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?

55 Flash Fiction Friday

I have a bunch of stuff to do tomorrow and we are attending Baz's first art class in the morning, so I did my 55 a day early. Instead of using a picture I found, I decided to use a picture I drew myself using oil pastels. It is my favorite work of art by my favorite artist. Enjoy


The town settled down for the night, turning out their oil lamps one by one. Securing the doors with wood planks in hopes not to hear the claws of the beast scratching against oak doors. Many prayers were said before slipping under the sheets. After all they were safe tonight, the moon was not full.

Down by the Sea!

We went to Peter Pipers Saturday, it's a poor man's Chuck E Cheese. If you feel like it you can look at Art's blog.











We took a long walk on a short Pier. Santa Monica Pier that is.












Mmmmmm, funnel cake.







Beep beep, here comes the pier patrol.

55 Flash Fiction Friday

He carefuly arranges the sunflowers in a golden vase, posistioning them just so to capture their individual beauty. He sits back, paintbrush in hand, blank canvas in front of him. A rainbow of paints in front of him. He mixes various yellows and bronzes together. Vincent tugs at the bandages on his ear very gently.

Do you like Salmon?

Do you like Salmon? I know this kitty does.











Baz is looking for fishies in the bowl of water. Here fishy, fishy, fishy!









Baz likes Salmon too.

Kitties and more kitties

I am participating with the ongoing theme of kitties on my family member's blogs. For more kitties check out Artax, Susie and Adeleigh's blogs.

Hollywierd

We ventured out to Hollywierd Blvd. on Sunday to see the Walk of fame and visit the Hollywood wax museum. I am enjoying personal time with my favorite star (below). There were more children there than I thought there would be. Along the way I spotted interesting people and museums. I tallied certain things that caught my attention.



Begging Bum Count: 7
Gene Autry Star Count: 3
Chineese Tourist Count: 21
Scientology Reference Count: 3
Crazy Guy Mumbling to Himself Count: 2
Flaming Gay Count: 1 (only! I guess I would have to come back later, cause the freaks come out at night)

55 Flash Fiction Friday

The wizard said that the life saving elixir can only be made from the crushed blossoms of the scarlett branched tree. The wood pixie carried on through the forest, searching throught the leaves for a sign of the brightly colored branch. She spotted the tree and eagerly flew toward it. The branches were left barren.

Party Time!

We had another fun filled weekend! We attended a quincenera on Saturday. For those of you who don't live in the valley and may not know, it's a Hispanic sweet fifteen party for young ladies to celebrate their becoming a woman. The party is huge like a wedding, and just as expensive. There is a waltz involved with 15 couples and the birthday girl, and now a days the girls are doing hoochie dances as well. We had to leave early due to load rumbling music blaring from the speakers that would have caused young Baz to loose his sense of hearing.

We then spent Sunday afternoon at a crowded Chuck E Cheese. Baz thoroughly enjoyed himself

55 Flash Fiction Friday

A stupid grin on her face, petting whiskers, looking content, but actually trying to block out all the stupidity that he imposes on her. All she hears is "Blah blah". She is actually thinking of which drab, brown dress she will wear tomorrow. "Shall I wear my hair up, the weather might be warm?"

Temple Thursday

STP's frontman, Scott Weiland can't compare to Baz's mowhawk.

Western Heritage?

We went to the Gene Autry Western Heritage Museum last weekend. It was the most modern museum I have ever been to. The "artifacts" were about 150 years old, at the oldest. There were exhibits from western TV shows and movies. The actual boots Kevin Costner wore in Dances with wolves! Wow, how historical... not! I though it was rather twisted that there were Native American artifacts there. Our forefathers took their land away. How dare that museum display Native American stuff and Cowboy stuff in adjacent exhibits. Besides that, the museum was pretty neat. Baz actually enjoyed it.
























Baz at the park


My little cowboy

Temple Thursday

I didn't feel like putting Stone Temple Pilot lyrics on my blog today. So here is a picture of STP in a red room, with Weiland wearing white pants. Since I don't have a picture of Baz in a red room, here is a picture of Baz in a white suit. Have a great Thursday.

Little Bug

I don't have much to say. How could I feel like blogging with out my Aunt Susie around. She is off in Seattle, having fun without me. I must carry on... must... find the will... to blog...

Baz and I go to the library on Mondays because they have book readings and activities for kids. Monday was Bug Day at the library. Baz decorated this rock to look like a "Manly Bug", not to be mistaken with the familiar "Lady Bug". I helped a little of course, how could I resist.

55 Flash Fiction Friday

She sat on her front porch waiting, harboring unwanted thoughts. Will it ever come? Was it lost, never to be seen again?. Is it forgotten amongst an abyss of parcels? Maybe he never sent a letter to begin with. The mailman drove past her house once more. The letter was not being delivered that day.

Temple Thursday

Baz is trying to be like Scott Weiland (shirtless guy in picture below)












Another great Stone Temple Pilots song:

Meatplow

Fine place for a day full of breakdowns
Takes more than a meltdown to show us how
Throw a tak on the raod stop the meatplow
Got a bullet but it ain't mine

They got these pictures of everything
To break us down , yea to break me down
They make us hate and we make it bleed

But I got a lover and she shows me how
To understand, yeah to understand
I got a brother and well he shows me how,
To make amends yeah to make amends with it.

Take a break from this mousetrap we call home,
Takes more than a message to make me smile
I can feel when she kisses me sleeping
But not when the news is on.