Sunday, June 15, 2014

Suff about my dad

My father taught me how to drive.  He told me that I should always have my ID on me, no matter what.  He said that I should know how to change my own car tires (I've ignored that one.  Sorry, Dad).  He always calls me baby.  He worries about me and he asks me for advice about things internet-related, which makes me feel smart.  He wears a Nascar jacket and he loves it but he doesn't follow racing at all.  He shares his chocolate with me.  He's had the exact same haircut for my entire life.  If I wandered into the room when he was shaving, he'd splash his face with aftershave and then get me with it, too.  He called me Squirrel and my brother, Monkey.  Now he says I'm squirrely.   He gave me my love of reading.   He's supported everything I've ever done, even when he was pretty sure that it wasn't the best idea I've ever had.  In fact, it was a pretty often a terrible idea but he'd be right there, behind me all the way.  I don't think I've ever told him how much I appreciate that.

We don't agree on everything but I know what's most important - he loves me and I love him right back and that will always be true.

Happy Father's Day,  Daddy.

Friday, May 30, 2014


I'm taking a break from social media.  Mostly.  Partly.  Just one.  I'm taking a break from FaceBook.  I did it on a whim and now I find that I'm really liking it.  So much of my time and energy is wasted on that site and it's fun to look around at the real world.

We went to a Holi Festival of Colors and it was awesome.  (Info about what the festival means here)

There were so many people dancing and laughing and pelting colored dust at total strangers and it was a perfect sort of day.

This is us. 

The Adventures of D&A.

We are still in the middle of Spring and the hot, it is here.  I've been making summer dresses and fruit pies and buying killing house plants.  It's only taken ten to fifteen plant deaths for me to figure out which ones are hardier than others.  Fingers crossed that by the end of the year a few of the plants I've purchased in the last week will still be alive.
The pie making is a new thing and I'm going nuts with it.  Currently, I've got a bowl full of lemon slices soaking in sugar and juice for the lemon shaker pie I'll be making tonight.  A couple of days ago, it was a pineapple apricot pie.  Everyone I visit will get pie because I don't want to eat them, I just want to make them. 

My brother was in town for a few weeks and there were adventures - one of them was a tour of Pixar.  I met many interesting characters.
Like this guy.

And these guys.

And these two.
 A former roommate of my brother's works for the company and gave us a mini tour and I was so excited I was nearly hyperventilating.   Original art, concept designs, cereal bars, a swimming pool, screening rooms....  I want to live there.

Then there was Art and Culture at LACMA.  
This is a very arty photo that I took of David.  See how serious he is?  That's how you know that this is ART.

This is a very arty photo that David took of me.  You'd think that because my face isn't very serious, this is not art.  You are wrong.  This is art because it was taken in a museum by a Very Serious Artist and that makes it ART.

Adventure #3 was a trip to Disneyland.
David loves Disneyland.  Don't be fooled by the expression - he's got a naturally grumpy face.

See?  He loves it.

And the final adventure was a trip to someplace where they grow a lot of apples.  The name of the place escapes me.  If you know a place where there are many apples grown, that could be the place we went to on Mother's Day.  Our mother went with us. 
This is David and the car he's always wanted.  The guy behind the car who looks like my dad is my dad.  There are no apples in this photo.

There will be more activity here since I've left the Facebook.  Fingers crossed.