Now, my animals know better than to be on the couch; actually its the dog that isn’t allowed on the couch, but guess who I found sleeping when I returned from a quick trip to the restroom. Shane on you, Juliet.
Sometimes all we need is a stroll through the park. Bianca was terribly bored and so was my sister. We decided to walk 2.3 miles at the park instead of hiking up Mt. Rubidoux. Good choice.
This is one sight that will forever be engrained in my memory. My dad, on football Sunday, messing with a barbeque. Since he moved from my childhood home, my dad hasn’t been quite the same. The party house on Mandalay disappeared and now we chill in where the fuck is Nuevo? but on this playoff Sunday, we partied, watched football, drank and I bought a Kaepernick jersey. Good times, but more importantly, GREAT memories.
My tools for the day. Hope my sister loves her new totally rad hair. I always say I’m a semi-professional. Never went to school but I’m awesome with hair dye.
I realize I’m a day too late, but I had a killer migraine yesterday. I did manage to make it to class. And this is what kickboxing aerobics looks like on the first day of classes. Fun huh?
I love being a college student.
The sauce packet that started it all
Duke and Viola. Sometime in 2015. Shakespearean wedding? Possibly. But I think I’m going for the whole prom theme.
Hamlet was a loner. He sat on that corner post contemplating suicide but didn’t have the guts to complete the task. He waited, instead, for the cruel elements of southern California to take care of that. Minute by minute, rain drop after rain drop he sat, getting thinner and wasting away until he became no more. Such a sad sight to see. Poor Hamlet.
I searched everywhere for a friend. All I found was nothing. There it was, all alone, in a grassy field. Soon, it would be stepped on my unruly elementary schoolers, but for the moment, there it stayed. It moved gently with the breeze, I waited for it to blow away, but it didn’t. It clung to the blades of grass until that school bell rang. Like magic, a gust of wind came and swept it away, leaving only memories… and this photo.
Bianca and I have a strange relationship. She’s my daughter and my only child. I LOVE her to the death. She is the reason I breathe. Sometimes, as all kids do, she gets on my absolute last nerve. We argue, we get mad at each other, but in the end I am all she has. Her father is absent. Duke is her future step dad but he’s got his own kids to worry about. But today, I captured it:
She is my world.
It’s Sunday. That means classes begin tomorrow. This quarter I will be a 28 year old girl. I will use the purse that Duke got me for Christmas even though I have NEVER carried a purse before. Sometimes being a girl is quite awesome.
Viola's World 