California

California has been amazing and I'm really sad that I don't have more time here or that I was able to take more pictures.

Here's what I have and these pictures are in no real order:

First photo of myself on California soil - still in the plane. But boy, I sure do look good. It's the California air.

my first meal and also my last before I boarded the plane!

I spent the first night at my Grams where Gizmo woke me up in the morning with cuddles

I cried when I entered my Gramps living room and he was just another photo on the wall. It was too real at this point.

L.A traffic going to pick up my aunt and uncle from LAX

We went to play Bingo @ the Elks. Same building Ryan (Perfect) Gosling parks in front of in Drive (this was the pawn shop).

I was always one fucking number off and on the game on the left the next ball was B13. I was PISSED.

My pup pup Luna snuggling with me in the morning in my old room. It's Ninja Turtle green btw (because I'm awesome like that. Err, well, I was).

It must be the California air but it makes me feel gorgeous.

Hairbows for pool time

Hot tub mean face

I love polka dots, so my Grams bought me a Vera Wang purse from Kohl's. How cute is that?

Grams was INSISTENT that my sister and I pick over her jewelry and take what we wanted. My favorite is the locket necklace that borders the whole picture. See the bow closure? It's missing two chains but that means I can put whatever on it. I can't wait to get home and referb it. There is also an Irish silver dollar that I am to take with me to Ireland when I spread my mom and my grams ashes in Dublin.

[Edit] A few more photo's added from the Entombment and the plane ride:

So the top left box is my Gramps and his first wife. Kinda creepy.

Completely entombed now. We put flowers from his funeral bouquet in the vase. They have to fix the lettering. My grandpa bought this space when the Moselium was first built so it was indoors (they don't do it indoors anymore bc the dead body smell [which FYI wasn't that bad]) and they don't know there's anything wrong until someone passes.
Kind of sad right? So then they fix all the lettering on all of the squares at that time.

That was what I saw when we landed in Atlanta. I was not excited to fly into that. Piss off Issac.

Oh and just in case you were wondering, MOLLY FUCKING RINGWALD was on my flight from L.A to Atlanta. Yeah. I was freaking out. I wanted to go up there and be like "Hi I've loved you in everything you've ever done. Can we please have girl talk and discuss how hot Judd Nelson was/is pretty please?" but I didn't. She went to the bathroom and I just stared at her like a loon. I'm pretty sure she knew I knew who she was.
I tried to find her after we got off the plane but she lost me. Boo.

And slightly less awesome is this picture from the plane about a million feet in the air (guesstimate) of the moon and the clouds together. I imagined that this must be what Neil Armstrong (and every other astronaut that has gone into space) saw from their shuttle. Then I became sad because as I stared at the moon I wondered if once back on Earth, Mr. Armstrong stared at the moon and said "Yeah, been there, WALKED ON THAT!" It made me sad he passed. I, like every other kid in the world, wanted to be an astronaut when I was little. The fit I threw when someone told me they'd never let me fly because of my asthma. Yeah. I wasn't a tantrum kid but I remember that one vividly.

And that's my trip! I came back to a mountain of stuff to do at work in case you were wondering but that is slightly less interesting compared to everything right? Right.