This week in pictures...

In honor of my favorite weekly Thursday posting HERE...

We will review the past week of April 10-17, 2011 as it was captured:

we're real classy people

 

 

 

David fulfilled my wildest fantasy by taking me down to U Pull U Pay.  JK.  It's one of those places I talk a lot of shit about, but can't resist my curiosity to go and see who needs car parts on a Saturday afternoon.  It was beautiful weather, and we successfully found a few Tacomas, 4Runners and Jeeps, of course none of them had the parts we needed.  It's so crazy how all the parts of a car can be pulled.  EVERY. SINGLE. PART.  On the ground are a million bolts, odometer needles, seatbelt buckles, car handles, hoses, gaskets, pumps, fuses, and little itty pieces of safety glass.  I am a firm believer that the pull and pay lot is haunted.  You are surrounded by 500 beat to shit cars and many of them look like the passengers must have died upon impact.  Dave laughs at me, but I feel it...all around...those ghosties...just watching us pull their car parts.  I also believe that the lot is a likely place to be murdered, this is not to say that the people who go there are not the most upstanding fellow citizens of our fair city, but as I look down the rows of FU**ED UP autos, I expect to see someone's feet being dragged under a car (I need to stop watching tv).  My final belief about the car lot is that 90% of the cars either belonged to DWI drivers, or DWI victims...very lame NM.  Oh yeah, one more car lot judgment:  the sections for domestic cars (Chevy, Pontiac, Dodge, Ford) are ginormo and separated by make, whereas the section for foreign cars is pretty small, mainly contains cars from the 70s and 80s, and all of them are grouped into one section that is less than half the size of the Ford section...just sayin...

 

See our lovely volcanoes in the distance? One more car note...  the main reason I agree to go is because I believe someday I will find a million dollars of border smuggled drug money in one of these cars.  Not too far from the truth?

 

I bought some flowers and plants this weekend to kick start my Spring time cheer.  It worked.  I also did some fierce yard work in D's mom's front yard and it felt good to get all stinky and dirty and have my muscles sore from my hardcore raking and monster tight pruning (and yes, that's the full moon rising in the distance.  Can you believe it's been a month since super moon?)

 

Have you ever met someone addicted to succulents?  Hi.  My name is Rebecca and I've never met a succulent I didn't like.  I love them.  They are unique, a-sexual, and can survive the harshest droughts by storing moisture in their little body parts.  Little survivors.  And did I mention how unique they are?  Everytime I go to Lowe's, I find a new one I've never seen before.  I especially like the one that looks like butt cheeks and also can't resist a little cactus :)

We had an impromptu dog-shadow-afternoon-photo-shoot.  No animals were harmed, and afterwards, they both got oatmeal shampoo dog baths.

This is my favorite baby boy.  I watched him last Sunday and after he took a huge leaking dookie in his diaper, I realized that my sister forgot to bring extra diapers and wipes.  I jumped into action.  He got a thorough spray off in the shower and then I created some "big boy undaweahs (underwear)" out of some old school white cotton lady hanes her way that I have taking up space in my drawer from my days in India.  He liked them and was a great model.  I especially love the 'over-the-shoulder' look.  LLLLLLOVE my Narayan  <3 <3 <3 (oh yeah, and the next day I dried my face off with the towel I used on him...BIG mistake...it smelled like caca.  A warm preview of parentood?)