Chicken Blog

If I tried to explain or describe our lives it would be either too boring or way too much back and forth, upside down, in and out information, which could also be boring. Let's just say we are deep in to job hunting mode and it's really, really, really stressfull... kind of like rattlesnake juggling, or jogging on the Santa Monica Freeway. Oh, speaking of Santa Monica, we were there 2 times last weekend (no small feat with four children.) Here are the happy pictures I took with the children, while Geoff was being grilled alive at a studio.


The Promenade, where we mingled with paparazzi and the homeless.

The Santa Monica Pier was a treasure trove of sights and sounds.

We had 4 hours to spend, so we played with wild abandon.

Max loves miniature golf, so he could hardly pass up the chance to play over the Pacific, under a blue, blue sky.

I may create an all carousel photo album for Maria. This merry-go-round is very old and very lovely, and Maria said "Oh, Weee!" all the way around.

And Geoff? He survived the grilling. Tomorrow he flies to San Francisco.
May the Force be with him.