What I Saw On My Walk Yesterday...In Hollywood

This mishmash of housing styles all on the same street.  You've got your Art Deco and your...well, the other ones.

These guys that are really tired of holding this place up.  Seem to have a bit of a rash on their chests - probably eczema if WebMD is anything to go by.  Unsure if it's related to the strain of holding the place up...

This incredibly amazing photo taken by a very talented person.  That I like to call...me.

Well this is clearly where my parents went wrong.  No wonder this blog isn't successful.

And just around the corner from the Catholic education...a different kind of education.  And they deliver.  So...

Apparently he does not deliver but his weed cards are $25 and he is dressed like a marijuana leaf.  You might have to step up your game, Catholic Education....

I'm uncertain about Easter advertising protocol but I don't think Easter eggs go with kegs.  I could be wrong.

Can't imagine why anyone would put this couch out on the street - the fabric is lovely.  You can make that work in any room.

And look a contrasting two-seater!

I would like a Covertible.  And a Pass Van.  And then I would like to know what they are.

Just a little something I spray-painted while out on my walk*.

Wandered through the Hollywood Farmer's Market - they don't like you taking pictures so I pretended to take a selfie.  In hindsight, my selfie looked better.

A fine picture of the stalls with a bunch of annoying people in the way.

Arty shot of El Capitan box office.  Santa stuck in the eaves and in terrible pain...

Grauman's Chinese Theater...and all the people in the world.  Don't go over there.

The joy that is Hollywood and why I walk.  And never go there.

More Hollywood class - who wouldn't go to a bar called the Rusty Mullet with kids on the roof.  That kid looks petrified and has backed into the corner.  Someone get the baby off the roof!!!

Spidey takes a quick break.  Spidey not as limber as he used to be.  And quite grey...

Hollywood stars - I make a habit of not stepping on the stars as I think it's rude.  I am the only person who thinks this and it makes me look like I'm playing hop scotch.  Luckily it's Hollywood and I look completely normal.

Had myself a dramatic moment outside of here.  Did a farewell WWII scene.  Did not get noticed.

I don't know what this is.  I just know it doesn't work anymore.

Jim Henson Studio - that is the happiest place on earth.  Except for the fact that he's dead.  But Kermit is still alive.

Better keep my walking speed down

Oh oh - 42 in a 35 mile zone.  My legs are going lickety split

No big deal, just a cow eating a flamingo.  Happens all the time here.

We've fallen and we can't get up...

Game anyone?  Just FYI - Scrabble is my sport.  You will not take me in this.

Looks like a good night out.

Get your animal skins here! 

Just drive through and pick up your cancer.  No need to be inconvenienced

Trees.  Or spaghetti.  Well, it was an Italian restaurant.

Urban tree.  It'll make it, plenty of life left in that.

Official Hollywood sign which is very unHollywood looking.  Just a suggestion but I think glitter might be the key here.  And a BeDazzler...

Unofficial Hollywood sign.  Probably didn't make the cut.  Because of being backwards and all.  And no glitter...

Top right - you missed a bit.

Turtles kissing.  Very similar to turtles fighting as the little one barely escaped with his life moments after this touching moment was taken.

Hi, hi...just going to climb up over you.  No, don't move, I got this.  Update:  Did not got this and fell back in the water where it swam off in mortified silence.

Newly dating.  As usual the man is uncomfortable with a little too much PDA from his turtle.

Unrelated to anything but a pretty good picture of Jax from SOA. 

My neighborhood is well-protected.

And I'm pretty sure this is what they mean by security.  Animal Defense Technology.  Level: Lion

Safety (and Albert) first.

And to finish up this walking series, a delightful video of turtles.  Unaccompanied by music because I don't know how.

 

 *Well it was already done when I got there, but that's what I was going to do...

Weekends

Every once in a blue moon every Saturday and Sunday, I like to sleep in, laze around, not get showered or dressed and do nothing. It's kind of my secret shame and I'm exposing it to the world (because the world reads my blog) in the hopes that I will do something about it. Which is unlikely. I do lie in bed and feel guilty about the kids having to get their own breakfast, entertain themselves and get ready for the day and then I remember that I have imaginary children and they are just fine. In fact I'm doing an excellent job of raising them. I give myself 10 points and stay in bed. The only problem is that during the week, dragging myself out of bed when the alarm clock goes off looks like a zombie apocalypse but on the weekends, I'm wide awake at 6am - I lie there and focus really hard on going back to sleep but it's useless. My body says sleep but my brain wants to lie there and think about every stupid decision I've ever made.  Which is a lot.

This Saturday was no exception so I lay and read instead. Then I got hungry so got up and took laziness to a whole other level - put a skirt on and wore it as a dress because I was too lazy to put on a top. I barely made it to the couch before I had to sit down and relax some more. I tried to mentally cook my eggs but that does not work. So I sat there and weighed up my laziness versus my hunger. Laziness reigned supreme for another hour and then hunger reared its ugly head so I made food. Which was exhausting and resulted in a another spell on the couch.

I thought about doing some laundry which also does not actually mean laundry gets done. Even if you think real hard. Eventually you catch up on all your recorded shows and boredom makes you leave the house. So you go to Rite-Aid and have a fight with the photography department - turns out 2 day photos means 7 day photos. If your original offer was an hour, how is it now taking 7 days?  Stop off at Target to buy a cake pan and spend the equivalent of a small country's GDP. Drop in at the local 99c store and get the same amount of stuff as purchased at Target for $25. Drive back to Target and return the mango cutter, ornamental pepper plant and both skirts. Drive to Trader Joe's, circle parking lot several times looking for a car park, decide that food is not necessary this week and go home to collapse on the couch. Again. And that was just Saturday.

Sunday was a little bit different because I'd made plans to meet a friend at the Farmer's Market, which I immediately regretted once I woke up and the laziness took over. But plans are plans so I made my way there. I cannot in all honestly say that I showered. But I did leave the skirt-dress-top combo at home. And of course it was totally worth it once I got there. Turns out, I actually saved myself some time and effort by eating samples - that way you don't have to make yourself breakfast.

After all that excitement, it was time to head back to the couch. And then without any warning, Sunday was over.  Thankfully I accomplished all of my goals of nothing. I'm an over-achiever.

I make no apologies for my laziness, I'm just sorry when someone knocks on the door and I get caught with bed hair and a skirt as a dress*. I work hard during the week and one of the joys of being childless and single is that you can do whatever you want...because you are hidden away in your house and no one can see your shame. Also, this is all lies, I actually ran 20 miles both days, cleaned house from top to toe, did my laundry and everyone else's in the neighborhood, wrote an award winning novel, made cakes for bake sales at my imaginary kids' school and changed the oil in the car. What did you do?**

*However I do crawl around on the floor like a ninja so that they can't see me.  On occasion this has backfired and I have been seen crawling around the floor, apparently in a very un-ninjalike fashion.
**Sentence designed to make you feel lazy and inadequate which is totally unnecessary because obviously I didn't do any of those things, I am trying to make a point which has gotten lost because I forgot what it was.  If you're feeling like you might be a bit lazy, here are the 5 symptoms of laziness:

1.