Archive for January, 2011

Year Of Photos: Day 3

Since Scoops has opened a location on the Westside, I’ve been trying to pace myself with my visits. I went for the first time last week after reading a few rave reviews on Twitter and was pleased to see that their ice cream was indeed worth the hype.

So today, on my day off, what better way to kill time and get a shot in for my Year of Photos project?

day 3: scoops westside

Can I Seduce You, Mrs. I?

My mom works for an elementary school in Los Angeles. As such, she receives Christmas presents from her co-workers and students. One of the gifts she received this year was a pair of earrings and two necklaces. Although not at all in her taste, they actually were quite pretty. The first necklace was this:


I’m thinking I’ll be borrowing this in the near future. The other necklace, on the other hand, is a little tricky to wear:


I actually had to pull down my shirt in order to show the whole thing. I’m guessing this is what it would look like if I actually had boobs (like some of my friends):


This gift cracks me up. My mom is not one to wear anything low cut, so this necklace is completely wasted. I’m not that tall, so unless I get invited to some kind of industry dinner party or am on a date, I won’t be wearing this any time soon either.

My father actually said that it looks like a third nipple on me. *cough* Thanks, Dad.

Maybe the gift giver is trying to drop hints that my mom should put a little more effort into her appearance. (I’ve been threatening for years that I’m going to submit her picture to Oprah for a makeover.) Maybe it’s a clue that they want her to show a little bit more around campus to make their day better. Maybe it’s a reverse Mrs. Robinson situation where the younger person is trying to seduce the middle-aged lady. Or maybe I’m making mountains out of mole hills.

Wait. Do we have moles in LA?

New Year’s Nightmare

My New Year has started off with a nightmare. I’m not sure if it’s a good or bad sign, or if it’s a sign of the future apocalypse that will happen in 2012. Much of it was too scary to mention (I’m sleeping with a light on tonight), but the part that was most disturbing to me: my grandpa came back as a zombie. He didn’t have the decayed look of a movie zombie – in fact, he looked pretty much as I last saw him. What gave him away was that he was walking stiffly, holding his head to the left (kinda like the opening part of the zombie dancers in “Thriller”).

I’m guessing this was his way of complaining that I haven’t been to visit his grave recently.

The worst part of the dream is that the zombies were able to multiply with both living AND dead people. I’m still trying to figure out if there’s meaning behind this, or if it’s a sign that falling asleep while watching old Woody Allen movies is a definite no-no.