My last few posts have been awfully wordy, so I'm telling the story of Thanksgiving weekend in pictures (mostly).
After stuffing ourselves with turkey, potatoes, salsa and three kinds of pie at the Ybarras, we busted out the arts and crafts. AK and I recently learned how to make our own rubber stamps, which are like the impatient man's linoleum block. AK's sister Lori was a natural (hence the grin), and her mom was a natural at convincing AK to do most of the rubber-carving for her.
This is a stamp of a long-legged bird walking in a winter wonderland, of course.
AK had a Christmas-in-the-desert theme, complete with coyote and rare desert pine.
Tree by Lori, landscape-architect-in-training.
If you get one of these in the mail, forget you saw this. If you don't...well, you'll know I ran out not too far into the alphabet.
Friday night my high school friends and I had our annual-ish reunion. Angie, Jenessa, Amy, Bonnie, Heather and I met at a Cleveland Browns bar (go figure) in Redondo Beach. This year seemed less about poignant reminiscences and more about opening our circle up to Bonnie's guy and his friends and various guys who saw six ladies with drinks and thought, Single! When I informed one wide-eyed 26-year-old from St. Louis that I had a girlfriend at home, he blinked and said, "Oh. Wow. My brother's gay. So, like, did you always know?" It was that kind of bar.
Sunday we took my dad to the Petersen Automotive Museum, which is as much fun for L.A. history geeks as it is for car geeks like my dad. His personal heaven will have a vintage gas station on every corner.
He's not sure about tamal- and ice cream-serving, pipe-smoking bulldogs, however.
AK did her best zebra impression next to the zebra car.
Cathy and I did our impression of pistons in the kids' discovery center.
After a museum full of Don't Touch signs, AK said, "Finally! A car I'm allowed to sit in!"