California With Sonya

Destination: Los Angles

Transportation: New Car

Time of Departure: 4 AM

Lodging: Uncle Marciano's House

Points of Interest: Hollywood, Los Angeles Temple, Santa Monica Beach

Food: Snacks and Jack in the Box Tacos

The trip was last minute.

So that means is was unorganized.

But the trip was well past due.

Our food.

Poor Michael Jackson.

Gotta love Sesame Street.

Interesting.

I love to see the temple.

The end.

I'm Licensed

I passed my theory exam. I passed my practical. That means I am officially a cosmetologist.

I Finished Hair School Hell

Late last summer I handed Empire Beauty College $15,000, in loans, to go to "hair school" and smiled as I walked out of the front door. Ladies and Gentlemen, I walked out the front door for the last time today, and I cried, because hair school is one of the worst things I have ever had to do.

But, I'm done. I complete 1,600 hours of training in cosmetology, and probably then some. I endured 1,600 hours of smiling at insecure, mean, selfish girls. I put up with 1,600 hours of unorganized Empire Beauty School administration. But, I'm done.

And I'm never going back.

Pontiac G6 - Daughter (Possibly Grand Daughter) of Red Dragon

This is a bittersweet picture.

I remember the day I looked at Red and claimed him unwillingly. He was my car cause I killed my green Elantra. He was ratty, smelled like gasoline, didn't have a stereo, and the paint... well I eventually loved the paint. It took Red and I some warming up before we learned to love each other. Sure we had rough patches (AC, water pump, fuel pump, fuel filter, gasoline tank, belt eating, power steering) but he was the best.

Then Brett met him. He fell in love as most do. The flames you get over, but the power behind the steering wheel is what usually wins you over.

Parker loved him at first sight. A true Red Dragon fan at heart. He understood what Red really was: a race car.

This is my official goodbye to Red Dragon. I love you, forever and always.