Remember when Robert Blake’s wife met her untimely demise behind Vitello’s Restaurant in Studio City and nobody knew whodunnit? Well, the restaurant is still going strong and has a lounge with live music. I had never been inside before but Denis found out that a group we had seen on PBS was performing last night and we went. They are an “a capella” group called M-Pact and they were amazing! It’s six guys with no instruments at all, just their voices, and you’d swear there was a live drummer and bass and a whole band playing with them. I’ve never seen anything like it in person. As a musician myself, I was mesmerized while they sang, wondering how they did it. The guy who did the drums with his voice even did a drum solo that seemed humanly impossible. Anyway, it was a great night and we parked right where the crime happened, on a side street around the corner. I wonder if they’ll ever find the shooter…

“Me in the NBC lobby, Chicago.”

Rhonda & Grandmother in elevator

Denis and I went to see “In The Heights” at the Pantages Theater in Hollywood over the weekend. First we had dinner at Musso & Frank Grill, one of the oldest restaurants in Los Angeles (since 1919) – I think we had one of the original waiters!  I’m pretty sure I recognized him from the Last Supper. 🙂 But the food was good.  There’s really nothing like seeing a live show and this one was really good.  The highlight of the night?  I actually wore a dress.  There’s no photo of my in my dress but here’s a pretty picture from my garden.  And now a quick game of $10,000 Pyramid:

• ~ A daisy in bloom.  
• ~ Jenny in a dress.

        The category:  Things we won’t see again until next spring.

Rhonda in her JJ gear.

I bought a skirt at the drug store.  At the drug store! Is that wrong?  Was I just conned? They had a rack of summer skirts for $9.99  right at the entry door.  I noticed it when I walked in but thought, “What kind of people are buying clothes at the pharmacy? For God sakes, go to Target, or Ross, or Kohls if you’re broke but not Walgreens. Have we lost our sense of dignity?”  I stuck my nose in the air and passed by the display of colorful skirts.  But one caught my eye so I stopped, looked back and saw a black & white one that would go perfectly with a new top I just got. All of a sudden, I felt a little extra weight on my shoulders. “It can’t hurt to look,” said the left side. “This is a drug store!” said the right. “Where’s your pride? What if somebody sees you?”   I was paralyzed with indecision, but that skirt was so cute – they all were.  I started inching towards the rack, stopped, turned back, turned around again, hoping people would think I forgot my keys. When no one was around, I finally walked over & looked through the skirts – this one was so soft and summery but would it fit?  I looked for a mirror to get a full view but there was none.  And what kind of a drug store has no fitting room? I took my chances and bought it, hoping no one I knew would walk in at that moment, praying that it fit so I would never be in the position of returning clothes to Walgreens. When I got home I tried it on and it fit. I love my new skirt! Then I remembered another cute green one that I also liked and besides, I could always use more floss. I’m going back.

“There’s something you need to see.”  That’s what the gardener said when he knocked on the door this morning. “There’s a very big rattlesnake in the back,” he said.  “Alive?” I asked.  “Not any more, but he’s still moving.”  They always kill my rattlesnakes first, then tell me about it.  But this one was big – about 2 1/2 to 3 feet long, and it was still alive!  I grabbed my camera, put on hard shoes and followed the gardener out.  Even though the snake was injured, it was still scary to be that close.  And I go walking back there all the time.  It was the same spot where the alligator lizard was and I know who would have won that fight. Maybe that’s why I never saw the lizard again.  He was lunch… hell no – more like an appetizer.

It looks like we have a new look-a-like candidate: Bozo.

The hair color is right.

Sometimes Denis is afraid of me.

And I’ve been called a tramp.  This could work.

Here are some of my favorites so far.  Keep ’em coming…

p.s. Sorry the site was down last night.  Problem fixed.

I’m putting together a new “Fun Photos” page for the website. I have quite a few unique pictures that area screaming for a caption, especially this photo of me.  So I’m looking for ideas. And don’t worry about hurting my feelings.  

Sticks and Stones, baby!  Bring it!

The new section should be up in a week or two.