Saturday, November 16, 2002

Pictures for my parents

Happy Friday!

Lots of things to be happy about, but most importantly was my friend in NY understanding and appreciating the significance of a temporary Target opening. A boat! How cool is that? She has promised to go for me. (Shhh, if she lies I'll still be happy!)

No fires, gas leaks, or flat tires today. In fact, my new seat did wonders for my rear, adjusting my seat height made me zoom around the track, and yes, I enjoyed yet another fire (contained in a fireplace) this evening. After driving over to Lake Murray (way nicer than dealing with car noise in your face) we stopped at an In-n-out. I know it defeats the pupose of exercise, but damn, they're good.

Once at home we cleaned like super freaks. The back porch is clean. Furniture has been juggled about the house and things look spiffy. Lately I've been playing the Martha role and baking like a fiend. Not sure why since i've never been one to cook anything without a box. But yet, my brownies and pies mysteriously disappear. ANd I've been pre-booked to cook brownies for Caylin next week. Har.

The following is for my momma and poppa. Pictures of the kiddies:
Charlie Waving on a Cliff
Charlie & Irene
Birds Commuting
(Alright, so they're not immediate family. But they look like they're going somewhere. Throw in a tie and/or a briefcase and you've got lawyers!)

Check this little blubber of fat sunning himself. Notice anything unusual about him?

Look closer, the rock agrees with his disposition .

And this final one is me using my brother for my purposes. I needed him as an excuse to photograph this house in La Jolla. Directly across the street is the ocean...and a precipitous drop to sea level, but still a killer view.

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zee bikes.......
(My brother's mongoose is blocking my, ahem, beautiful aluminum frame.)

My brother on his bike
My Boobs on my bike
(Come on. You were thinking it. And yes, I look stupid with a helmut. My brains, my brains!*)

A standard no sign on the trail.

* Note: reference to my noggin, not my girls.

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