55 Flash Fiction Friday

This 55 is inspired by the novel I have been reading: Little Women. I just love the way they talk. I guess "hussy" wasn't a really bad insult back then.

"Hurrah, the snow hath fallen no more, so we may go call on our dear neighbor."
"Must we bring the whole pie to them?"
"Stop you, niminy piminy chit, you must love thy neighbor you hussy""
"It is naughty to fret, it makes me cross."
"Enough, argue none,let's sing 'Birds in their little nest agree'."

HAIR

My son received his first professional haircut recently. I usually cut it myself, but due to a hair trimming accident (cutting bangs way too short during last cut) I decided to take him to a salon. I called a children's hair salon equiped with balloons, racing car chairs, cookies, popcorn and distracting televisions. $22 for a kid's haircut! I don't even pay that much to get my hair cut. So, I took him to the place I go. Only $8 for a cut. It turned out that all the distractions wern't necessary. I just had to beleive that he would behave in the barber's chair, and he did!

55 Flash Fiction Friday

My rendition of "The Scream"

A man stands on a bridge, admiring a tangerine sunset. Two strangers walking closer, visible in the distance. Both wearing oversized coats. Troubling looks upon their face. The taller stranger bumps into the innocent passerby. He turns around and exscuses himself. The passerby accepts the apology. "Oh no, where is my wallet, it was stolen!!"

We attended the weekly Farmer's Market on Wednesday night in the local mall parking lot. It is pretty fun if you like fresh fruit, different foods and petting zoo's. I had a delicious Teriyaki Chicken bowl that was to die for. Baz went on a $5 pony ride that only lasted 90 seconds. For $3 they let you touch a goat. I didn't want to pay $3 for Baz to catch a disease, so we passed on that. It was fun and overcrowded, just my type of thing. Must do it again soon, I guess. It is hard to find a good chicken bowl.

The Magic Kingdom

We took Baz to Disneyland for the first time. I feared that the rides would scare him, boy I was wrong. On the contrary, he cried when it was time to get off the rides. Here he is admiring the large mouse. When I told him it was a mouse, he called him Cha Cheese (Chuck E Cheese), I had to explain that this was a different, large mouse.









Our family upon entering the happiest place on earth.












Daddy and Baz in Toon Town.






I used to think child leashes were cruel, but I realized they come in handy in crowded places like amusement parks. It doesn't seem so cruel when the leash is disguised as a puppy backpack (see below).

The Getty Museum

At an early attempt to culturaize Baz, Art and I dragged our son to the Getty Museum this Labor Day weekend. The museum doesn't charge admission, only $7 for parking. So it definetly worth the money. We pulled ourselves out of bed very early and arrived before the door opened in hopes of beating the crowds. Dozens of other art lovers had the same idea. The tram ride to the top of the hill was a lot of fun.
One downside to museums is that snacks and beverages are not permitted in the galleries. How else do they expect me to pacify my child so I can try to enjoy a piece of artwork or two. Every gallery is guarded by museum attendents waiting to jump on you for every little thing you do. "Sir, cameras are not allowed in this exhibit", "Ma'am you can not allow that child to have his water bottle in his stroller." Why can't they let my child have his sippy cup, it IS leak proof. I finally stumbled upon one piece by Van Gogh, my favorite artist. Irises. It was more beautiful than I imagined. Totally worth it. We made a quick stop to the children's center so Baz could unwind from his confinement to his stroller.
It was a good thing we arrived early. Upon leaving, we saw that the line for the tram ride to get to the museum was longer than most ride lines at Disneyland. I wonder what museum I will torture Baz with next?