Hugs and fun! Lumpy, M. and Daughter.
Lumpy and M, 11 years after their last mutual sighting.
You gotta love this one! 
The A Family. Cute as buttons. Can't buy longtime friends with money! There's just love!
Don't even think about comparing them to the Adams family! They're too cute for that.
I went to the A's house during my one week break between summer session and fall semester, which started yesterday.
It was an hour long haul to their home, but once there, I promptly forgot that any major metropolitan area was in driving distance.
It was great to reconnect with M. and D., whom I haven't seen in over 10 years. That's way too long for people I consider friends.
Their three kids are cute, respectful, and full of energy!
Does it make this still single thirty-something want to bear her own? Ummm... Jury's still out on that one!
M. and I talked about three or so hours about everything... Marriage, house additions, my fibroids, surgery, broken engagement, her husband D's still new pastoral ministry/career. Funny thing is that M. never meant to marry a pastor. When he was considering the idea while they were in undergraduate school, she informed him that was not in her plan, and if it was in his, they should just end the relationship and move on.
They didn't.
And she didn't marry a pastor.
But she acquired a one who already happened be her husband.
Providence spoke, changes were made, and M. didn't put up a fuss when D. told her about five years ago he believed he was inspired to enter the ministry.
"So when are we moving," said M.
And the rest is history.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
The A. Family
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Photos
Washington Monument. I took this photo when traipsing the mall during one of our journalism exercises. Kinda looks like it would be cold, but it was hecka hot and humid!
Lumpy and veteran journalist Helen Thomas
AJJ!
Her husband KJ!
Guess who?
The Goings On
Graves at Arlington. Kind of surreal...
Natalie, suburban, and Dubya's temporary housing... Unless he figures out a way to get another presidential term.
Lumpy, a white suburban, and Dubya's temporary housing.
Lumpy and Natalie. Nat is from Lille, France. We were scavenger hunt partners. A man, who I swear was either drunk, or high on life, took this photo.
Uzo and Lumpy. Uzo is originally from Nigeria. She's hilarious!
Self Explanatory
View of a memorial to women at Arlington National Cemetery
Boot camp ended Friday.
Everyone was glad when we all gathered for drinks at Guapos that afternoon.
Hot, sweaty, and tired we were… some from scouring the city looking for our scavenger hunt clues… and others just plumb worn out from carrying Vicky's and shoe store bags.
Folks say "pimpin' ain't easy," but hey, neither is shopping! Carrying all those bags will have you "on swoll" as we say in the hood… which essentially means you're super-buff.
I'm determined to keep this journey chronicled with photos included so that my family and maybe two others will actually read it. They're posted above. I'm still trying to figure out a way to get this program to do my will instead of what it tells itself to do.
Shopping and Organizing
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm tired of shopping.
Money can be flighty if you don't tell it the proper things to do. Sometimes the things you tell money to do for you are necessary… sometimes those things you want money to do will keep you from looking and feeling like a disorganized mess. Sometimes those things you tell money to do will hopefully keep visitors from thinking (then knowing) you're a first class pig because you're not just feeling like a disorganized mess… you ARE one.
So you are stuck. Either you hide all your things in a junk drawer, or you hit the dollar store for storage solutions because too much shopping at the Container Store will break your bank. Or, you look at Ross, because you think the storage at the dollar store is cheesy and loud and doesn't match your bathroom color scheme… and you (I'm so talking about myself right now) find some really cute baskets at Ross that are on clearance! Who cares if they have fire trucks embroidered on the little cloth liners… Face that liner to the wall, out of sight, and organize those toiletries!
I wish I could say "The Basement" is complete. (That's what I affectionately call my current dwelling-place. It's a basement, but not dungeon-like in any way. I have a separate entrance, bathroom, kitchen, and it even came with some furnishings! I think it's a cute setup!)
This week, I've been re-organizing The Basement. I want to find a frame for a poster I got from my Spain days. I'll hang it so The Basement will have even more of a LumpyLiz touch.
Everyone was glad when we all gathered for drinks at Guapos that afternoon.
Hot, sweaty, and tired we were… some from scouring the city looking for our scavenger hunt clues… and others just plumb worn out from carrying Vicky's and shoe store bags.
Folks say "pimpin' ain't easy," but hey, neither is shopping! Carrying all those bags will have you "on swoll" as we say in the hood… which essentially means you're super-buff.
I'm determined to keep this journey chronicled with photos included so that my family and maybe two others will actually read it. They're posted above. I'm still trying to figure out a way to get this program to do my will instead of what it tells itself to do.
Shopping and Organizing
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm tired of shopping.
Money can be flighty if you don't tell it the proper things to do. Sometimes the things you tell money to do for you are necessary… sometimes those things you want money to do will keep you from looking and feeling like a disorganized mess. Sometimes those things you tell money to do will hopefully keep visitors from thinking (then knowing) you're a first class pig because you're not just feeling like a disorganized mess… you ARE one.
So you are stuck. Either you hide all your things in a junk drawer, or you hit the dollar store for storage solutions because too much shopping at the Container Store will break your bank. Or, you look at Ross, because you think the storage at the dollar store is cheesy and loud and doesn't match your bathroom color scheme… and you (I'm so talking about myself right now) find some really cute baskets at Ross that are on clearance! Who cares if they have fire trucks embroidered on the little cloth liners… Face that liner to the wall, out of sight, and organize those toiletries!
I wish I could say "The Basement" is complete. (That's what I affectionately call my current dwelling-place. It's a basement, but not dungeon-like in any way. I have a separate entrance, bathroom, kitchen, and it even came with some furnishings! I think it's a cute setup!)
This week, I've been re-organizing The Basement. I want to find a frame for a poster I got from my Spain days. I'll hang it so The Basement will have even more of a LumpyLiz touch.
I also plan on visiting a high school friend later in the week.
Entertainment News
Entertainment News
I remembered my computer has a DVD player!
I don't have to sit around wishing I had a TV anymore!
I rented a couple of movies yesterday and watched them both.
(Actually, they both watched me for some portion of the movies... that didn't change in the cross country move...)
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Familiar Places and Faces
LumpyLizard
(above) Point Vicente Lighthouse (below)
(above) Point Vicente Lighthouse (below)
Bitting one of Bens' Veggie Burgers
Faces that have become familiar!
Faces that have become familiar!
Familiar Places and Faces
By LumpyLizard
I’ve been in the D.C. area for t a month. My days are full and my nights late, and I haven’t been lonely…
It’s still great to see familiar places and faces.
The places I don’t actually visit… They’re just photos of those spots I’ve loved so much I had to take them with me.
The Point Vicente lighthouse is one of those places. It’s located on the constantly shifting Palos Verdes Peninsula which is south of Los Angeles.
http://www.palosverdes.com/pvlight/
The fact that the PV Peninsula shifts (and I can tell with each visit where the road has been re-patched) doesn’t really bother me. I always recall when I drive the coast in PV a story announcing the 18th hole at a PV golf course just fell into the ocean one day.
http://gsa.confex.com/gsa/2005CD/finalprogram/abstract_85433.htm
It doesn't bother me very much maybe because La-La Land is known for her occasional tectonic shivers.
Anyway, while home, I loved to break away from the noise of La-La land and take a drive to PV every now and again, especially on sunny days… Just to feel the wind, see the ocean sparkle, see the outline of Catalina Island… http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/california/catalina-island.php
On a couple of trips, I would drive by to view the remains of Marineland, which used to be the Southern California alternative to Sea World, until it closed down roughly 20 years ago… http://employees.oxy.edu/jerry/marineland.jpg
http://www.surrealcoconut.com/urban_ruins/southerncal/marineland.htm
Now, they’re putting up some ritzy hotel/condo hybrid thingamuhjiggey. I actually went there once and got a brochure, as if they’d let my broke tail up in there.
I don't have so many favorite familiar places in this area… yet. I’m taking applications, though. *smile*
I’ve been in the D.C. area for t a month. My days are full and my nights late, and I haven’t been lonely…
It’s still great to see familiar places and faces.
The places I don’t actually visit… They’re just photos of those spots I’ve loved so much I had to take them with me.
The Point Vicente lighthouse is one of those places. It’s located on the constantly shifting Palos Verdes Peninsula which is south of Los Angeles.
http://www.palosverdes.com/pvlight/
The fact that the PV Peninsula shifts (and I can tell with each visit where the road has been re-patched) doesn’t really bother me. I always recall when I drive the coast in PV a story announcing the 18th hole at a PV golf course just fell into the ocean one day.
http://gsa.confex.com/gsa/2005CD/finalprogram/abstract_85433.htm
It doesn't bother me very much maybe because La-La Land is known for her occasional tectonic shivers.
Anyway, while home, I loved to break away from the noise of La-La land and take a drive to PV every now and again, especially on sunny days… Just to feel the wind, see the ocean sparkle, see the outline of Catalina Island… http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/california/catalina-island.php
On a couple of trips, I would drive by to view the remains of Marineland, which used to be the Southern California alternative to Sea World, until it closed down roughly 20 years ago… http://employees.oxy.edu/jerry/marineland.jpg
http://www.surrealcoconut.com/urban_ruins/southerncal/marineland.htm
Now, they’re putting up some ritzy hotel/condo hybrid thingamuhjiggey. I actually went there once and got a brochure, as if they’d let my broke tail up in there.
I don't have so many favorite familiar places in this area… yet. I’m taking applications, though. *smile*
I'm glad the faces are becoming familiar.
I got to visit a local joint on Friday with some SOC ladies. Ben’s Chilli Bowl. Now I am always on the late freight, and had never heard of the place, and realized that it’s one of those Aunt Kizzy’s Back Porch (http://auntkizzys.com/ )or Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles (http://www.roscoeschickenandwaffles.com/) or Pink’s (http://www.pinkshollywood.com/) kind of places. Ben's is not all ritzy by any means, but it has some good food, great customer service, constant traffic, and hey it has those autographed photos of famous folks on the walls. Who can resist James Brown, Bill Cosby and Bono as wall paper?
I got to visit a local joint on Friday with some SOC ladies. Ben’s Chilli Bowl. Now I am always on the late freight, and had never heard of the place, and realized that it’s one of those Aunt Kizzy’s Back Porch (http://auntkizzys.com/ )or Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles (http://www.roscoeschickenandwaffles.com/) or Pink’s (http://www.pinkshollywood.com/) kind of places. Ben's is not all ritzy by any means, but it has some good food, great customer service, constant traffic, and hey it has those autographed photos of famous folks on the walls. Who can resist James Brown, Bill Cosby and Bono as wall paper?
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