There’s something about old friends. Here I am pictured above with my friend of 21 years, Robyn. She’s unfortunately in town due to some unforseen circumstances, and so what do you do with friends when they are visiting due to unforseen, sad circumstances? You….
A. Drive up cemetary streets backwards. I kid you not. See Exhibit A below:
This is Robyn driving up a gravity hill in Rose Hills. Check out this link on You Tube to see how weird, yet fun it is. All that Robyn did was put her mom’s car in neutral and we glided up hill. Over and over again….
B. You visit Octomom’s house! No pictures. Robyn was a chicken.
But she did scream out to one of Octomom’s neighbor’s “I LIKE YOUR CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS!” (LOL…) I on the other hand have snapped so many from when she first moved in that it’s unbelievable. As Robyn said, I took her on the pseudo celebirty tour.
And we of course did other normal activities for grown women, such as hit the scrapbooking store. (BOOORING!
) And saw pretty Christmas trees.
This tree signifies Christmas for me. And obviously for Robyn also since she wondered when it would turn on, as did I. This tree of lights sits atop a building on Whittier Boulevard that was once occupied by a bank that started this tradition. My mom would often say to my sister and I as kids as we drove by it, “Look at the pretty Christmas tree, girls!” And of course we’d ooh and aah.
And so, of course Robyn and I had to stop and take pictures of this now LED-light masterpiece. Can we say bright??? An urgent care facility now sits where the bank used to be. I of course prayed to not get the swine flu as I got out of the car with hacking people all around us. We lamented that Stat’s, which was next door to this building, has been torn down, but snapped away at the LED light masterpiece on our digital cameras.
Ahhh, the fun that two chicks in their 30s can have.



I wasn’t chicken!!! The first time one of her kids was in front of the house and the second she had her front room curtains wide open!! I have limits, you know
Limits that obviously do not include driving by pseudo celebrities’ homes twice.
LOL! Miss you!