Thursday, August 19, 2010

The Promised Land

The Eastman Family Car and Trailer -- 1941

In 1941 the Eastman Clan -- a young father and mother and their 10 children -- left good ol' South Dakota and headed southwest to the promised land -- Los Angeles, California.

My Mom was one of those 10 children, but she was just one year old at the time and has no recollection of the trip.  My Aunt Helen, however, who's just a tad bit older than Mom, still has vivid memories of the trip to Los Angeles and their first night in their brand new three bedroom, one bath home:

"It had a toilet with running water!  And that first night, all us kids flushed it over and over until Dad finally came in and told us enough."

What a cute memory.  Children really are delighted by the simplest of things, which I think we've somehow forgotten in today's society.

A few years after the Eastman Clan settled in, baby #11 was born.  And with the birth of my Aunt Bea, the Eastman Clan was complete.  Having lots of Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins really made growing up a lot of fun!

Life is good.

Friday, August 13, 2010

The Undeniable Sexiness of Thongs

T. G. I. F.

It's the weekend, and the first thing on my to-do list is to shed my conservative side.  No more mundane business wardrobe for me -- it's two days of sexy tees, tight jeans and my favorite thongs.  Hubba, hubba! 

Thongs make me feel sexy, even at the ripe ol' age of 43!  I still like showing a little skin, and I don't think Mr. Paws minds -- pretty sure he like thongs, too -- on me, NOT him.

My collection of thongs can't be rivaled -- the array of styles, the vibrant colors, fun patterns, and some pairs even tout designer labels.  Having a large variety of thongs does tend to make the selection process a little more difficult, though.  There's really an art to choosing the perfect pair for whatever the occasion may be -- Poolside barbecue and you're wearing white linen shorts, or maybe an evening out at a club, and you've painted on your skinniest of jeans . . . so much to consider, right Ladies?

I'm not quite sure what the age cut off is for wearing thongs (My 26-year-old daughter would say I should have been cut off years ago), but until the thong police hunt me down, and strip me of my thong-wearing rights, I'm going to continue buying and wearing them proudly.

In honor of all the fabulous forty somethings out there, I'd like to share a pic of me wearing my favorite pair.  But before you scroll down, please make sure the kids aren't in the room.  I don't need the real police paying me a visit.

Okay, all clear?

 My favorite pair of thongs -- they're silver and shimmery, and I love 'em!

Happy Friday!  

Which pair of thongs will you be wearing this weekend?  

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

The Art of Love

My husband may not tell me how much he loves me as often as I'd like, but he sure does show me . . .

A few days after I took these pictures at the Huntington Library in Pasadena, I came home to find each of them encased in a beautiful dark wood, modern frame, all three hanging perfectly in a vertical display.

Cotton Candy



"You're a talented photographer," he said.  "These pictures are beautiful . . . they're art." 

If that's not love, then I don't know what is.

I'm a lucky girl . . . And, yes, Love is Blind!

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

I Married A Stormtrooper

On July 21, 2004, exactly six glorious years ago, I married a Stormtrooper.  Now, I know what you're thinking, and, yes, the Ewoks did kick the crap out of the Stormtroopers, but not my hubby -- Princess Leia kicked the crap out of him.  

: )  

In all sincerity, my hubby's a great guy, a man's man, and he's as humble as they come -- he'd never, for a second, even consider bragging about his Stormtrooper #2 role, in fact, he's probably gonna kill me when he reads this blog . . . Wait a minute, I just thought of something:  If he does try to kill me, he might opt to use the laser gun, and that would be okay, because really, how great of a shot could he be?  A few teddy bears were able to annihilate an army of Stormtroopers with lots of laser guns, using just a few over-sized slingshots and rocks.  Hmmmm, we've got rocks in our creek . . .  

Despite my Stormtrooper jokes and all the years of poking fun, and refusing to have the hubby's Star Wars - Return Of The Jedi memorabilia adorn our walls . . . despite all that, I do think it's really cool that I married a Stormtrooper.  

For your enjoyment, Honey, I've attached a clip of the Speeder Bike chase scene.

And Happy Anniversary, Babe.  I love you more than life itself, and Luke!  : )