Miss Loosha

So, this year, I had the pleasure of serving on a team with one Miss Lucia M.  She was the model team leader this year in the way that she never let on to those of us she was leading what was going on in her personal life.  She played her cards very close to her chest, and, even when we did catch wind of things, she still maintained her distance.  As a leader should and must.  So, I respect her for that.

But, now that the year is done, it's time to tell secrets.  Well, not secrets, but it is certainly time to hang out.

Lucia (or as I affectionately call her, Loosha) went to LACMA today where we did the tour of the American and Latin American art wings.  Now, those are not my typical areas, but I'm glad she made me go.  In the Latin American wing, there's this huge mural based off of the 1965 Watts riots that is both amazing and full of this beautiful rage and violence.  Gah, it was wonderful.  I was so excited to be there.  I felt inspired just walking through there...got me re-excited about life and starting new projects.

Then, we went to one of my new favorite places in Los Angeles:  Psychobabble, this coffee shop in Los Feliz near Rene's favorite restaurant.  So, reclining in our matching red wingback chair, I sipping a cafe cocoa while she nibbled a cookie, I was regaled with stories from the life of an aloof team leader.  It was fascinating, but in the interest of privacy and not telling everything I know, you'll have to wait for the book version before this story gets told.

Suffice it to say, I had a good evening.  I called Rene and woke him up, we chatted for a bit and he went to bed.

My style guide for one of my websites is against the Oxford comma.  I am personally for it but now I fear that I'm going to start leaving it out because I'm used to ignoring it, much to the shame of Ms. Carter, my fifth grade English Language Arts teacher.

Sour Patch Kids are my crack.

Getting up and going to the gym is rocking my world this week.  I should have done it all year.  Granted, that would have required getting up at 4:30 AM.  Maybe it wouldn't have been worth it after all.

Catie has called me three times in two days.  It's like the old days in communication about everything, and I'm loving it.  Communication with the outside LA world is an unexpected boon of the self-employed life.