Hello, I Love You

Won't you tell me your name?

Maaaaybe I'll have some 'nana...

You really should try a pill bottle-turned custom rattle.  

They are quite delicious.

If I can hold it, I can eat it.

Share?

Pretty?

Lens?

Siiiiigh... Will you do something funny soon?

...like.... TICKLE MY FEET AAHHHHHHHH!

You silly lady.

You're funny. 

Uh, excuse me?  I'm nekked here.

Don't tell Mom I can read even though I can't walk yet.

It'll blow the whole plan.

Getaway in the Ell Bee

June 3, 2012
Three days in Long Beach


5.31.12
7:12pm
Land.  Pee.  Excitement surges and I elate.  I'm here!

7:30pm
Target.  Maxi dress.  No, I'm not registered to vote in Long Beach.
Omg this kid is so fucking cute.  Heart sufficiently melts.

8:15pm
Homemade mac salad and quesadillas on corn tortillas.  Wee!




6.1.12
8:30am
Bran flakes and fat free milk.  Coffee from Portland, Oregon.  Lots of chit chat and hanging out.
We're good at that.

9:35am
First walk.  Crispy ocean air.  Dog pees on three lampposts and takes a steamy shit.

12:03pm
Day goes by too fast.  WinCo.  Homemade pizza and the Champagne of Beers.
So cozy and full.



6.2.12
8:45am
Chocolate chip bagel French Toast with fresh strawberries and maple syrup.  Bananas Foster for dessert.  Two scrambled eggs.  Coffee.  Breakfast-induced sugar coma.
Bliss.

9:30am
Baby gets a bath in the sink.  Officially deemed Cutest Thing Ever in Life.

11:15am
Haircut on the back patio under the stairs.  New bangs!  Shower, snacks, art and craft fair.  Cool tees and things made of rubber.  Too much want.

3:30pm
Sandwiches and iced coffees at home.  Chat with Brother on the phone.

4:06pm
More iced coffee at Portfolio Coffee House.  Reminds me of Portland in every single way.  Can't decide if I like this art or not.  Love this coffee, though.
Start writing this stuff in this little book.
Laughs and tattoo talk and good, easy fun.
Cool kids.

7:30pm
Tacos at El Taco Loco #3.  Feel a wee bit uncomfortable being the only white people in the entire neighborhood.  Ohh, silly white person.
No matter -- the tacos are the best I've ever had, ever.  Stuffed our faces on pastries from the bakery next door.  Five items for three bucks!  Unreal!

10:05pm
Played two rollicking rounds of Scattergories.  Laughed laughed laughed.  Felt strangely like a "grown up."  More on that later.  Passed out hard.




6.3.12
8:30am
Wake up to coffee smell and odors of sizzling bell pepper.  Ahh, more bliss...
Killer breakfast made by D.  Lots of coffee (natch).  Vigorous walk up the crazy inclines on Signal Hill.  Invigorated!  Fresh morning air and exercise.  Crisp ocean breeze.  *Love*

12:30pm
Hang with Melissa and Brandon at the apartment.  Mesmerized by her vintage glow.  Laugh some more.  Watch August run around in his walker.  Hilarity ensues.

2:16pm
Hair trim again.  Raised the bitchy factor considerably on the new cut.  Yesssss.  Ate a sandwich with pepper turkey, packed my things, said goodbye.
Waaaahhhhhhhhh.
Too soon.  Always.

3:30pm
Flight cancelled and routed from LAX instead.  Delayed one hour.  DOH!  If I'd known, I'd've stayed a little longer.  Maybe ...

8:03pm
Land.  So uncomfortable.  So tired.  Catch the MAX.

8:34pm
Exit MAX and head to bus stop.  Another 34 minutes until next bus... Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu --

8:35pm
Start walking home from NE 60th and Glisan.  Screw you, bus.

9:15pm
Arrive home.  Exhausted.  Dirty with airplane.  Hip hurts from rolling luggage two and a half miles.
But so effing happy.

<3 <3 <3

Did Anyone Else Cry?

I sure did.  I started crying immediately upon seeing my nephew for the first time, in photograph.  I sat with the feelings, the overwhelming rush, and let them quietly pass through me as I stared at his face for several minutes.

I haven't written poetry for anyone except my Boy in a long time.  But yesterday, after pondering what Today meant and filing the images of the day away in my "The Day You Were Born" file, the words fell out of my pen almost accidentally and I slipped into a mad Flow sesh.

[Soon to follow.]

In the meantime, this day is impossibly more beautiful than yesterday.

It feels good to be an Aunt.

Aug 27 2:49 pm

D-Boe:  It's a boy!  2:10 pm!  The world will never be the same!  Welcome, August Michael!

Aug 27 4:09 am

D-Boe:  At the hospital, being processed.  We'll start inducing this morning.  Wish us luck!  Go Team!  Woot!

My Mother Has Since Disowned Me

Mom:  All I can say is this: First, she moves to Treehuggerville . . . Then lands a job with a biofuel company . . . And now THIS.  Every Republican mother's nightmare . . . a juicer.  A JUICER?  That's bad enough, but WHEAT GRASS?  There's the frosting on THAT heartbreak cake.  Say it isn't so, Pea!  What next?  An effin' Smart Car?????

Me:  If it's any consolation, both the juicer and the wheat grass are Will's . . . I'm just the operator.

Mom:  Yes, but YOU allowed it in your domicile.  GUILTY!  And, you kiss the lips that DRINK wheat grass juice.  Me?  I'd rather eat puke cookies.

The Grand MoMare Adventure

         A (painfully)  

Short Story

<ahem>

She arrived.

We ate heartily

nom

and drank (very dramatic) cups of coffee.

We lazed about and chit-chatted

 boop

and sat on sidewalks drinking tea

and swilling beer.

 We got to peruse many a-menu

 because that's what happens

when you eat a lot and are daunted

by giant flatware.

 RAWWRRR

We had fantastic hair

and gesticulated wildly

and made funny faces in public places

  until we nearly peed from laughter.

And even though we felt exhausted at times

oy

that didn't stop us from admiring the flowers

 I think those are weeds

eating radishes the size of baseballs

womp

and flaunting our fantastic bosoms.

yowza

The End.

Brother-Sister Bender 2011

                   Anna Banana's

                   8716 N Lombard

                   Atmosphere: Smooth and cozy

                   Pastries: Average but tasty

                   Staff: Quirky and fun

                   Overall: Yes

                       (But I might be biased

                                because of company in tow...)

                   Fire on the Mountain

                   1706 E Burnside

                   Atmosphere: Loud and Bro

                   Fries & Wings: Par

                   Staff: A bit foul

                   Overall: Take it or leave it

               Lompoc Brewery (New Old Lompoc)

               1616 NW 23rd

               Atmosphere: Chill and happy

               Beer: Um, yes

               Staff: Sharp and cool

               Overall: Definitely

Tiny beers weeeeeee!

Could very well be my favorite

photo of all time.

Sugar (x3)