Photo Every Hour (ish)- Lazy Sunday.

Evelyn had the idea to do this. She was inspired by Kristine's post.

HUGE DISCLAIMER ABOUT MINE: You will not enjoy this post if you dislike carbs, dogs, Obama stickers, or lazy people.

HUGE DISCLAIMER #2: Dear social workers, I do normally function at a higher level. I am just a little tired and down, and just a wee bit sad. I went to bed very late, and clearly didn't get enough sleep. Our Saturday before this was filled with festive friends, and festive festivities, I swear.

7 am ish...

Bleary eyed coffee making. What is that item holding down our broken coffee maker you ask? Why that is one of Steven's many inventions, The Tofu Press. He designed and made this decorative, functional, heavy item to press all of the excess water out of tofu to give it more flavor. Now that we are back to being carnivores, we find that no amount of metal or anvil like apparatus could make tofu more palatable, THUS said device now serves as a weight on our broken coffee maker.

While the coffee brews I immediately get my BINKY....


8 am ish...

The feeding of the hounds. Yep, there I am in my sexiest lingerie (or what married people wear to bed) preparing the most important meal of the day, for the most important dogs of the day. Because they are getting on in years, this is more involved then you may think...


Then Moses is sent out to retrieve the paper...


This has its pros and its cons...



9 am ish...

I put in a Costco home-made quiche...



I check to see if perhaps, by some stroke of luck, a rare Sunday proposal has been given to the ever patient Evelyn...

I decide to check on Steven who is already hard at work sifting additional concrete from our garden soil. I hand him some quiche....


And he shows me something beautiful...

New Mexico green chile, growing smack dab in the middle of Los Angeles.

10 am ish...

I go inside, shower, and settle in for a heart to heart with Moses...

I talk with him about his arthritis, and I ask him not to die before he has a chance to meet our kids.

11 am ish...

I check on Steven...

I surf...

I read...

I snack...

I nap...

2pm ish...

I check on Steven...


He seems hungry, so I make him a turkey and cheese sandwich on sourdough. He washes it down with a Leffe...


I peek in the studio. I think that I will start to be productive...


I get distracted by a rare display of affection between my two pups...

4pm ish...


Steven finds me on the couch and makes fun of me for using my phone and laptop simultaneously.

We decide it is time to go on our daily walk...


We see a sad sign...

Every other day you would find two young, affable men working meticulously on said engine. Someone has stolen their beloved VW engine, and broken their hearts.


5 pm ish...

Steven has a spontaneous plumbing project...



6pm ish...

I feed the hounds again.


7pm ish...


Steven surveys his garden and says, "I'm just about ready to hire someone to finish this." He is joking of course. He is tired, he is getting 'The Sundays' (You know the feeling of dread that sometimes comes over you on a Sunday evening).

Steven hops in the shower, and I pop some ginger candies.

I'll spare you the rest. We will probably stare at some sort of colored box (TV, Binky etc) for a bit, I will put on my sexiest pj's, we will brush our teeth, and climb into bed.

March 15th.

Fourth Folder Tag...

I was tagged by Rebekah and Tiny's Mom. Here is the only thing that is in the fourth folder of my I-Photo...



I know big surprise, it involves dogs. This is back when we lived in Venice, and had three pups. I am not sure that they like The Shins as much as I do, but I love the way their ears flicker to the sounds. Seriously folks, if you don't have a dog, get yourself to a pound and get one. Your life will be enriched. I mean it.

I Tag... YOU!

Thanksgiving Tag...

Happy almost Thanksgiving!

Lori, Joy, and Kerri tagged me. Here are ten things that I am grateful for...

1. The benevolent bee keeper...



2. The Ted...

(And yes those are THESE blankets).

3. Moses, flatulent but friendly...


4. Health Insurance...

5. My healthy family...



6. California...


7.Ginger Scones...


8. The Blogging community, Books, Barack, Binky (what Steven calls my laptop-'Julie do you want your Binky?'), and Big comfortable beds...


9. Mark...


10. Being a year closer to filling these...

with youngsters like these...


I have to say when I first saw this tag I thought, "I am grateful that no one in my family died this month." I realized that this snarky response is indeed an indication that I am still grieving the loss of my mother-in-law quite a bit. I would have completely fallen apart this summer had it not been for you, my friends in the internet. Thank you for reading, commenting, e-mailing, praying, and even visiting. I am so very, very grateful for you. Thank you.

I tag Cindy, Evelyn, Rebekah, Enat, and M.

Oh for the Love of Pete.Tagged. Enough Already!

So I was tagged, and I responded here.

I am still getting tagged, so for the two of you who aren't completely sick of me blathering endlessly about myself, here ya go...

One of the first jobs I had here in Los Angeles was as an SAT tutor. I could only teach the verbal portion. I need tutoring of my own in math. I hate math. I was assigned my very first student. I arrived at a very beautiful home in Santa Monica. My student had not yet arrived home. He was with his dad in Chinatown, getting acupuncture. I chatted with his mom for a bit. I realized after about four seconds, that the child I would be tutoring, my very first student ever, was the son of OLIVER FRIGGIN STONE. Let's just put it this way, the kid did not need tutoring. He knew more vocabulary than I did. He was brilliant. A couple of years later, Oliver Stone thanked me for helping his son get into Princeton. Uhm, the kid was a shoe-in.



Speaking of tutoring, I used to do a lot of tutoring in Malibu. On MORE THAN ONE occasion, I was asked to move my car.


The families didn't want my vehicle anywhere near their homes. They did not want to catch a glimpse of my sturdy Subaru through their windows. Snooty McSnootersons.

I admit, the car is no beaut, and I could write an entire week's worth of posts about my fights with Steven when we reached an impasse on the viability of said vehicle. Here is where it is now...

(But that was years later, those Malibuites were really snobby.)

I was a vegetarian for twenty years. Steven was one for fifteen. The day we went back to meat... well, that was one hell of a beautiful day....












I wish my husband felt more like this...



and less like this...


Grief is a bitch.


I was yelled at this summer for standing too close to a melting ice sculpture at LACMA...


I like my neighborhood because of things like this...






I got myself a P.O. Box for this blog. The address is on my sidebar. I got it because I have to have an address for a Stage 9 Project that I am working on, and because this letter from the Peevish Postmaster Lire was a bright spot in a truly craptastic summer.














Lastly, a current picture taken by Julie's husband Marshall has confirmed my twin-dom with the world's oldest woman. Note to you young people, don't raise your eyebrows every two seconds, you will get wrinkles...Lots of them. Take heed.





Okay, there you have it you tag happy bloggers, now go and do a movie/music soundtrack tag .

Oh, and an extra bonus because I love you guys...

I know where God keeps his books...

Big Sur.