rodeo drive
Yet another California flashback I can cry over. This was the day I drove a caravan of women to Hollywood (yikes).
Sam took that of Kim, Ellie, and Bama Jr.
At this point I was about ready to push the eject button and drive back. The traffic was GNARLY. But when we met up with Alex and Peaches, everything was suddenly great again. I kept them company outside while the girls took glamor shots in gold sequin dresses in the dressing room (not kidding).
This guy totally made my night as well. As well as this incredible massaging chair. I'm pretty sure this was the only store I stayed in for more than 10 seconds.
The only bad part was when the "foot pressurizing massage crammer" started squeezing the living poo out of my already-broken toe, and I couldn't remove it. All I could do was sit there as the bones crumbled under the compressor and tell Zachary how ungood it felt. And my sock had a hole in it. And it didn't match my other one.
Kim, Alex, Sam, Sarah, Ellie, Zack (Peaches [he's from Georgia])
Shoes! Shoes appROVES! [The other half of the inside joke that went along with the BIKINIS sign, that I still won't attempt to explain.]
The girls wanted to window shop down Rodeo (it was midnight).
Peaches trying to make us guess how much this dumb piece of coral was. It was something ridiculous like 3 bajillion million bucks.
Chrithmath!!
Labels: california, friends, prominent sites
graduation pix
As if I didn't miss California enough aleady, here's some graduation pictures. All in all, it was great. Except I tried to "do" my hair and it ended up looking like a really weird wig, but who cares right. So without further ado...
With Hambone, Green Card, and Houtz.
Parentals.
Vanessa, Douglas, Bradly, someone, Chessa, Yumiko
My Chugokujin
I had to say goodbye to Cart-y...
Then we went to Oceanside
The end.
Labels: beach, california, college, special occasion
back home
Actually I'm still alive. Graduation was a success at least in the sense that I walked. I have to finish this church history class before my diploma comes in the mail (which is pretty much the bane of my existence right now). But regardless! I'm done! Thank You, God. Mean it.
Back in Alabama, had sweet tea with my Subway, now I'm eating grits for a midnight snack. Not even kidding.
The plan is: get a job, so that I, in due course, may raise monies to do what's next. What
is next you might ask. Here's a hint:
Labels: life
graduation & life
Busyness has successfully put my updates on the backburner, but I can spare a moment or two for a quick run down:
I'm graduating in exactly one week. In a skirt. That's about it.
Actually, I need some prayer. Well, actually I could've used it about two weeks ago. By the divine, powerful, great, magnificent, incredible, powerful, great, divine, great grace of God, I managed to get all my junk in a row. I had homework, classes, community service, exams, papers, people, retreat support, and then other minor details like eating and sleeping.
It reminded me a bit of when you take a huge load of laundry out of the dryer, and you keep dropping socks and underwear along the way, and when you bend down to pick up the socks and underwear, other things fall off the top of the pile, and your shirts are stactic clinging to your face, and then your kids start crying and the dog poops on the floor so you throw your laundry angrily across the room.
But I'm good now! No longer do I want to jump off a cliff, but I'm actually excited about the next phase in life. Which will be disclosed later. God bless you guys.
Labels: college, life
golden gate bridge
Oh yeah, we drove across this:
t-giving break
*.* WiNTER REUNiON FEST 2oo7 .*. Basically, Jeanette came over.
Thanksgiving morning: begin journey in our sweet ride - a red VW bug (alias Clarence).
Lake Elsinor.
I got made fun of for taking this, but I did it for you dad.
Anyhow, on to San Francisco!
The Alcatraz tour was closed...
but there were
sealsssssssss!!!!! Real ones!!! In the wild!!!!
Well, believe it or not, there was nothing really to do on Thanksgiving night in San Francisco. So we went back to the hotel and ate our Thanksgiving dinner: nacho chips and a pizza sphere from the gas station next door. Every mother's worst nightmare for their child.
Day two: back to Fisherman's Wharf.
Jeanette's never had crab before, but she downed that sucker faster than a starvin fat kid with a corn pone.
Not gonna share.
...
China town.
As we were farewelling San Francisco, taking one last walk down the crazy strip, we realized it was pretty easy to pick out the locals. 1) Guy flying down the sidewalk in a wheelchair backwards: local. 2) Random yelling lady, yelling at random people at random: local. 3) Middle aged dude in only spandex shorts stretched out in the middle of a fountain reading the paper: definitely local. Peace out, SF.
Day three. Destination: Becca's house (and Yosemite).
Bear count: 0
Baby dear count 1
Tree count: 345,742,656,234,745,002,1532,7567,34pasdf345389
Day four: Leave. And Oceanside for fun.
Back in Murrieta.
See this big dumb ring? Well, we had to pay four bucks for it in China town because it got
stuck on my finger. I don't know how I got it on there, but it wouldn't come off.
Then she had to leave, and life was not as great.
I'll go easy on the sap...but, yes, I miss her again already.
Labels: california, holiday, mexifriend, nature, prominent sites
