Moving Day

Today and tomorrow are moving days. I hope to be back again writing by mid week.

A side note

The cover above the fold photo of the Los Angeles Times made me ill today.

Whirlwind weekend, whirlwind week

I hate that I haven't been able to keep everyone posted to what I am doing here. I hope that everything settles down and I can get back to writing on my blog.

I did have an end to the star sighting drought. This weekend I saw "http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0908794/"> Mike Wallace , Giovanni Ribisi and that cute badboy doctor on Grey's Anatomy.

Moving... again

I hope you didn't get too attached to my other address because I am moving again. I will be sending out my new address via mail and email shortly.

I am so excited to be moving. Let's hope this one lasts a while.

Lizards and waterfalls and flip flops Oh My!

I spent my Easter hiking in Temescal Canyon with Asher. Had I known I was going to go hiking, I would not have worn my brand new flip flops. No, I do not need reminding that I am a city girl.

Unfortunately the French Crepe place was not open for Easter Breakfast. I will have to cash in my raincheck for that next weekend. We headed to Mani's which is also a really great restaurant for the health conscious hipster type. I guess that would explain some of the clientel, but the Mani's crowd is actually a pretty eclectic group. The menu is huge and I have never been disappointed with anything I have ever had. If you have the chance to go on the 27th you should. They are participating in the dine out for AIDS project.

I also saw Lucky Number Sleven.

All and all it was a pretty good Easter.

Happy Easter!

To clear things up

Some of you were wondering if I was moving because Asher and I are on the outs. This is not the case. It is just time that we strike out on our own.

Thank you for your concern.

Hiatus

I have gotten a couple emails asking where I have been. I have not died and the rain did not wash me away. I have been apartment hunting. I hope to get back to blogging soon.

Huh?

It has done nothing but rain here for 3 days straight with intermittent rain the 3 days before that. Did I move back to Minnesota without noticing?

What are THEY wearing

I was asked by a reader "What are they wearing" Well, the most essential item every L.A. woman must have is strangely huge sunglasses. Every girl/woman from 16 to 49 is wearing capital B Big sunglasses.

Why? They leave a little to the imagination. They leave passers by asking "Is that someone?" Often times the size of these sunglasses obscure facial features so it is so hard to tell who is who. I think this is why they are so popular. Even secretaries are being mistaken for primetime stars.

So if you are a woman and moving to L.A., go out and buy yourself big @$$ sunglasses. That's what I did.


This photo is taken from the Bebe eyewear collection. I do not want to get sued for using their picture.

Happy 43rd!

My father celebrates his 43rd Birthday today.

Married at 8 and had his first child at 13, things were often rough for us. He had to support us on his weekly paper route while my mother, 11 at the time, stayed home with me. He was often teased at school for liking girls by his friends who wondered why he was not able to attend the daily treefort meetings anymore. Having a knack for trapeze artistry he took the family along when he joined the circus. On the circus route my sister, Mandu, was born when my father was merely 15. We were often babysat by the bearded lady. Her name was Tammy. The money coming from the circus was not paying the bills, especially with two children. It was then that the CIA approached my father and asked him to become an international spy at the age of 17 1/2.
At 19, my last sister, coey was born in Minsk where we would spend the summers. The remaining 24 years my father has been stopping evil in its tracks. Although he says it has been a lot slower now that the cold war is over. I hope this email finds you in Tunisia, Paris or Vaasa. By the way, this post will self destruct in 30 seconds.

Happy Birthday! I love you Dad!
(I hope this gets to you soon. I have been trying to get intouch with you at home, but you are on the internet.)