Reason #68 why I love this town

It was on the list of top 10 cities in LA County against Prop 8.

And we're not even on the Westside!

It's a bedroom community (what does that mean, anyway?), full of families who come here for the schools.

What a nice place to live.

Pretty pictures for a Friday

Sometimes, if I'm driving along and I see a gorgeous house and I've got my camera with me, I stop and take a picture of the house.

Look what I found in my archives:

I park in front of this one when I go to the gym.


You can't really see it, but there is a drop-dead gorgeous porte-cochère.
It looks like a tree is growing out of the chimney. Sorry about that; I snapped this photo really fast.

Oh my Lordy, if we won the lottery I would totally buy one of the houses in this neighborhood. Making sure there was enough money leftover to have someone clean it for me on a regular basis. And for a gardener. *** Le Sigh ***


Those houses, breathtaking as they are, are not representative of the local architecture. One of the things I LOVE about our town is that all of the homes are so different from one another - so we really have ALL types here.

That being said, the California Craftsman style started here in this very area, and it is GORGEOUS.







My old house kind of paid tribute to the style...


**Sigh** again. I love my new house, but I really do miss my old one, too.


This is for Jess. I'm not sure that she will see it, but it's for her.

This is my old house's stove:


And this is my new house's stove and two ovens:



(All pictures are mine except two of them. Google Images.)

such a nice boy

...just stepped inside from surreptitiously watching my kids playing with the neighbor kids on their front lawn. The neighbor boy is eight, and I am always telling people, "he is SUCH a NICE boy."

...just witnessed a good example:

He's getting the littler kids (my younger two, who are five and three, and his four-year-old sister) to play tug-o-war. He keeps giving them instructions: "no, you all get together down at the other end!" "Now, pull as hard as you can!... no, stop! Come back up on the lawn! Back up on the lawn! Everyone get closer together down at that end! Pull hard as you can! Get back up on the lawn! Try to pull me over!"

etc. etc. A LOT of instructions.

But when everything finally went the way it was supposed to, it turned out that what he was trying to do was get them all to pull hard so he could let go and they would all fall down. And he could laugh at them.

But he is a nice boy, because notice all of his instructions of "get back up on the lawn!"? You see, he did not want them to fall while they were standing on the sidewalk!

I love that guy!

My Little Town

Reason #57 Why I Love My Little Town:

(57 is a fun number to pull out of one's ass, isn't it? And I don't even like ketchup. Or catsup.)

Last night after dinner the kids and I walked to the Library. (Did I mention that my brother and his wife are staying with us and The Hubby is out of town and I am being Super Mom for a few days? Yeeeaaa me)

Inside Our Local Library

Big Girl did her homework and the other two did puzzles and computer games and we all looked at books.


On the walk home, at about 8 pm, we passed by a man out working on his car. "Evenin'," he said, "what are you up to tonight?"

"We're heading home from the Library. What about you?"

"Just filling up our cars with vegetable oil! Have a nice night!"


Things are good in our little town.