Sweet animals.

Eddie is the adventurous, chubby, sock-eating, and Frisbee-wuvin' cuddle bug.

Ralphie is the contemplative, nervous, eager-to-please, and slightly less chubby comforter.

Kee is the indifferent, attention-seeking (only when SHE wants it), snugglepuss.

They are family, and I am thankful for them every moment. 

Ed and Ralph's Adventure to Iron Mountain

Ed: "Oh Gosh Oh Gosh Oh Gosh!!! I'm in the CAAARR!!!"

Ralph: "I think I'm gonna live up to my name... *Burp*"

Ed: "Oh Gosh Oh Gosh Oh Gosh!!! I'm OUTSIIIIDEEE!!!"

Ralph: "Just stick close to me, brother..."

Tonester.

Ed: "Oh Gosh Oh Gosh Oh Gosh!!! I love DAD!!!"

Ralph: "Oh Gosh Oh Gosh Oh Gosh!!! I love Dad TOO!!!"

Whew. 1/4 mile in 90F heat = thirsty puppies.

Ed: "Oh Gosh Oh Gosh Oh Gosh!!! I love TREES!!!"

Ralph: "Knock it off, Ed. You're trying to overshadow the attention I'm about to get from Dad, and I don't like it!"

Exhaustion.

Saffron (Kee) is indifferent.

Long legged boys!

Lamey McLamerson Here

I'm sorry I haven't posted in so long.

I've been tired. And busy teaching myself how to knit. I'll post pictures of that soon.

Until then, here's a random assortment of stuff from my life:

Saffron enjoys watching the birds out of our bay windows. She doesn't realize some of the crows around here are bigger than her...

We bought a gigantic compressor that's as old as my dad. I slept in the back of the truck the whole time Tony was purchasing it. I really wasn't interested in buying a vintage submarine that weighs a metric ton. Literally.

The only pretty flowers in our yard are spilling over from the neighbor's fence.

Although, the weeds are even starting to look pretty compared to the dirt.

WE HAVE AVOCADOS PEOPLE. And lots of 'em. I have no idea how they taste.

Hummingbird Chronicles

My cat's interest was (exceptionally) piqued by something outside the window today. I walked out on the balcony to check it out. Could it be the amazing marigolds that survived my black thumb, remained dormant for months, and have timidly decided to join the world again?

Probably not.

I brought my camera, my telephoto lens, and some patience to our balcony today. I was rewarded by a hummingbird, also called the lifeblood of my cat's entire existence. Here are some photos I snapped of her while she drank from the Dr. Seuss plants outside of our balcony, followed by a poem by D.H. Lawrence. I chose this particular poem because no matter how tiny these birds are, they will defend their territory TO THE DEATH, and because I think they are magnificent little creatures.

Humming Bird

by D.H. Lawrence

I can imagine, in some otherworld

Primeval-dumb, far back

In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed,

Humming-birds raced down the avenues.

Before anything had a soul,

While life was a heave of Matter, half inanimate,

This little bit chipped off in brilliance

And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.

I believe there were no flowers, then,

In the world where the humming-bird flashed ahead of creation.

I believe he pierced the slow vegetable veins with his long beak.

Probably he was big

As mosses, and little lizards, they say were once big.

Probably he was a jabbing, terrifying monster.

We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time,

Luckily for us.

Overdue Happiness

Sorry this took so long for me to post! I caught a nasty cold right after Valentine's day, and then I've been playing catch-up on everything that got put on the back burner.

The weekend of Valentine's day (and Tony's birthday) was absolutely wonderful. A great friend from college, Brittni, came to visit and fun ensued. You can read about her account of the weekend here. In case you were curious, Tonster bought me a dozen roses for Valentine's day :).

She gave a very thorough description of the weekend on her blog, but I'm going to give you my take as well.

First, we picked up Brittni from the airport on Saturday morning, trolled around the beach and around Balboa park for a bit, ate at a fabulous vegan restaurant, Nature's Express, and enjoyed the wonderful San Diego weather.

I then cooked for 87.5 hours. Okay, not really THAT many hours, but it sure did feel like it. It was down to the wire, people! I was sweating profusely by the time some of my small group girlfriends arrived. Attractive. They were all excited to hang out with Brittni and Tony, eat good bruschetta, eggplant parmesan, strawberry shortcake and King Cake, and play with Saffron!

Yum.

Sunday morning we went to church, and then ate far too much at the soup/salad buffet, Souplantation. Brittni then needed to run 1 kabillion miles to train for her half marathon (which is this weekend!! Hooray Brittni!). I was all "YEAH! LET'S DO THIS!!!"

1 mile later I was convinced that I was dying. The end. Brittni continued to run, while I decided to write my will in the trail dirt.

At some point we also made a little visit to La Jolla cove and the Children's Pool, where the seals were resting and playing. I wanted to hug them, and Brittni suggested that I should not. I also managed to embarrass myself by attempting to parallel park and ended up diagonal, 5 feet away from the curb with old ladies yelling directions at me. Sigh.

Brittni went to my small group with me Sunday night, which meant a lot to me. I was happy.

Monday we made a trek to Julian, CA to eat some pie, walk around, and then eat some more pie. Then we drove another 30 miles on super curvy roads (yaay) to get to the Borrego desert. We took about 15 jumping pictures, none of which were any good.

We did manage to take this beauty. Look closely at our shadow. Remind you of anything? :)

It was a spectacular weekend, and it made me want to live significantly closer to New Orleans.