Monday, March 19, 2018

Like A Hawk

We get the occasional hawk around here. Of course we do: lots of good eatin' between the mice and the other baby birds.

Hey, hawks don't care about eating their brethren; it's luncheon, baby.

But we don't usually get to see hawks this up close and personal . . . personally. Sorry, can't help myself.

Ohmygod a hawk! That's me on the right, looking out.

. . . but I have to leave *now* to get to work on time . . .

. . . oh but he turned his head . . .

. . . wait, he's taking off! . . .

I don't know why I call a hawk a "he". Maybe she's a "she". Or maybe who cares about the fluidity of avian gender for the love of pete's sake.

What I do know is I was late for work.

But then the ding-dong hawk flew up onto the streetlight.

And there hawk sat . . .

. . . checking out hawk's surroundings . . .

I said, "Mistah, I have got to go . . ."

And Mistah said, "okay, I'm ready with the camera. I'll tell you when to open the door. One . . . two . . . three . . . "

". . . Go!"


This one's my fave.

And this one looks like Jacquie's friend gave it his own personal magical touch . . .

See what I mean??

Hawk a la Mike . . .  

And this one . . . ?

This one is Mistah's fave . . .


Monday, March 12, 2018

I Love A Parade . . . I Just Really Do.

Everybody doesn't love a parade . . .

But I sure do.

Especially New London's own St. Patrick's Day Parade a week early, godbless.

Because of our local goddess Marshall, Donna O'Sullivan? . . .

. . . because of our pipers? . . .

. . . because of our Coasties? . . .

. . . because of our adorable friends? . . .

. . . because of the Whalers? . . .

. . . because of the Scouts? . . .

. . . because Mistah is a family match-maker? . . .

. . . because of Mister Dibble *and* Saint Francis?

. . . because the Firefighters have the Best Job In America? Especially the guy who gets to drive the back of the truck.

. . . because we are passionate and enthusiastic spectators?

. . . Seriously passionate. And seriously enthusiastic. Plus? Cabbage.

Because we have the best spot for a refreshing Guinness? . . .

. . . Yes. Yes, because of all that.

That is exactly why I Love A Parade. I Just Really Do.

Friday, March 9, 2018

just a little Italy

After a harrowing ordeal involving mass quantities of snow and a spark igniting felled tree, my mom and my God mom prevailed over all challenges to arrive in San Diego yesterday morning!

Look who's tall! That's a first
It is such a delightful treat to  have these two lovelies in town. We found a super deal on a new hotel in a fun neighborhood, and it seemed only natural to host our favorite Little Italian person in the heart of Little Italy! Here are just a few photos from our first night together, featuring more food than faces just like in Big Italy.

Amaretto on the rocks!

Cheer up, man/boy, your pasta is en route

cutie corner

I wanted to marry my tortellini and have its babies

Mom can't resist a side of mashies. Imagine! (They were yum) James' bolognese in the background

Joan's gnocchi, Clara's pesto, Meg's spinach filled gnocchi (an abomination, according to Mrs C)

oh look, faces AND the food that will go into them

Yay! I'm sorry to say that this is the best of the group shots. We'll do better tonight 

Next stop: Mexico

Monday, March 5, 2018

Bye Week

You know how in football every week a team gets the week off -- they get a bye week? Like, "bye-bye, we're off this week"? Or something?

Yeah, me neither. I don't know anything about football. I like other ball sports, and come from a ball sports family, but I never got the football bug. I'm kind of like those Jeopardy contestants I heard about at length the other day -- the episode when not one of any of them could answer one single solitary question about football?

They probably wouldn't know what a bye week is either. Dummies.

Anyway, I'm taking a bye week. I'm giving myself Special Dispensation. I'm kind of like the Pope. The Pontiff. Giving myself the week off.

Because I have everything, but I have nothing. I have one million things on my mind, but I can't even get one photo to load up. I love this Universe of ours, but it's not cooperating with me. Or my start-up disk.

So I'm taking a bye. A bye-bye. Bye-bye to all the things rattling around in my fool head and hello to  . . .

. . . loppers.

Well, hello to loppers after today's snow melts . . .

Enjoy the bye. And hey, if you need a bye, let me know: I'm dispensing them this week.

Friday, March 2, 2018

uncle merv's sister weekend

I totally forgot to post last Friday, sorry bout that! I was out and about in the world with my sisters! It started with just two of us, but  we proved to Jane that we wouldn't  have any fun at all until we became three.

behold the not fun
Julie and I met up earlier in the day to "help" Colleen & Brenton pack and I took advantage of the opportunity to show off my mad pull up skills. 

I pulled soooo hard

When it became clear that our presence was adding a fun but unproductive twist to a day that required complete attention to detail, we hightailed it over to Hollywood for our first night-o-fun.

We got to the hotel and made quick work of the obligatory room change, because it's gotta be about the view and the feng shui and all that shit. When we got to the better room, we were excited to find that we not only had the promised Capital Records city view, but we could see the hollywood sign to boot!

Not quite visible in photos, though, even with a helpful pointing finger

See it yet?

Dare ya go. 
The other direction was stunning too. Apparently one of those buildings is Capital Records. 

We had a grand and delicious dinner and were finally joined by our lovely Janey girl, with the bonus lovebirds. I don't have photos of all that, here look at Jane's. Sigh, don't you love Jane? Don't you love chicken picatta? I do. 

Anyway, back to the bad photos. Exhibit A:

There's so much to not understand about this photo. Why the face? where's Jane trying to go? 

We were there about 18 hours, including sleep.

In the morning I ventured out on an epic journey to find the car, and came across some exciting Oscar preparations!


Then we drove up to Santa Barbara, directly to a very cool wine cellar with very interesting things happening that involved barrels. 

We took sooo many group selfies. Staggering. But everything kept being so great and fun and we're so cuuuuuute!

also thirsty

Also willowy 

also dork

After the first wine tasting we headed to our pretty hotel. I parked the car while my grlz headed up to the room. When I joined them, they had already initiated summit talks to get us moved. Oceanfront does not include a vast dirt filled construction site in the foreground, sir! An unsatisfactory alternative was offered, which we rejected at first because although we love each other deeply, 3 in a bed is a bit  much. But then we wavered, and Julie said she'd sleep in the middle*, so I was nominated to call back and say we'd be willing to at least look at the other option. Imagine my chagrin at being told that we could not have the  alternate room because of some hoity toity nerd fire code! There were no other rooms that could accommodate 3, except the penthouse suite, hahahahahah. My immediate response was to say oh, there's only two of us! But then I remembered our ignorant honesty at paying the 3rd person charge on our room rate. Balls. Nevertheless, I persisted. My theory in these situations is to be really nice, but let a little hint of your exasperation creep in. Assume that something can be done, and talk as if something MUST be done. I sadly shared my disappointment and hinted at relocating to another hotel, but did  you say something about a suite? I was asked to call back in 15 minutes. Meanwhile, we went to lunch.

*It's good that this was not our fate, because Julie demands to be wrapped in cloud bedding and steals all the pillows 

gratuitous hair shot - see mom, it's getting lighter! Wait is that me or Julie?

The Goddess Jane soaking up some vitamin D while Julie tramples the birds of paradise

And then, my best friend at the front desk called with the happy news that there was indeed a vacant suite, the penthouse suite, and we were welcome to it at no additional charge.


The property was so pretty, we enjoyed pool time


poorly executed self timer photos

and laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs


What a weekend. What a family. What a place. thanks Jules and Janey, you my bitches. 

This is how assholes play Jenga

That tub

That breakfast

Those penguins
That room

Eventually, it had to end. 

And I had to go home to my other girls, who missed me.