2010...holy smokes

I used to have all this time to do these year end reviews.  This year I can tell you whizzed by, drama filled, you know...the stuff of movies.  I'm convinced that "The Brideaus" would make an excellent reality show.  Not only could people follow us around to see that 1) Iolani is your typical two-year old, who knows her SBUX drink, 2) Alex would really like to have worm box in the house, but doesn't want to touch the worms, 3) I might have a temper when it comes to photocopies, voicemail, and stupid-ass owners of baseball teams that should remain unnamed.

I don't even remember half of what I did this year.  Actually, I can tell you generally I did the following things:

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Coloring/painting pictures with @msiolani
  • Laundry
  • Yo Gabba Gabba
  • Meetings on different rail and bus projects
  • Church
  • Toy Story 1, 2, and 3....over 30 times EACH
  • Learning how playdough works
  • Planning weekend trips we were too tired to go on
  • Writing about those meetings
  • Figured out that I >>really<< like ramen
  • Changing diapers
  • Make dinners
  • Bathing the child
  • Listening to Alex and Iolani talk about what they want to do now, in 5 minutes, 2 days, 3 months, and next year.
I did some dishes too.  Alex and I were fairly successful in having our date nights.  That will continue.  I like our date nights.  I like my husband more, but the date night is a total bonus.

2011 looks like it is just going to get busier and busier. As soon as we know it, the subway will go to west of Western, Light Rail will go all over LA County, and Iolani will want to go far away to college.  And, Alex and I will go on a four or five MONTH cruise.

To sum it all up...holy poopers scoopers...it has been a busy year.  



Monday, December 27th * 10:00 AM–12:00 noon

Meet at the Corner of 2nd & Main at 10:00 AM

Pizza Afterwards!

Work off that holiday food binge and join your Downtown neighbors for a couple of hours to clear out weeds, trash and other debris and sweep the d.g. back to where it belongs. We will also be giving the feathergrass a “haircut” to clean up the street edge. Bring your own clippers, work gloves, outdoor brooms, and water. Maybe even put some of those out-of-town relatives to work.

For more info contact Cheryl McDonald cherylmcdonald48@gmail.com

The moment

Alex and I were on our "date night" and we got to talking about the need for nightgowns over pjs for Iolani. I was reading about how to make potty training easier, and the first thing I saw was - use nightgowns.  I get it, at 7 a.m. it is easier just to sit, but with PJs....ah, I'm already avoiding the real topic.  Funny huh.

The challenge is we both agree we do not want nightgowns with princesses on them.  We don't really want princess anything in the house (until she asks for it). The idea of the Disney princess still freaks me out. Except for one of the Disney princesses, they all seem to represent this hyper-paternalistic message that I know at one point she will be overwhelmed with it - but until then...no princesses.

So imagine my  surprise/disgust/disappointment when all the nightgowns I find both in the stores and online are pink, ruffly, and fully of princesses.  She loves Toy Story, but all the night clothes are boys PJs. If she wants a Woody t-shirt, it will be in dark blue, brown, or green aka Boy Colors.  Even further, looking around online - Yo Gabba Gabba has little boy underwear, but I can't find YGG girls underwear. So, Iolani runs around in boys underwear from time to time...Eff You - she likes Brobee.  ;-)

We finished that conversation at dinner with no resolution - other than the continued commitment to find ways to avoid subjecting our daughter to the super-sexual marketing drive that will begin to assault her in no time.

Which brings me to the dream I had the other day.  Maybe it was a nightmare...
My dream had me sitting in the living room, Alex doing the dishes (no, it wasn't like that...he does the dishes all the time).
A teenage Iolani comes swooping in the door and proclaims her love for a boy.  And, all the sudden we are talking about the differences between love and lust and ...you know...the first time....

Thank God my alarm clock went off because I seriously woke up freaked the eff out.  I mean whoa... it is one thing to wake up from a dream and be able to leave it behind - you know like the dreams about swooshing down snowy mountain sides and then you hit a tree? But, no - I have to wake up from a dream from Iolani asking Alex and I about sex, relationships, and all that?  OMG...

Skipping back to dinner - I explain the dream, and my only take-away is this: Hey, if I knew I was going to be accountable to my DAUGHTER for my actions in my teens and twenties and early thirties - would I still have done what I've done? Of course, the answer is yes!  Everything is a part of who I am today.  And, the unfortunate part for Iolani is that well...she will ask if we've ever XYZ, and it's highly likely that between Alex and I  - the answer will probably be "Yes, but.... and why do you ask?".

Or, she'll just read back through the archives and read it here.  Or on Twitter.  Or on Facebook.

Toy Story 1, 2 and 3

First, Happy Thanksgiving to everyone out there willing to stumble by Ginny Here & There.
Second, there's a Yo Gabba Gabba show tomorrow at Nokia (I think) and we've got tickets.  Secretly, I'm hoping that Sarah Silverman leads the dancey-dance.

Third, Alex and I have been in Pixar hell for months now and I am going to tell you all about it.

It all started when we had Direct TV, and we recorded Toy Story 2 one evening. We watched it over dinner, and Iolani loved it.  She loved it so much that is became THE movie.  It was a welcomed relief over the 50 bazillion episodes of Yo Gabba Gabba.  But then....we switched from Direct TV to Time Warner and we lost the DVR and Toy Story.

Imagine our moments of despair when Iolani would fall to the floor screaming "I want WOOOOOOOODY" and all we had to offer was Monsters, Inc off of Netflix.

It all got better when I came home from work with Toy Story and Toy Story 2. I put in Toy Story (which I never saw) and we watched a brand new movie.  Then, on Saturday morning Iolani watched TS2.

Alex wondered if Toy Story 3 would be a good first movie to see at the theater with Iolani.  I agreed.  But, as of this past weekend none of the theaters in the neighborhood were showing Toy Story any more.  Of course, Alex was able to track down a theater in Norwalk that was showing it for $3 a person.  SOLD.

 I was worried at one point of the movie.  I really didn't want today to be the day that we would have to explain how a toy dies.  Iolani awesomely sat and watched the movie. At first she wasn't too thrilled for the dark lights and loud previews (seriously - does it have to be that loud?). Once she got into the pop corn, soda, and booster seat....and Woody and Buzz Lightyear - all was well. The whole movie was very good.

Can't wait to take her to the movies again!

I have good neighbors

You know, when I talk about neighbors - historically it has been bad news.  I mean, Baaaaaaad news.  Like the neighbor who let his dogs play on the roof and they ended up falling down the lightwell at Santee Court.  Or, who really could ever forget Art the Ass.  (I wonder what ever happened to him?!?!?)

But, here I can tell you we have good neighbors.  Two examples:

1) Coming home last weekend, Iolani was konked out in her car seat.  As I got her out of her carseat, I started to get excited about the potential for me to get a nap.  If I could keep her asleep, I could get some sleep too.  As I gently pulled her from her car seat, landed her on my shoulder, and headed towards the elevator.

My big fear was that the elevator doors would open and a group of people would be in the elevator chatting it up.  When that happens, Iolani wakes right up and then....booo!  No nap time for me!

But, last weekend, the elevators door opened up, and three people  were in the elevator.  One was on her cell phone, and the other two were chatting it up.  The moment they saw Iolani was asleep, the woman simply ended her call, and the two others just went silent.  OMG - you have no idea how grateful and appreciative I was that my neighbors could understand that she needed to stay asleep.

And - it was awesome.  She slept until the next day.

2) I was in the laundry room tonight.  We have a washer/dryer in our unit, but when I get behind on laundry - I'll use the laundry room to get caught up.  When I got to the laundry room, two washers were close to the end of their cycles.  I could have simply tossed the wet clothes on to the table and let my neighbor work it out.  But, because I didn't want clothes to back up, I simply put  my neighbor's clothes into the dryer and got that started.  When I came back almost an hour later - my clothes were already in the dryer.  My neighbor had returned the favor of starting my laundry for me. THANK YOU!!!

Now, I know that there will be days of cranky neighbors.  But for this very moment, I feel like I have the kind of neighbor we all wish we had.

Date Night

I realized way too late in the pregnancy that our lives would change forever with the birth of our little girl. Now before you start judging me in regards to my lack of foresight, let me just claim ignorance.

Before Ms. Iolani came along, Alex and I (for the sake of this little story, let’s call us ginalex) spent Friday nights at the movies, Saturdays we’d get out of the house for breakfast at about 2, Sunday – we’d go to church and then spend the rest of the day out and about.  Weeknights were spent here, there, and everywhere.  We were busy bees. Or so we thought.

Then, when the Brideaus came home from the hospital with a new roommate in tow, the wwwwwhhhhhhooooooollllllleeeeeee world started moooooooooooooving atttttttt a muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch slllllllllllllooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr pace. In some regards….

While we had someone watching Iolani full-time, the three of us did everything together.  It wasn’t until our childcare situation changed did we realize that the Brideaus forgot all about “ginalex”.  When Iolani transitioned from homecare to daycare, we had the opportunity to establish every other Friday night as “date night”

Date Night is sacred.

It is.  The first date night, Rosa arrived and Iolani was delighted.  The Ginalex team slipped out of the house for a couple of hours, ate dinner at our pre-Iolani pace, drank wine (gasp!!!), and realized that we still had 90 minutes of sitter time to blow.  We sat up on the rooftop of the building talking about how cool Iolani is.

As our date nights continued, we have improved our ability to stretch out dinner, relax a little bit (as in stop looking at the watch to make sure we are not even one minute late), and enjoy each other’s company. 

I mean, I do like Alex a lot.  ;-) I liked him even before I knew he could change a really really poopy diaper in 90 seconds flat. The diaper-changing thing was a total bonus that I didn’t expect.

We’ve missed one date night.  All three of us were sick, and I just didn’t want to go out that night.  Sure enough, 20 minutes into what would have been date night I thought to myself – Alex and I could have used 3 hours to even just sit at IHOP and drink hot tea.

When I hear couples talk about not having been on a date in years, or even months I tell them about our date night.  I read about it somewhere online about the importance of getting away from the little one(s) and just being the twosome even for an hour. 

I tell friends that you’ve got to find a way to schedule date night.  It is very important.  You need your space, your partner needs space, and your kid needs space.  I can only imagine that Iolani might feel suffocated at times because she’s got TWO people constantly asking her if she’s hungry, thirsty, diaper wet.  And, she knows this is her house, and that Alex and I are merely her accessories.

I’m rambling. 

Date night is important.  While Alex and I spent from 2001 to 2008 going out to dinner, weekend trips to Vegas, random car rides to Oceanside when we meant to go to Pechanga (long story), it is the time since then that we’ve had to carve out our own time to be a couple again.  And each date night, I get to fall more deeply in love than I did the week before.  (cue the awwwwwws)

Oh crap, she’s pulling a Buzz Lightyear off the back of the couch.  Gotta go.


My computer is updating to the server so I have a moment to think about a very specific email that just came in. The subject line reads: "football and $10 pizza score big"

I mean seriously, WTH. Baseball is still in season. Actually, football in our house was serious business. Dad is a dedicated but on-the-down-low Steelers fan. Mom was the showy Seahawks fan. She had the shirts, the earrings. However, Dad had the remote.

All day Sunday and Monday night I knew where I could find my parents. Dad would be camped out in the lazyboy. Mom would be at the sewing machine. Usually football games meant peace in our house. I was never really interested in the game, but I was always amused by how my parents would react to calls. More importantly, if you needed one of them to intercede between my brother or sister, that was the time to get a quick answer.

The best time to ask the life altering questions is when the football is close to the end zone. And, if I didn't get the answer I was looking for, I would ask why once the game was back from commercials.

I figured out quickly not to ask anything during commercials because it was like the telekinetic hold was released during this time.

I can't but to want to have days like this, but I have a lot of peace already at the house. And, if the Rangers can knock the Yankees out of the game...there would be even MORE peace!

Drafted on my iPhone.

4 a.m.

I don't understand. During the week I have to wake her up at 7 ish for school. If I didn't wake her up, maybe she would sleep until 8.

Why is it that she wakes up at 4 ( oh my God it is too early to be up please let me go back to sleep) a.m.?

When she wakes up this early that puts naptime at 10. Church starts at 10. Plus Sunday school starts today at 9. Her not keeping to her schedule leaves us in this lurch.

Who was it that told me kids have a snooze button? Dad?!?!

I have a "when I was a kid" story! When the three of us woke up on Saturday, I distinctly remember keeping ourselves busy without waking up the parents. Like the time I opened up a bag of something with the steal knife? Maybe that story isn't the one to share because I ended up in the ER having slit my hand between my thumb and index finger.

Or, what about the time I was 7 and the three of us headed out the door with car keys.

Or, the time we found the roses make out of frosting that my parents slaves over? Although our tongues were red and dry from all that sugar... We had no idea who ate so many.

Drafted on my iPhone.

Love Thy Neighbor

Today is World Communion Sunday, and throughout the whole wide world a bunch of neighbors got together today broke some bread and drank some wine. It was fun.  It was fun to watch Iolani sing her song.

Okay, the cuteness aside, the sermon today got me thinking about things happening in the neighborhood. As many of us know, we are a rather chatty crew.  But, something's got to give.  In one week, the collective "we" have shown the absolute best and worst attributes of being a good neighbor.

In a couple of days we went from lobbing flaming arrows to sitting around in a cyber circle mediating for Ed's safe return.  No doubt about it, we are a very emotional crew.  But, how weird is it that we can be so mean to one another online?  And, even worse, how weird is it that we are essentially putting together a high school slam book, for the whole world to see?

I love reading BlogDowntown and you should too.  Our neighbors need to come out of hiding, come out of the closet, and be who you are.  More importantly, I feel it is time to end the anonymous commenting.  The anonymous postings on BlogDowntown have done nothing to deepen any of the stories.

For those who want to remain private and share their juicy tidbits, it is possible to contact Eric, or any of the BlogDowntown writers to offer tips.  While I can't speak for any of the BlogDowntown writers, I know enough of them and their honest and reputable character to know and trust their discretion.  I mean honestly - I would trust them to babysit Iolani for at least an hour.  ;-)

I want to "love thy neighbor" - I really do.  If only they'd stop hiding behind the "guest #4" nameplate....

So you want to eat?

The Brideau's are busy people and we like to eat out.  I've been meaning to take a few moments to share with you my 5 favorite places to eat, when Iolani is part of our table's party. 

Late evening work nights: THIS Denny's. Yes, I know it is known as the "Jail Dennys" because of it's proximity to Twin Towers.  Here's why it is such a great place: the evenings, it is usually dead. Maria, our usual waitress is simply the best.  The changing table is clean AND there's usually the changing pad liners.  When you think of Denny's, you don't typically think of a fully stocked changing table...

Just home from work nights: This Wolfgang Pucks. First things first: the servers from top to bottom are awesome, and are great with our daughter. The see through kitchen keeps Iolani distracted.  And, she can eat everything on the menu.  A testament to the staff's know how: Iolani barfed one evening on her way out the door, and like magic - a mop appeared so no one saw a thing.  Better service than what the White House gives President Obama!

Friends-with-kids in town: El Cholo has a great children's menu, big bathrooms, and that back patio is awesome.  It's walkable from the Blue Line's Pico stop, and it's a much cheaper alternative to the latin cuisine at LA Live.

After Church: LA Market at LA Live is a great place to eat, however no one on staff that we've talked to has every had the same answer twice in regards to when breakfast service ends.  And, who ends breakfast so early on a Sunday. This place would be over the top awesome if Sunday Brunch lasted until 3 or 4 or something.  I mean, come-on (!!!) It is LA, and Sunday's are meant for relaxing, egg benedict at 2 p.m. and just one more (please) mimosa for Mommy and Daddy?!?!

Nice evening dinner-with child(ren) in tow: Hands down, without any hesitation, Roy's. #1, make a reservation. #2, refer to the number of children in your party. #3, bring an appetite.  Our last trip to Roy's included Lola and Lolo (aka - the grandparents).  From the moment we walked in the door, we were greeted and felt so welcomed.  Our stroller was set aside in a safe place, and Iolani got the opportunity to take an item from the treasure chest.  The treasure chest had a bunch of different toys for different age groups.  While I tend to bring markers with us on meals, they had a new toy for her.  This kept her occupied long enough to avoid any kind of meltdown.

Once we ordered food, Iolani's food came out quickly and first. Which is great on multiple levels: as a kid she's a slow eater, she was hungry, and she was ready for a new distraction.  The waitstaff was all about making Iolani's evening awesome, which left her in a good mood, the parents in a good mood, and Lola and Lolo thought we were amazing parents because our child was so well behaved at such a nice restaurant.   Added bonus: ice cream was included with her dinner.

A couple of things to keep in mind: We do eat out on a regular basis, so Iolani is used to walking into a restaurant and knowing that we sit (not stand, bounce or scream) in a booth. We will go out for dinner if she's in a good mood. If she's in a pissy mood, we stay in and order in either Pizza, Daily Grill, or Maria's. Alex and I are fairly patient when it comes to Iolani turning things over at the table. Yes, she will move the salt shaker, attempt to singe her hair with the candle, but she's not running around the restaurant. And, most importantly - there's just one of her. Having grown up as one of three and sometimes four children - I know that when there's more than one child involved it is a totally different story.  But - hopefully - some insight into Downtown LA dining with a child in tow. 

From the iPhone

I realize that since twitter and Facebook, I blog a lot less. I realized why: I am more likely to have my phone on me than my computer. So, when I found the iPhone app that let's me post from my phone... I now have high hopes that GH&T will have some sort of rebirth.

Drafted on my iPhone.

Rotary and GSE Ride Again!

The Rotary Club of Los Angeles – Morning Club is looking for young business and professional people to represent them on a cultural and vocational exchange to Bangladesh. Participants will meet with Bangladeshis who are in your field. In addition to “vocational days”, you will get the opportunity to enjoy cultural and humanitarian experiences, while representing Rotary International.

Airfare is paid for by Rotary International. Housing and meals provided by host District 3660.

Application Guidelines
·      Participants cannot be current members of any Rotary organizations
·      Be currently employed for at least 2 years in any profession on a full-time basis
·      Be between 25-40 years of age
·      Work or live in District 5280 (Los Angeles County)
·      Able to travel from February 23, 2011 to March 24, 2011 with your employer's consent

To receive the application and schedule the initial interview, please contact ginny@brideau.net

For more information about the Rotary Club of Los Angeles Morning, visit http://lamorningrotary.org/

Rotary is a worldwide organization of business and professional leaders who provide humanitarian service and help to build goodwill and peace in the world. Rotary’s global membership is approximately 1.2 million men and women who belong to more than 32,000 Rotary clubs in more than 200 countries and geographical areas.

Rotary International, the world’s first service organization, is made up of over 33,000 clubs in more than 200 countries and geographical areas. Its members form a global network of business and professional leaders who volunteer their time and talents to serve their communities and the world.

For more information, visit www.lamorningrotary.org, email ginny@brideau.net or call (213) 248-0698.

Moe on the run!

There was an incident at day care today.  Moe went on the lam. When Alex went to pick her up, the teachers were acting cool and then came the statement: "Iolani's 'friend' is missing, we've looked everywhere, and she hasn't asked for him"

I can imagine a more worse situation: Moe, the teddy bear that she drags around e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. was missing.

The search was on! The last time he was seen was in the outdoor play area. So, as each corner was looked at, the sand box was scoured, each bike evaluated...no Moe.

Once someone looked over in the toddler area, there was Moe!  At the top of the stack of toys.  Sometime after naptime, Iolani must have somehow handed Moe OVER the fence from the Preschool area to the Toddler area to a toddler.

In any case, Moe was located and Iolani was very happy to have her dirty Saks bear back in her arms.

The End.

Homecoming Sunday at First Church

Park (ing) Day

Spring Street Park Information

Again with the Strep

Things I didn't know yesterday, but do know today:
Apparently I have larger than normal tonsils, which increases the risk for infection.
I thought I was coming down with a cold, but when the sore throat didn't go away I started to wonder if I had strep throat.

And then I got this bright idea to check the back of my mouth, and sure enough...there it was.


I'd make the picture bigger, but you get the drift.  I have 10 days of antibiotics and an alternating pill-popping adventure of Tylenol and Ibuprofen.

I'm very glad that I don't have a cold, but something the doctor said this afternoon really stuck with me.  He mentioned that every time this flares up, there's a little bit of scar tissue left behind.  And, by my count, I've easily had this 60 times.  I wonder how much scar tissue is there, and what kind of dremel tool will be used one day to slice it off.

Now before I lose you to the dremel tool link, let me just tell you what ELSE the doctor told me this afternoon.  1) That even though I was told for quite some time that I kept getting strep because I talked too much or too loudly - this was not the reason.  2) It was likely a flare up caused by stress (What? Stress?  No Way!!!) 3) He told me to stock up on the old fashion Listerine.  4) Don't skip meals.

If you look at me, you know I don't skip lunch. And now I know that it isn't because I talk too much!  That's today's takeaway!

P.S.  I'm 50% sorry for posting such a disgusting picture.  I was watching reruns of Glee and felt like being like a snotty high school student-seeking to gross you out for a moment.

Iolani turns two on friday, and all I got was a poopy diaper.

Iolani’s 2nd birthday is next Friday. And in the spirit of my previous employer who drilled the idea of quarterly performance, I would like to take the opportunity to review Iolani’s quarterly successes with you!

Q3 (August and September)
For her first birthday we took her to the Long Beach Aquarium. After a long day, I was in no mood to cook.  We ate at an Alcapulco's in Atwater Village. She ate cake. Once the dust died down from the 1st Birthday/Baptism/Wedding Reception, the three of us continued to unpack after our July move to our current apartment. By her 1st Birthday she was wobbling around and walking.

Once she started walking, the next thing we know she's sprouting teeth and talking!

Q4 (October-December)
As soon as we knew it, it was time for Halloween and costumes.  We figured that since she was obsessed with Yo Gabba Gabba, it was only right that she go as the only character she could pronounce. 

Her addiction to gabba would become well known.

The holidays came, and Christmas was bittersweet.  The woman who had been caring for Iolani on a very regular basis, lost her father and would need care for her mother.  Alex and I dropped everything to find a full-time daycare. It would be a little easier because Iolani was no longer considered an infant, but still...everything had a waitlist.  We entered into the Christmas/New Years weeks without childcare lined up.  I thought I was going to lose my mind.

Q1 (January to March)
We were able to get into Hope Street Friends, and like most things - the success of getting into the place was completely dependent on knowing people who are in the know and are willing to share the right information at the right time.  I'm rambling.  I'll just say - Thanks Tracey.

The transition from home care to day care was very easy - for her!  I had to get used to doing laundry, washing dishes, and cleaning the house.  I didn't ever take Rosa for granted, every day I came home to a clean house and my only focus was getting dinner on the table, baby in the tub, and incessant Twitter and Facebook updates.

Iolani enjoyed learning sign language (like how to say helicopters), and we started to make a real attempt at getting to the park more often. She also started to really enjoy taking the train.

With daycare, Iolani really came into her own. She was getting a different kind of stimulation that let her draw, paint, play dressup, play on slides...and interact with kids her own age. She loved it.  However, by the end of March the price of daycare had really made a big dent in our wallets. So, when we got the call that Joy Picus had a spot for us, we had to say goodbye to our Friends at Hope Street.

Q2 (April to June)
We spent April moving from one daycare to another, took a plane trip to Washington and a train back to LA. On top of all this, Alex and I managed to fit in our First Anniversary. May and June are a total blur...it was spent up early in the morning with her teething pain, and late at night with community meetings.

Q3 (July and August)
In the last two months she's moved from pointing and grunting to full on sentences. The her first sentence that I seem to remember at the moment was "I can hear you!".  This was one evening after we put her to bed and Alex and I were out in the living room watching TV.

For those of you expecting or desiring children, I provide you with the following video to serve as a reminder that Children Are The Messiest Creatures Alive:

And, as soon as you think maybe I'm a cranky mom... I will leave you with this....

Life is good.  Can't wait for potty training.  Hope it comes soon, as I'm really tired of poopy diapers.

She is self aware.

I think I might have put Iolani down for bed for at least the 725th time. Since her her birth, I’ve been around for all but three nights.  While her overall bedtime routine has changed very little, every night is different. Some nights bathtime runs a little long as the toys can be quite exciting, or additional effort is needed to scrub off finger paint from the day.

Before those pesky teeth popped up, she went from tub to bed. Now that Iolani has teeth, the last moment of bonding and conversation is spent with the toothbrush. I’ve tried to brush her hair while she’s brushing her teeth. Jury’s still out on that.  She doesn’t mind getting her hair brushed.  However, when I turn to finish brushing her teeth… it’s magic – her teeth disappear under her tongue or she curves her lip. I’ve had to figure out how to coax her teeth out. 

Once the teeth are cleaned, we say goodnight to the bathroom.  No, really – we say “Good Night Bathroom”.  I used to say “Say good night to the pretty baby” but saying good night to the bathroom seems a little less corny.  Plus, she says it loud enough to serve as an alarm to Alex to meet us in her bedroom for pajamas and some reading.

Most nights getting pajamas on her is an absolute battle. It usually takes a coordinated effort between Alex and I to get the diaper, the top and bottom on her. If you are a parent and you are laughing at us because it takes two of us to get her dressed – I’m fine with that. Either of us could do it by ourselves, but there’s something about the two of us making sure she’s dressed for bed.

Then, it’s time for books. I fully admit, we are total suckers. At one point I was reading 6 or 7 books every night. Then I realized it was her ploy to stay up longer. Now I just read 2 or 3 books. Tonight I got through three books and she asked me to turn off the light. 

And, as soon as she goes to bed…I blog and Alex rushes around the house looking for things to put up on eBay.

Nowadays it is very odd for her to wake up in the middle of the night. She goes through short bits when she wakes up at 3 or 4, usually for a good reason. You know like molars, Moe fell off the bed, or a full moon….


Thank you everyone for your visits.  Now I can go on with my day.

It was an off day for everyone.

Happy Monday.  Today was quite the productive day for me, don't know about you.  The day was not without it's "off"ness.

I don't know if it started at Starbucks this morning. I suppose it was because I placed my order right at shift change?  I ordered my drink and breakfast from two separate people. Today's drink: Tall Iced Americano, extra ice.  When it arrive it was light ice.  And, then my food didn't arrive even after all the people I'd walked in with had left. When I checked on breakfast, I found out that wasn't even in the toaster yet.  When told I could get a refund, I already had it in my head that I'd just try again tomorrow.  The woman probably thought I left upset, but rather - I was just off at that point.  (yes, I know - it seems like an overreaction, but I'm as superstitious as Nomar Garciaparra. If the coffee came out incorrect, the food was going to as well...I had to put a stop to the madness!!!)

Then, tonight...at the grocery store....  This is the store that I really enjoy going to because my groceries are always neatly packed AND I'm always asked if I need a hand out.  Today my eggs were packed on the bottom of the bag, with my Cascade dish detergent packed on top of them.  The goldfish crackers were crushed as well.  It was such a horrible packing job, I actually stopped before I left the store and repacked the groceries.  AND, no one asked if I wanted a hand out to the car.

Now, I'm sure you are thinking - Jesus Christ Ginny...you are complaining about your coffee and grocery trips?!?!? The appropriate response is this: "My life is pretty simple. Coffee =  important. Groceries = important. Disposable diapers have replaced Beer-in-fridge in the level of importance in my life.  (However, there always seems to be at least a beer in the fridge).  Needless to say - both items have stuck with me today.

But, here's the kicker for the day.  I was struggling to get Iolani out of the car this morning, and somewhere along the line a bit of booger got loose and landed between my nose and lip.  I didn't realize it was there.  However, with both my hands full of Iolani's teddybear and days worth of clothes, a stroller, and Iolani on my hip....  She was able to scoop up my booger, hold it out and delcare "Mommy's Booger!" and as I was attempting to say "Iolani, ew, gross, DON'T TOUCH, NO TOCAR.

She had already stuck it in her mouth.

The last time I was this grossed out was when the boy next to me in Algebra was chewing and spitting into a can. Nasty shit.  ThatsallIgotstosayaboutthat.

Best of "We Don't Like Local Investment In" Downtown Los Angeles.

Have you read the Downtown News yet? When I first read the results I thought to myself that maybe the advertising arm of the Downtown News gone and lost their goddamn mind. But once I calmed down a little bit, and read a key tweet, I realized that something else had happened. In fact, something else continues to happen.

We had a busy day at the house today.  Alex had a friend visit, and during the course of the conversation I realized that it wasn’t the Downtown News’s fault that the wrong places had won certain categories…it was my fault.  All my fault.  Actually – I’m wrong – if you call the #DTLA home, it is your fault.

It is your fault that the Lazy Ox Canteen didn’t win Best New Restaurant.  I’ve never had a meal there, but I know from friends who have eaten there, the Lazy Ox wipes the floor with Katsuya.  Especially when you think about the number of Katsuya’s and how many Lazy Ox’s are there? 

Same thing – The Yard House.  Sit down in Pasadena, sit down at LA Live – and drink your Vegas size beer.  But, try eating at Pete’s in Pasadena.  Oh right…there isn’t a Pete’s in Pasadena.

Pizza…Sure there might be multiple locations of Pitfire Pizza in Los Angeles.  But are people serious when they voted for CPK?

What did voters do this year in the Downtown News?  Voters (can’t call them readers…) rewarded corporate businesses, franchises…operations that have implemented formulas, mass produced menus.  And, we’ve spanked, slapped, and all but spit on local owners who have busted their ass, mortgaged their lives to provide their neighbors with quality food, unique establishments, AND a greater sense of community.

It’s disappointing, and it has taken me almost 10 hours to not only come down off the wall, but to be able to actually form the words that explain why I was so pissed off this afternoon.

I’m not disappointed in the Downtown News for the results of a survey.  I’m disappointed in myself for not pushing my neighbors to vote for the locally owned businesses that have taken the chance on a neighborhood in transition.

Just to wrap it all up though, and not to be a total Debbie downer…I loved the staff picks.  


Iolani was watching an episode of Yo Gabba Gabba about sharing this morning when I hopped into the shower.  Because Alex and I are trying to hustle out the door at the same time, I use Iolani's shower to get ready.  Usually she's still in bed - but this morning she was up early to celebrate the loud construction activity out her window.  Boooo.

Anyways, I'm in the shower and all the sudden I hear "NO MOMMY NO MOMMY NO MOMMY" and I'm thinking "did they kill off Foofa?"

No, comes running into the bathroom, puts her hands around the tub and screams out "MINE!!!!" and my response is "But we are sharing!"

She says - "NO SHARE!  MINE!  NO MOMMY!!!"

She stands there protesting my use of HER shower (Um, who pays the rent).  I finish my shower while dodging tub toys getting thrown at me.  I noticed that I didn't get all the shampoo out of my hair, but the only thing left for her to throw at me was a heavy colander that we use to make bubbles.  So my hair might look a little off today because of the shampoo left behind.

However, I did end up taking the colander to the foot.  It left a mark. Happy birthday me!

August 3 - National Night Out

LAPD Central Boosters stuff!

Community Police Academy

August 26, 2010 through November 4, 2010

The eleven-week course will be held at the Elysian Park Police Academy, 1880 North Academy Drive, Los Angeles, each Thursday between 6:00 and 9:00 p.m.  The last day of each course will conclude with a graduation ceremony.

Through the Community Police Academy, enrolled students will be encouraged to build a lasting partnership with the Department, with the ultimate goal of reducing crime and improving the quality of life in our neighborhoods.

Each Community member must meet the following criteria:

.    Must be 18 years old or older (see note below);
.    Live, work or go to school in Operations-Central Bureau;
.    No prior felony conviction;
.    No outstanding warrants;
.    No pending criminal cases; and
.    Must be approved by an Area Commanding Officer.

Note: High school students between the ages of 14 and 17 years of age are encouraged to enroll and attend Community Police Academy classes.  However, their parent(s) and/or guardian(s) must be enrolled in the class and shall accompany the minor.  The parent(s) and/or guardian(s) will also be responsible for transportation of the minor(s) to and from the Los Angeles Police Academy.

Interested citizens should contact:
Marie Kardiban
Police Officer III
Central Area Community Relations Office
Cell 562 572-4776 or Office 213 972-1876


Let's take a moment to catch up...

I might have trouble typing up tonight's blog entry because I noticed that Iolani took a pencil to my keyboard. The last 24 hours have been a bit of a blur.  It all started with the All Star game.  I picked up these mini hotdogs and a veggie/cheese plate. The three of us enjoyed the game (with Iolani watching her favorite tv show in her room off this very laptop). At the end of the game, Iolani got her bath, and hopped into bed.

She slept until 1 something. Once she woke up, it was pretty bad - screaming, wanting to watch TV, and not wanting to go to bed. 2 passed, 3 passed, 4 passed, and finally I got this great idea to play the rockabuy lullaby from Green Day, and BAM! MO-FO, girlfriend was OUT!  It was total awesomeness.

Do I seem excited about her going to sleep at 4 a.m.? You bet I was.  The excitement lasted from the walk from her room back to bed. The next thing I know it is almost 8, and Alex is heading out the door to work. 8 is the time we should be heading out the door for daycare and work. I opted to keep sleeping and let Iolani continue sleeping.

She slept until 10, and she woke up in a good mood. Thank God.

So tonight, I've opted to load her iphone with songs and let her cuddle up to the phone and Moe.  Let's hope she sleeps through the night.

I'm tired...makes me more likely to tell you a random story that is of no use to you.

Weekend Wrap Up

What a very busy weekend.  I'll sum it up for you...

First, there was the workday.  After a week of meetings, almost meetings, and community meetings, Friday was spent cleaning up.  For those who think public hearings just happen, check my tweets - the Paper Barf Monster made an appearance, and like most vomit that I see - I cleaned and disinfected.

I wrapped up work, and noticed that my iphone was still just...um..just...fucked up.  There just wasn't any other way to explain it. After numerous restarts I realized the iPhone OS just needed to be reinstalled from scratch. I wasn't going to spend any of my workday for it, so it was just going to have to wait for the evening.

I headed off to the DLANC election. When I arrived there was a line into the alley.  I understand from all the tweets and facebook updates - it was like this for most of the time.  I voted, hopped the DASH and headed to the daycare center's family picnic.

The picnic was a total riot. There's 10+ 1 to 2 year olds sitting around a table all quietly eating.  And, you know that if it was just one or two of them, this quietness just wouldn't exist.  They just sat there and ate yogurt parfaits. I got a couple of pictures on the phone, but as you know...the phone was just jacked up.

After daycare, we met up with Alex and headed back to Mr. Ramen. I am happy to tell all of you that we did not experience any poopy declarations. AND THEN!  Yooooooooooooooooooooo Gabba Gabba!  Hosted by Japanese American Cultural & Community Center, Visual Communications and Giant Robot, Iolani got the chance to meet Muno, Brobee, and Plex.

Well, first she got to shake hands, but was a little freaked so the moment we walked away, she waved and shouted out "Hi Muno!!!!"  When we got back to our blanket, she wanted to go back. We walked back over to Muno, and she stood here behind the velvet rope and continued to shout out "Hi Brobee"

After two episodes of YGG, we took the Metro home. Iolani found it difficult to go and stay asleep.  But, she did sleep in until 10.  WOO-WEE!

Saturday night we headed out to Lolo's and Lola's to watch fireworks at SMC. This was Iolani's first time with fireworks, and needless to say that it didn't go over well.  Alex and Iolani ran from the fireworks, to the back of the football field to escape the sound, but enjoy the visual.

Sunday, well - it was a good day until the Dodgers totally lost the game to the freaking yankees.  Iolani woke up at 5 this morning, and promptly fell asleep on Alex's way to church. So, they came back. I set her in bed and she quickly woke up. Rather than pack up and walk into church 1/2 way over, we headed out to the "meet your neighbor day" at Pershing Square.

She did finally fall asleep, and she slept for three hours. Once she woke up we headed out to the ill-fated yankees v Dodgers game. She enjoyed most of the game, like the ice cream and hot dog part.  Also, Javier (a ball boy) gave her a baseball. It was her first baseball. 

Back at home, getting ready for bed - she was in the tub.  Her thing right now is to watch the little bits of water pour out of the facet. At the end of tub time she watches the water slowly go down the drain, and she asks "where'd it go?" 

I'm sure a typical parent would just answer with a "It went down the drain". Which is right, but seriously - where did the water go?  It went to the sewer, where it will be cleaned and delivered to the ocean. The first time she asked about where the water went, I replied: The Sewer. 

She seemed satisfied with the answer. Tonight I replied "to the Sewer and then the Ocean". She really liked that. The Ocean? She said... I said "Yes!" She says: "With the Fish?"  I agreed.  She then plopped down and stared at the drain with even more enthusiasm than before.

When she asks those kinds of questions that little kids ask - I'm amused (not in a funny way, but in an intriguing moment of awe) and I wonder how did she get to the point where she knows to ask the question.  It's one thing to wonder - where does the water go when it leaves the tub.  It's another thing to both wonder where the water went AND asked me if I know where the water went.

Which beg the next question - what gave her the idea that Alex and I have all the answers to her questions?!?!?  OMG, what the hell did we get ourselves into?

The bigger question: When will the Dodgers get their shit together. I blame the McCourts. 

Iolani and The Ramen

I have a great story for you.

Sometime yesterday Iolani bit her lip, kept tugging on it, and now she has a beautiful looking canker sore.  It's actually very ugly.  She needed to avoid hard and salty foods, so the only thing I could think to feed her was ramen.  I find myself in Little Tokyo quite often, and it's no surprise that I've come to really like ramen.

Now, for those I know - there's more to ramen than "Top Ramen".  There's a whole world of ramen.  There's the meaty ramen, veggie ramen, cold  ramen, minty ramen.

For Iolani, she got some "clear ramen" or just plain ramen noodles in water - not salty.  We added some veggies and went to town.

This was her first time eating ramen. And, by all accounts she was loving it. I pulled some noodles out for her, put it in a little bowl and let her just pull her noodles UUUUuuuuuupppppp and DOOOOOoooooowwwwwwwnnnnn.

Things were going well until she grabbed a handful of noodles, shoved them in her mouth and then proclaimed:

"Mommy, I got poopy!"

Total awesomeness right!

She refused to sit down (who could blame her).  And now she was stinky, you know...poopy-stinky.  I asked for our ramen to go, asked for the check, and the waitress asked if everything was okay.

Iolani took the liberty to reply:

"I have poopy!"  (while she pointed at her butt)

The waitress quickly bagged up the ramen. I paid for our stuff, and we headed towards the car.

Even though Iolani continued to gleefully announce the status of her poopage, she continued to fill both hands with cold ramen noodles and shove them into her mouth.  As we exited the restaurant (There was one other person there, and of course - we know each other... and I'm saying in my head: Sorry that my kid is announcing the status of her diaper contents, enjoy your lamb ramen), Iolani continued to grab for more noodles and shove them into her mouth.

To get back to the car we had to walk towards JANM, cross the street on Central, and cross 2nd street to get back to the car. I wasn't embarrassed by most of this, however I was a little nervous about running into anyone else and Iolani talking about her poop.  She didn't say much on the walk back to the car, she was busy filling her little belly with a full order of ramen.

And, the end of my useless story is this: She didn't want to sit in her car seat because of the squishy mess.  She did fall asleep, and once we got into the house I changed her diaper and kept her asleep.  However, as soon as I put her into her bed, she woke up and didn't fall asleep for the rest of the afternoon.

The story's take away: Yo Gabba Gabba is coming to Little Tokyo on Friday. Take your kids to Mr. Ramen.

DLANC Meeting the Candidates!

Did you know that the Neighborhood Council gets City funds to make decisions
that effect where you live, work and play? From community projects to
advocacy on issues of safety, open space, sustainability, arts, education,
planning, affordable housing, social services, and economics - DLANC has
helped shaped Downtown and this is your chance to be heard. Meet the
candidates before next Friday‚s election.


Monday, June 21, 2010
Ralphs Supermarket
645 W. 9th Street

Ashley Zarella Hand, LEED AP BD+C, Assoc. AIA
Chair, Sustainability Committee
Director, Area-Wide Work-Force, Private Sector
Downtown Los Angeles Neighborhood Council, 2008-2010

Are you on our email list? Sign up here: http://www.dlanc.com/mailinglists

railLA Community Design Workshop

railLA Community Design Workshop on High-Speed Rail
Tuesday June 22, 2010
7:00PM to 8:30PM
the Exchange
114 W. 5th Street between Spring and Main Streets

Attendees will be invited to design their ideal High-Speed Rail station and
then share their ideas with the group. Led by Co-Chairs James Rojas and Alan
Huynh, the meeting will provide a quick overview of High-Speed Rail in Los
Angeles and what it means for Downtown LA's Union Station as its hub. railLA
intends to use the input from the public at this and other outreach events
to inform their recommendations to decision-makers by the end of the summer,
so your participation matters! For more information about railLA, please
visit our website at www.railla.org

The Life of One Ginny Brideau

Today in the wild world of Facebook, someone from high school said:
Ginny....I read your posts all the time but so often I dont understand them....am I missing something?? :)
People should feel somewhat relieved when I say this: if you follow me on Facebook or Twitter you are not going to understand everything that I post, but there's something for everyone when I post.  Here's why:

I'm Married to Alex.
I am Iolani's mommy.
I work for an awesome firm. (And, don't we all deserve this at some point in our life)
I am a member of the First United Methodist Church of Los Angeles.
I am on the Finance Committee for my church, and we are trying to build a new building.
I'm an active member of the United Methodist Women in FUMCLA
I am a past board member of the Downtown Los Angeles Neighborhood Council, and feel compelled to remain "all up in their business".
I am a co-chair of the National Women's Caucus of the Green Party of the United States.
I love political campaigns and the whole strategy behind them.
I am active with my Evergreen and Pepperdine Alumni organizations.
I'm a total tech-geek-junkie.
I love love love my neighborhood.
I get excited when other policy wonk people want to talk shop, and/or like to involve themselves in the decision making process, even when told they shouldn't be.
I'm the president-elect for my Rotary club.
I love local artists, skateboarders, and skateboarding artists, and would pay money to see all three.
I'm a member of countless transportation and "women in business" organizations...
And, just in high school, I still love the small town gossip.

I think it is important to note that while I do not give 100% of myself 100% of the time on this list, the top four things take up a good chunk of my time.  (Big sigh of relief I'm sure for #3 should my boss read my blog.  However, should she ask tomorrow - #3 is really #2, and #1 is #3, and if Alex should read this...Baby...You are always number one! And, when Iolani is old enough...well..you understand by now.)

Everything else just kind of happens.  It's "fit in" to an amazingly busy schedule. I'm sure that when Iolani does start therapy - you know that time when it's all the parents fault for how their kid turned out the way they did - she will say that her mom and dad were too busy.  And, hopefully Dr. Therapist will ask her about what we were doing. And, it's not that I don't want someone to take pity on her, or be sympathetic to her cause - but what does it sound like out loud... "My parents were busy dragging me to civic duty to religious events, to neighborhood artshows, to BBQ fundraisers, to international Rotary conventions, and whathaveyou"

Today's tweeting/Facebooking was all about the release of a document for a client.  People wanted to know how to get to the document online, and somewhere in the founding documents of this country there's an obscure reference to a person's right to pass hyperlink from person to person, all in hopes of reading an executive summary of an environmental review document that will make the main drag through town even more productive, economically successful, and sustainable than it is today.

Long story, longer...if you don't get the tweet I posted a minute ago, check back in an hour, and maybe you'll be looped in on the next one.

$22 to get my wallet back?

Someone gave Iolani a piggy bank.  Until a couple of months ago, Alex and I used it to keep our spare coins in.  Now Iolani actually "Feeds the Piggy" and I feel quite good about hopefully instilling in her financial habits that my parents were unable to.

Two parts to that: all of our parents have shortcomings.  I know that in some way I will disappoint Iolani.  Most likely she'll say something like I didn't spend enough time with her, or she wanted to grown up in suburbia, or even worse...she'll become a lunatic pro-lifer who loves direct action.

I'm hopeful for a rational direct-action kind of girl who finishes college and gets a job that can pay for Alex and I to retire on.  LOL.

The second part: now that she knows how to fill the piggy bank, she's hot on the case to find coins. This means that she will search through all of my purses, work bag, and my wallet.

She's been going through my wallet for a couple of months.  For the most part she was simply pulling everything out and leaving it in some kind of semicircle, highlighting where she was sitting. Those easy days are gone.

She got my workbag this morning and pulled out about $2 worth of dimes, nickels, and pennies. She ran to her room, pulled down her pig and started to drop coin by coin into the pig. Then she figured out how to put in two pennies at a time.  She still had a couple of coins left ofter when she realized that my wallet probably had coins in it.

What was I doing all this time? Laundry, picking up the muffin she kind of ate, and of course I was busy updating facebook!  Come on, I keep an eye on Iolani, but I don't hover over her.  And before everyone goes into a tizzy about Iolani handling coins... When I was little I accidentally swallowed a penny.  I'm just f.f.f.f.f.f.f.f fine. She doesn't put them in her mouth, she puts them in the piggy.

crayons - that's another story.  And, those washable crayons cause me some heartache this morning.

back to my wallet...

She took off with my wallet to her bedroom.  She left all the cards in it, but she had removed a $20 and shoved it into her piggy bank.  Now, I cannot...CANNOT... show her that the bank can be opened and my $20 removed. So, it sits in there.

So there you have it.  And, let this be a lesson to everyone who enters our house: Leave your cash at home.  She will get in your wallet and she will take it from you, and you won't be allowed to break into her bank to get it out.

Seriously - do you want to be the person that shows her how to open her bank, and be the person who takes her savings away?

Total awesomeness.

DLANC Candidate: Leslie Colwell

From her website:

Hello, my name is Leslie Colwell. I’m running for an Arts, Cultural, and Education Interests Stakeholder Seat for the Downtown Los Angeles Neighborhood Council.
My first introduction to Los Angeles was after college, when I moved here to teach 6th grade at Bethune Middle School in south L.A. My work as an educator reinforced my belief in the power of community to improve situations and neighborhoods. I currently work at Teach For America, a Pershing Square-based non-profit committed to educational equity, where my work is centered around fostering a culture of civic engagement and leadership among TFA alumni.
I spend a lot of my time downtown, and I’m excited about the growth this community is experiencing. I want to be a part of the leadership that will partner with the City, non-profits, and other community groups to guarantee that downtown’s growth benefits those who live, work, and play here. I want to involve and empower community members to use the Council to solve the problems that are important to them. I’m interested in making participation in the DLANC easier, and ensuring it is not just about parking and potholes. It’s about working side-by-side with community members to ensure downtown Los Angeles thrives as a center of arts, culture, and education, and leaving our neighborhood better than we found it. I’m thrilled to have the opportunity to serve this diverse community.
I ask for your vote on Friday, June 25th, so I can bring my commitment to educational equity and the arts to the DLANC. In the meantime, please browse this website for more information about me, Leslie Colwell, your candidate for the Arts, Cultural, and Education Interests Director, as well as information on how to vote.

Studio City Neighborhood Council Election

Neighborhood Council elections are breaking out all over the place! WOO!

Studio City Neighborhood Council Election will be on Thursday, May 27th from 2 to 8 p.m. at Beeman Park (12621 Rye St, in Los Angeles Studio City, 91604

Got an email forwarded by THE Michael McCue...funny enough - we belong to the same tiny 3rd party - but never met the guy.  That's likely a good sign, esp since Mayor Sam says he talks alot.  So do I.  We would likely talk over each other.  :-)

Watts Neighborhood Council Election

Henry Broomfield passed along the Watts Neighborhood Council election information the other day.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010 from 2 to 8 p.m.
George McDonald Courts
1800 92nd St
Los Angeles, 90002

And, there's a candidate forum!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010, starting at 6 p.m.
10221 Compton Ave, Ste 200
Los Angeles Watts, 90002

Put it on your calendar....

Iolani and One Way Glass

When I go to drop off Iolani at daycare, or as we like to call it – School, it’s usually drama. A typical drop-off includes pulling up to the front door, park the car, get out of the car, get the stroller set up, get Iolani and Moe out of the car and into the stroller, make sure I have the keys and keycard to get into the building and scurry to get inside as fast as I can. I feel compelled to do this all very quickly because there is usually a line up of cars, with antsy children, and parents who are most often >ALMOST< late for work.

Is this my problem they are late for work, no. Do I know they are late for work, no. Am I making a horrible assumption, yes. Do I think they are excited to drop off their child for the day, yes. I am always excited to drop Iolani off. Not because I want to get away from her, but I know that she’s have much more fun that I am having during the day – and I already think I have a good time at work.

Once Iolani and I are in her classroom, I try my best to get Moe into her cubbie, get her coat off, and get her situated. Typically what happens is that we get two steps into the room, there’s a kid attaching himself to my leg, and Iolani is whimpering “UP…UP…UP!!!!!” She wants to be picked up and carried.

For god’s sake, she’s almost two, and she’s getting big. Every time I bend over to scoop her up, I’m fearful that it will be this attempt that throws my back out, screws up my shoulder, or whatever an almost 34-year-old woman can do to her body.

Jesus, I’m almost 34.

With child attached to the leg, Iolani hanging off my arm, I attempt to make my way to the cubbie. Once I get Iolani down, I try my best to pawn her off on the closest teacher who doesn’t have a child hanging off them. So, I told her to go to the window, and I’d wave goodbye.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing, just for Iolani. I can get outside and wave a quick goodbye to her, and scoot off to the car.

Oh, no…. Now every kid in that room knows that Iolani’s mom waves byebye in the window. When I say goodbye to her, they ALL scurry to the window. Iolani has somehow claimed the best seat at the window, and I’m able to just make her out.

I’m hopeful that when I do pull way in the car she doesn’t melt to the floor in a dramatic fashion – for which I have no idea (wink wink) where she would have developed such a flair for dramatic tantrums.

So, when I am on Los Angeles Street, looking into a one-way glass waving and blowing kisses, please don’t think I’m a City Worker kissing my fellow furloughed colleagues goodbye. I’m saying byebye to my daughter, wishing her an awesome day. And, I’m hoping she is going to paint me a new painting…because I have an empty wall at work, just waiting to be filled with a new watercolor.

Do you know a vet here LA?

Donate your old cameras!

Come join Skid Row Photography Club at The Exchange for the Skid Row in Black & White Exhibit during the May Art Walk.  They are also accepting donated digital Cameras or Laptops at our tables for our zero-found community organization.

Skid Row Photography Club Meets every Wednesday morning @ 10am call for more information or to volunteer your skills or services, thank you (213) 784-1692 (email blaze4films@yahoo.com)

May 13th-The Exchange 114 W 5th St 90013 between Spring and Main Streets.

Historic Cultural Neighborhood Council Results

Did you see this: The unofficial HCNC results from the City Clerk website?

At-Large Rep: Alex Vasquez and George Yo
Arts District Resident: Tim Keating and John Saslow
Arts District Business Owner: Charles Woo
Arts District Nonprofit: Alan Kumamoto
Chinatown Resident: Ne Hay Hom, Ne Hung Hom, Tak Hung Lau, Ly Chou Tran
Chinatown Business Owner: Write-in won with 143 votes...
Chinatown Nonprofit: George Poon
El Pueblo de Los Angeles At-Large: Norma Garcia
El Pueblo de Los Angeles Business Owner: Peter Martinez
El Pueblo de Los Angeles Nonprofit: Steven Jimenez
Little Tokyo Resident: Howard Nishimura
Little Tokyo Business Owner: Brian Kito
Little Tokyo Nonprofit: Ronald Fong
Solano Canyon Resident: Alicia Brown and Danny Young
Solano Canyon Business Owner: Not A Person
Solano Canyon Nonprofit: Write-in with 135 votes...
Victor Heights Residents: (Totally confused....there's 220 write in votes, but beside that Don Toy, Steve Rice, Joseph Wong, and James Miyoshi were the top 4 vote getters... We will see!)
Victor Heights Business Owner: Chase Rummonds
Victor Heights Nonprofit: Hoover Tang
At-Large Employee Rep of Business: Mark Rothenberg
At-Large Commercial Property Owner: Kim A Benjamin
At-Large Senior: Shaojia Luo
At-Large Youth: Gibson Han

Can't wait for the final results...

Who's Running for DLANC

The certified of candidates list is available up on DLANC's website, but I know most of you might be on the little lazy side...

Alameda East Business Director: Melika Jahangiri

Alameda East Residential Director: Lisa K Adams

Area-Wide Business Director: Hal Bastian and Judy Hong (Vote for 1)

Area-Wide Homeless Director: Lawrence Landry or Rick S Young (Vote for 1)

Area-Wide Residential Director: Zane K Tatum or Patricia "Patti" A Berman (Vote for 1)

Arts, Cultural, and Education Interest Resident Director: Sara E Jones, Edgar Varela, Dawna D Nolan (Vote for 1)

Arts, Cultural, and Education Interest Director: Nathan Cartwright, Leslie Colwell, Katie Kay, Jay S Lopez, Shira Blatt, Jose I Herrasti, Marlin Padilla, Kevin W Fleming (Vote for 3)

At-Large Director: Philip E Laventure, Valerie Watson, Simon Y Ha, Olga Lidia Martinez (Vote for 1)

Bunker Hill Resident Director: Russell W Chan

Central City East/Skid Row Resident Director: Jeff "General Jeff" Page

Central City East/Toy District Business Director: Celina A Mancia

City West Business Director: David Hurtado

City West Residential Director: Mamta R Patel

Civic Center Resident Director: Jung "Gatoona" Lee, Stanley B Michaels (Vote for 1)

Downtown Center Business Director: Hyunchul "Jay" Kim, March R Loge, Curt Truman (Vote for 1)

Fashion District Business Director: Lynn Myers

Fashion District Resident Director: Andrew D Ruiz, Daniel L Bartholomew

Historic Downtown Business Director: Michael Delijani

Historic Downtown Residential Director: Barrett C Reiff, Bradley R Henning, Phillip C Estes (Vote for 1)

Private Sector Workforce Director: Niv V Davidovich

Public Sector Workforce Director: Tanner Blackman

Social Services Provider Director: Wendell T Blassingame, La'Shaun P Foster Jones (Vote for 3)

South Park Business Director: Marilou Calderon, Allen P Gross, Malinda K Riesbert, Michael T Pfeiffer (Vote for 1)

South Park Resident Director: Scott A Bytoff, Jeffrey Z B Springer (Vote for 1)

Okay neighbors.  Who are you voting for and why?  Do not tell me your crappy stories about a candidate you don't like.  Ask anyone - I will remove your posting.

I'm sure Eric will cover some of these - -but here at Ginny Here and There...you know...I'm a little bit more free-wheeling and bitter.

I can do that too!

I was picking up Iolani from daycare this afternoon. Her new think is to throw herself to the floor in a tantrum.

I thought it would be funny to show her what she looks like. So I flung my body to the floor, kicked my feet and waved my arms.

The other children and adults in the room were totally confused. Iolani stood up, pointed at me, and laughed hysterically.

I don't think we will be invited to many parties.

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Historic Cultural Neighborhood Council Election!

Hey Neighborhood Council fans!  Can't wait for the excitement of the DLANC election...well there's another neighborhood council in Downtown!  The Historic Cultural Neighborhood Council election is the 26th!

The HCNC covers a huge area.  Consider them a controlling interest in Dodger Stadium East.  I'm talking the Arts District, Little Tokyo, El Pueblo, Chinatown, Victor Heights, and Solano Canyon.  While, personally I feel these neighborhoods are strong enough to be neighborhood councils on their own.

The election is the 26th, and if you live, are a senior, a youth, own a business, commercial property owner, or represent a nonprofit...there's a person for you to vote for. The ballot is as complicated as the history of each of these neighborhoods. How much fun will these voters have!  Holy Cow!  Makes me wanna move to Sakura Crossing and have some fun! Read the rules and tell me what you think

The election will take place on Thursday, April 29th from 1 p.m. to 7 p.m. at the Pico House
430 N Main St, Los Angeles, CA 90012

It's hard to find the list of candidates - so I've done the work for you.  Thank me later, start coming to Metro meetings. And, you'll notice that most of the positions are going unopposed.  You would think with all the new residents in each of the neighborhoods, you'd see some new names.  Either way, you could say that about a lot of the neighborhood councils.  Even mine.

Have fun!

BTW, I stubbed my pinkie toe on the baby gate.  Think I broke my toe.  The gate is just fine. stupid gate.