone. Maybe I shouldn't have been so pissy after all? Nah...

At one point, they engage Nic in the conversation. "How old are you?" 17. "You look 23. Your sister is only 15? She looks 17. What nationality are you? I would LOVE to live in San Francisco." Then they start in on politics and legalizing and taxing Marijuana and I think, "UH, OH. Step away from the boy! Just shut up now and no one will get hurt."

No one, not even two high powered lawyers, will win an argument with Nic.

At dinner last night, my Little Honey Bunch called me out on being pissy and laughed at me for being mad for the first 5 hours of the train ride. He's right. I even missed taking pictures of the beautiful country side just outside of Paris, which, frankly, looks just like California. I couldn't think of anything to say. I just looked at him and.....he said, "Don't you dare say YO MOMA."

Guess he knows me. Nice installment to come...


Paris

July 11, 2013

Well, we made it. It's Thursday morning here in Paris although my computer is telling me it's 10:11 pm last night at home. My body hasn't matched up with local time so I'm here blogging at 7 am waiting for Nic, Nat and my Little Honey Bunch to get ready. You won't get this much detail (I heard that sigh of relief!) as the time goes on because hopefully, I won't be awake at 4:00 am again.

In any case, no buzzards came a circling. Kudos to United for having our checked bags ready to roll on our new flight as soon as we checked in. They have been fantastic through this!

I figured we'd be on the flight pattern that goes over our house and we were! See our little hood? The one that looks like a fork right above the Oakhurst greens.

Europe Trip

After almost 11 hours of flying in cattle class, we arrive! My first thought in the Paris airport was that it smelled like a toilet and I wonder if anyone in the country owns deodorant. I also wonder where the cute service doggie that boarded the plane at SFO, went to the bathroom during the trip?

I'm quite taken with all the beautiful graffiti lining the freeways all the way to the hotel. I would have taken more pictures but the driver was going about 120 MPH and I couldn't catch much. All the other folks were driving about that fast, while texting. Including the motorcyclists.

Europe Trip

We get to our hotel, Hotel De La Motte Piquet (Hotel of the Mound Stake. Huh?). It is very European, very cozy. In other words, I think my house is bigger than it and I'm sure our trailer has more square footage than our room.

Europe Trip

View from our bed.

Europe Vacation

I thought I was going to do pushups and sit ups. Um yeah. Not happening.

Europe Vacation

We do have a window that actually opens.

Europe Vacation

The first floor window is one of our rooms, the second is our other. The boys are sharing and the girls are sharing. Nat is a bathroom hog. Just saying.

Europe Vacation

And it's beautiful in the still of 4 am.

Europe Trip

This is our cozy bathroom with frosted windows that also open up. I'm pretty sure when it's dark out everyone can see every shadowy movement. Undressing, showering, wiping. Sorry. TMI. C'est la vie.

Europe Vacation

Heading out on a little walk to check out the hood and find something to eat, we catch our first glimpse of La Tour Eiffel.

Europe Vacation

But before heading over to it, we stop for a bite. Helena, our server (behind Nic) must get a kick out of us Americans. She comes to our table, "Bon jour. Oui, oue, oo, la la, Francois blah blah." The stupefied, blank look on all four of our faces actually makes her laugh. She very graciously switches to English and brings us the English menu.

Europe Trip

A very yummy and pleasant experience. Except that this is the norm and EVERY FUCKING PERSON AROUND YOU IS SMOKING! Sorry. Had to get that out. I'll just get used to it for the trip I guess.

Europe Trip

I had to calm my nerves and senses so I ask Helena for a gin and tonic. They seem to have an ice shortage but she brought me a straw!

Europe Trip

Nerves calmed, we go off in search of La Tour Eiffel. Love the city parking.

Europe Trip

Found it.

Europe Trip

Europe Trip

It's growing on me. Even the pigeons are fancier. Off to see if the boys are ready. Check back later!

Europe Trip


In Limbo

July 8, 2013

Last Saturday, we were supposed to take off to Germany, France, and Italy for a trip we have been planning for the last year. My Little Honey Bunch has been working tirelessly as travel agent, getting hotels, planes, trains, tours and automobiles set up. We were so ultra excited especially since we were going to be in a super cool first class pod on a United 747!

We head off to SFO on a gorgeous Saturday morning.

Europe Trip

All smiles on the SkyPark shuttle. (These ARE their smiles.)

Europe Trip

We wander around the International Terminal and the kids wonder why it looks like a mall. It's about 11:30 and we decide since we're in first class, we should go and take advantage of the lounge since this may be a once in a life time opportunity and we probably don't have to board our 1:00 p.m. flight until just a few minutes before departure. (Sorry about the run on sentence.)

Europe Trip

The first class lounge is pretty cushy. Very civilized. Natalie wasn't even afraid to use the bathrooms. (Yes, she picked up some of my phobias...Strange Bathroom Phobia.)

Europe Trip

It's really quite elegant. There's a lovely buffet of sandwiches, sushi, Champagne, sweets, beer and on and on. And it's all free.

Europe Trip

In fact, I kept getting flashbacks of this Eddie Murphy SNL skit. LOL!

An announcement comes on indicating that there has been an incident on one of the runways and there will definitely be delays. No one panics. Everyone just keeps drinking Champagne and eating snacks. My Little Honey Bunch goes to the restroom on on his way back catches 'the incident' on the news. HOLY CRUD! There's an airplane with it's whole top on fire! Um, 'an incident'? I think it was a little more than that! Anyhow, my Little Honey Bunch says, "Where are the buzzards?" He's referring to his buzzard luck with vacations (post here). He thinks based on what he saw on the news, we aren't going anywhere.

In addition to the Vacation Adventures I mentioned in that post, there was the time we were going to Eagle Lake and Nic's bike bounced off the bike rack and was dragged along until someone caught our attention, pointing to the back of the trailer. By then, half the handle bars had been ground off.

There was also the time we were heading home from Eagle Lake and one of the motorcycles bounced off the motorcycle trailer. I saw it in the mirror and he pulled over before there was much damage.

I didn't mention in that post that the typhoon in Tahiti was classified as the worst in the history of Tahiti. He and his 2nd wife (or was it the first?) had only bread to eat for 5 days.

He also went to India with his first wife (or was it the second?) and the Taj Mahal was closed.

He was also at the Giant's/A's game on the day of 'The Earthquake'.

I told him he should buy a lottery ticket. Or a coffin. He said he had no use for a coffin because he wanted to be in an urn or wherever. He doesn't really care after he's gone. Which begs me to mention, are your wishes known?

Anyway, back to the airport. There are several more announcements. At one point Nic said, "Did she actually just say that her update was that there was no update?" She did indeed.

There's hope at one point. They say one of the runways might open at 4:30. What's another two hours? We've already been there about three. Then shortly after that announcement comes the dreaded news. The airport is closed until further notice and they invite all of the locals to return to our homes.

We check with the United desk and they tell us that our baggage is staying on the plane and that hopefully, the plane with fly out on Sunday, same place, same time. My Little Honey Bunch had urged us to keep anything we would need overnight in our carry on bag, in case our luggage was lost. Have I ever mentioned how smart my Little Honey Bunch is?

When we leave the first class lounge back to the real world, it is chaos. People have no idea what's going on, folks are panicking, people hunkering down for the unknown duration.

At this point, we still don't realize the severity of the plane crash. All indications were that everyone had survived. So, downtrodden, sad, glum, we head back to SkyPark.

Europe Trip

Wow! Out in front, there are hoards of news vehicles and emergency vehicles!

Europe Trip

We decide we will just Ground Hog Day it and get up Sunday morning and head back. So back at the ranch, we are a little bit in limbo. We're living out of our carry on bags. There's no food in the house because I gave it all away in the last two days to Kristin and Mot. Of course there's booze. We relax in the backyard, grateful that we are 'waiting' for our flight in this fashion rather than sleeping on the airport floor like so many others had to.

Europe Trip

Somebody is really glad we're delayed.

Europe Trip

We get up Sunday morning, get dressed while my Little Honey Bunch gets on the phone to United. Then we get the bad news. The flight has been completely canceled. They are very gracious to my Little Honey Bunch, mainly because he was being gracious to them. I imagine many folks were quite irritable. In any case, our choice is to scratch Germany, and fly directly to Paris but we can't leave until Tuesday...in Economy Class or to cancel the whole trip and try to schedule it again the way we had planned.

We have decided to go, extend the end by a day and at least tour the castles in Germany. Even though it was all very disappointing, we rolled with the punches pretty well. My Little Honey Bunch got on the phone and rescheduled a bunch of tours, hotels, etc. I had to buy food for a couple of days, and socks and underwear and some toiletries. I had to reschedule my hair washing days for maximum good hair days.

Europe Trip

If all goes as planned and no buzzards come circling, we'll be on our way to Paris on Tuesday morning.

On another note, as frustrating and disappointing as this was, it's absolutely not even a blip on the radar compared to the two families who lost their 16 year old daughters in the plane crash. My heart goes out to them.

RIP Ye Mengyuan and Wang Linjia


Egg Sack

July 8, 2013

So, Large Marge's egg sack is still kind of freaking me out. Does she have to sit on it like a chicken in order for the baby spiders to survive and hatch? Should I order the execution of the egg sack? Will they hatch and come after me? "Murderer! You murdered our mother!" Will they pin me down and inject me with their venom and watch as I die a slow death and they watch in satisfaction? Also, where is the baby daddy? Does he have a red spot, too? Is he also called a Black Widow? Isn't that an oxymoron? Am I letting my imagination run away with me? Am I overacting? I'm freaking out, Jerry! Googling about to ensue.

Eggsack


Large Marge

July 6, 2013

So, I ordered the execution of Large Marge and now I'm extremely sad. She wasn't hurting anyone, right? My Little Honey Bunch carried out the execution with a can of wasp spray. It's seems to have worked. She crawled away from her egg sack, all dejected and wilted. Sniff, sniff. She wasn't there anymore today. The egg sack is sitting there all by itself. Will the new black widows still hatch?

Large Marge

Along with her execution, I ordered the execution of the large yellow guy. I was looking for signs of him and found a dead guy under this pot on my shed.

yellow spider

But as I was checking him out, this fellow was climbing around making his duplex into a triplex. Kind of scary to think that wasp spray killed a black widow but not this fellow. WHAT is this super spider?? And why does he have horns on the top of his back? Ick. (Click on picture if you dare.)

yellow spider


D7000

July 4, 2013

Murphy's Law said that my camera should break right before our trip to Europe. Murphy's Law, however, did not make me procrastinate sending it in for repairs until it was too late to get it back. That was all me. In any case, I had to get a camera so I picked up a new D7000. Don't know what I'll do with the D80 when it comes back. Probably put it up for sale, unless Nat finagles it. This is the new one. Ain't she sweet? What should I name her? Maybe Delilah.

D7000

She's pretty similar to the D80 with a few new things. She has video capability. She can take higher resolution photos and I have a 32 gig SD Card plus the 4 gig and she has two card slots, which means I can take...um...Rosy math...um...about 8,000 pictures? (I heard that groan! Pictures of being held captive with vacation slideshows come to mind?) She's delightful. Delightful Delilah. She took this fantastic picture of Large Marge.

Large Marge

She also took this fantastic picture of Bug.

Bug

Where the resolution is so great, you can count the hair follicles. And why do boys always have the pretty, long lashes?

Bug Eye

Does my remote work?

Remote

YAY! It does! My sister-in-law said about this picture, "Mike and Nic - glum. Rosy and Nat- happy and goofy. Business as usual!" LOL! I explained that they were kind of like the Grumpy Cat. They aren't really grumpy, that's just the way they look. (Click here to see Grumpy Cat.)

Remote

She also took this shot of the girls at Zumba this morning without even blurring the action!

Lana, Emely, Thayna

Zumba was so much fun this morning. Lana (left) joins her daughters, Emely (middle) and Thayna for a routine. SO CUTE! By the way, Thayna (right) is 5 months pregnant! You can barely see the baby! Emely and Thayna tag teamed the class so the energy stayed really high through the whole class. I'm going to have to find me a posse. It's so much more fun when you have a team!

Here's a photo Emely took of the class. See me?

4th of July Zumba

Have a safe and happy holiday! Off to make burger patties and play with my 99 cent app, iTranslate. I have mastered the most important phrases in all three countries: Ein gin tonic, bitte. Un gin tonic, s'il vous plait. Un gin tonic, per favore.


Happy July!

July 2, 2013

Oof. A day late. Sorry. What the heck is up with my header? You'll see!

In other non-related news, I was having a tremendous hair day (Wen!), which never happens. Unfortunately, I was having my usual can't work my camera day, too. Oof. You might get the picture.

Good Hair Day

Good Hair Day

Good Hair Day

Good Hair Day

Oh well, c'est la vie!

Remember my whole not drinking experiment? (Posts here.) Just to let you know the final outcome...I actually didn't have the drink on Thursday. I waited until my Little Honey Bunch got home on Friday. Friday morning I weighed in and was up 1.5 pounds (grrrr). Then Friday night, we had our usual, Chardonnay, two gin and tonics and red wine chasers. Saturday morning I weighed in at 2 pounds LESS. Go freaking figure. Yes, yes, NOT drinking is overrated. Salud! My first glass of alcohol on Friday.

Chardonnay

Ahhhh. C'est la vie!

And a very Happy Birthday to my fellow Zumbini, Tammy! Had a lovely dinner at La Mordida and then headed back to Adrienne's for cake and presents. We missed you Mia and Lupita!

Tammy's Birthday

Adrienne's friend made these giant, yummy cakes!

Tammy's Birthday

Um yeah. I was wearing platforms. Someone send me a pic with Cynthia! I need my camera and remote back.

Tammy's Birthday

And another blow your mind, small world moment (original post here), Tammy remembers being in a fight on the Main on 23rd Avenue with a couple of Berkeley Girls...LOL. Jessica Batres and Felicia Casteneda...my sister's age/friends but, wow. Small world.

I was elated for all my gay friends who can now legally marry in California! What a wonderful thing to have happened just before the Gay Pride Parade! Natalie and some of her friends went to help celebrate. She said it was awesome, especially the Drag Queens. I love Drag Queens.!

Gay Pride

Whoa, dang. Maybe I should have been a gay man.

Gay Pride

More unrelated news, there was a 500 acre fire that shut down Kirker Pass yesterday. There were still hot spots this morning and the fire fighters out in full force. THANK YOU!

Fire on Kirker

Abruptly yours, the end. Going to watch with my Little Honey Bunch.


 

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The website of a very talented artist who happens to be my son.

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This is my nieces blog. She's cute: http://temptationofliving.tumblr.com/rosystraka.com needs a facelift and makeover. I'll be working on that, too.


Nerd

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