days 21 & 22- Snugglie Feet and Obsession

OK, I have no more little ones at home and my 18 yo complains when I buy him ducky slippers, so I dress my doxie and wear silly slippers. These are my pink mousie ones. They have a little tail too!

I grew up with PB & J in my lunch boxes. I put PB on bananas, toast, graham crackers apples and celery. Lately, I am disillusioned with lunch and dinner foods so when I am not in the mood for anything else, I just make a peanut butter and honey sandwich. Just yummy!

Days 19 & 20...better late than never, right?

Day 19- The Palm Tree at the end of the Rainbow

So it is pouring rain in Southern California, which makes all CA drivers crazy and unskilled! Sad but true...
Then add a wonderful beautiful Rainbow that seems to end in a Palm Tree?...Could it be more California!!! I sat in traffic, rolled down my window and subjected my new camera to splashing rain whilst I captured the lovely, yet strange sight. no one honked at me, they probably wished they had a camera in their purse too!










Day 20- Little Ducky Duddle....

...went swimming in a puddle, a puddle, a puddle quite small....
Actually it was Hailing in Sunny So Cal and us girls in the office, like a bunch of children, were squealing and taking pics as if we had never seen it before. My co worker got her tiny duckys off her desk and sent them swimming . they were being knocked over left and right. Yes, even duckys could not float in the pounding hail, but we persevered and I got my drowning ducky picture complete with gigantic hail bombs!

day 18- It Never Rains in California

But when it rains, it pours! I wanted to take a shot of our house (cause we are selling it) and get the 'weather' effect of the So Cal storm. As I took the photo when there was a lull in the downpour, the rain effect is missing from the shot, sooooo, when the deluge began again, I stepped out on the front walk and took a shot of the rain wreaking havoc on our newly planted lawn.
This wonderful house has served its purposes over these 22 years but alas, it is time to move on.

day 17- A Blast from My Past

Hubby and I were trying out my new GPS. Little did I know you need the address, not the name of the dog park. So were cruised around Pasadena trying to fine Alice Kennedy Dog Park. Didnt happen, so we stopped to get a bite to eat and happened upon this bar/steakhouse my parents used to take me to on payday. Morty's ! I was so blown away. 40 yrs ago...I felt so special when they took me there. I drank Shirley Temples, had the best steak in town and my dad would tie cherry stems in knots with is tongue. Good times!

day16- Just a pussycat

This is Motor or MoMo as we call him. He is the most dog like cat I have ever come across. Momo talks and begs and enjoys the company of his family. I swear he says hello. He follows my husband around all morning talking the whole time. Mo can often be found wrestling with a piece of furniture as he is here.
He was adopted from a rescue. I found him at a Global Awareness Fair here in the valley after I lost my guinea pigs. He was a tiny kitten being held by the Rescue worker. She told me he was un-adoptable because he had a condition of the eyelids that would need expensive surgery. I fell in love. He had to go home with me but he was too young. I had to wait. His eyes are crossed and his eyelashes grow up under his eyelids. He only required daily eyedrops and is the bestest cat ever!

day 14- Growing growing gone........and 15- A Work of Heart

Empty nest has its ups and downs. As we ready the house to sell, I look around and its the little things that bring tear to my eyes...the corner of my 2 'babies' room where we measured them as they reveled in their growth. I had to leave another such place as we moved from our other house. The baby and toddler years were left on a door frame there, and now, we paint this place, this monument to their growth and development. It is so very true, you wish they will grow ut of this phase of that one...and damn it, they do..............
my heart hurts.

day 15- A Work of Heart
My mother, Auntie and me painted this mural on the boys wall when they were 12 & 10 yrs old. Now they are grown and gone. I took these last photos, now wishing we had been smart enough to paint it on a canvas. We had to paint over it and it broke my heart. My Auntie has passed on, my mother is aged...and the boys are young men. Where did it go? My 4 little boys are men. I am proud of them and marvel at the people they have become independant of me. But I long for the days they crawled up on my knee and snuggled in close as I sang (no doubt off key) songs at bedtime, we said prayers and I tucked them in. Then, I sat and rocked silently in the rocking chair whilst they drifted off to sleep, with mommy on guard!

Day 13- My Soul Sister

This is my very special handpicked sister. The stars aligned just right and like a lost adorable puppy, my mom brought her home and I asked "can I keep her?". We have been 'sisters' for 43 yrs and she is my very favorite person on the whole planet! We have traveled together, been lost in many cities. We have cried over money, children, men, pets, weight, movies, memories and the pain of our dearest friends. We laugh all the time. She bosses me around and I let her. We can do nothing together or spend the day in Walmart and not tire of each others company. How did I get so lucky? God knew I needed a guardian angel...

I love you P