roading.

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driving up to san francisco this weekend,
after my begging and groveling omar decided to join me -
t&ds old style.

I love: Omar.

this is a post from my best friend, omar. i have written about him many times before. i love this person with all my heart! here's why: 

After a year of marriage my parents were informed that my mother was incapable of conceiving. In spite of this, my parents tried in vain for several years to have children. After five years of failure, they began looking into adoption. It was only after they narrowed down their choices that my mother discovered that she was pregnant with me. My sister was born a little less than two years later. Simply by existing, my sister and I have brought my parents the greatest joy. It’s an interesting feeling.

Perhaps this explains Mom’s insistence that her little children abstain from “ordinary clothing.” No jeans or t-shirts for me as a toddler. I wore sailor suites, home-made shirts, pirate garments, and mini-tuxedos to the movies.

My sister, Sofia, and I were the best dressed children in Baltimore, without question. It’s probably more accurate to say, most uniquely dressed. Mom was always photographing us in our interesting clothing. She would stand back, make some ridiculous face, fumble with her camera, and I would start laughing, lost in my own world while Sofia remained perfectly fixated on the camera.

We lived in a beautiful, early 19th century Colonial-style house in Baltimore. The basement had concrete floors, a series of dog kennels my father had built when he unsuccessfully dabbled in dog breeding, and very dim lighting. It was humid, moldy, and there were old, rusty power-tools my father hung on the walls and never used. In short, it was a dungeon. For several months, my sister and I believed that our parents were the king and queen from some forgotten country, seriously. We would search the entire house for jewels, much to my mother’s dismay when she saw me toting around her necklaces like a pirate carrying away his booty. Perhaps this is why my mother designed a sailor suite for me, perhaps but probably not.

So Mom, I have no idea why you dressed me as a sailor, but I love you for it.

yeehaw! and 21st kindness

amigos 

desert flower 

another desert flower

hecho en mexico 

waiting for the meeting to start 

some pics for now... i'm off to snooze with my sampson-head. i've missed him. 

21st kindness: giving sampson a big bowl of peanut butter. warms my heart :)

 

19th kindness, 20th kindness, ball blastin' fun

20th kindness: told "compass," our horseback riding guide, that she did a great job. in reality, she was a bitch with a 'tude who made me feel like a no good city slicker.

(how is that for westernspeak)

19th kindness: shared my bulk candy with my best friend

more on the arizona adventure tomorrow - but one funny thing, we were watching children at the water park, and omar took this pic on his iphone -

accompanying quote:

"what are you scared of? that he's going to blast his little balls? ....... fing creep."

18th kindness: happy, happy girl

The Red Wheelbarrow
William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

robin's good deed today: making omar laugh about kids in the fountain. oh, and being EXTRA nice to the airport employees - two even commented on my good attitude! yes!

15: and lots of time with my other favorite guy!

he shoots,

and i shoot,

ice cream,

and toros!

makes me grin

omar just showed me this photo from when we first met, one of our first adventures - i was a flapper, he was.. a tourist?.... and his stoner roommate on the right always looked like that - more or less.

oh, omy.

"Love doesn't just sit there like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new."

this weekend i will always remember, for so many different things:

t&d's fine dining establishment, a joke never to be forgotten (we make sure of this by repeating it every five to ten minutes)

the majestic airbed

jackie's bursts of laughter, so contagious even strangers smile

the nice indian man with an indian donkey

chinatown... chinatown.

eurasian babies

maxamillian

friendships rising like dough; remade and reformed.... perfect.

bored in the hotel room, nothing to do!

my younger years:

sophomore - my friends
Originally uploaded by robinmc20

this weekend my dear friend Omar (third from the right) is visiting. he is my best friend from the university of michigan - we have always been there for each other, and I can't wait to show him my home in southern california!

tonight we are driving to see my sister in San Francisco - a six to eight hour ride, depending on how many candy stops I make. poor oms, lucky me ;)

More when we return!