"Hope it don't fall into the sea"

After a weekend of sleeping, churching, and cooking spicy food (think garlic, ginger, curry, tom yum paste, lemongrass) with the hopes of feeling better, I flipped on my good friend PBS to find that the programming surrounding a much looked-forward-to miniseries about National Parks:

http://www.pbs.org/nationalparks/

was so inspiring, that I couldn't stay inside one minute longer. I pulled on a hoodie and cap, hopped into Sugarplum, and drove for about 5 minutes. Just in time to see this:

and this:

Yep, Lauren. They are all self-portraits. I'm that talented.

Mile 2

of my run around the neighborhood

Confession

I talk to the ocean.

Is it worth it?

I don't know a lot about antiques/collectables or how to research and get accurate information. Some of you do. If I paid around $180 for this 1920s Cal-Tile Table, did I get worked? Do antique people try to pull fast ones?

My Sister and I have a Game

We like to try and figure out which side of the family we most resemble. The Hatfields and the Otts both have their strong suits, so it's definitely more of a curiosity thing. And let me just say from the get-go, that both seem to have genes for aging quite gracefully.

Here are two pictures. I think both carry a strong resemblace. If you care to play, I'm inviting you to join the game.

This is my mom's mom, Grandma Jo. Late 70s.

This is my dad's sister, Aunt Mary Lynne. Early 70s.

Any guesses on what I'll look like in about 40 years?

Did you know

that when I was a little girl, I used to live very close to where I am currently living? I have decided that I am not a city girl, and am happy to have come to the decision that I belong on the peninsula. (Duh. Water on both sides.) And every time I cruise down El Camino Real, I vividly remember two places:

1. The Baskin Robbins where we would go after Family Home Evening every once in a while, and where, on one summer's Monday night, I witnessed my first car accident. A teenage boy with a very 1970s car and very 1970s hair--bloodied and broken after crashing into the huge post that held the old BR logo.

2. Going into this nursery with my parents, my aunts and uncles, my grandparents. The other day, my Uncle Jay asked me if I liked to garden. I said, "sure," because I've been renting for the past 15 years and don't have strong feelings one way or the other. "You're definitely a Hatfield," he replied. Well, the nursery is still here. I remembered it being such an exotic wonderland inside, so yesterday I took a little field trip.

Same sign. Not so same prices. Expensive nurseries: definitely not Hatfield.

This is pretty exotic, right?

It must've been fascinating at 30 inches.