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Happy Valentine’s. And if you’re not that into it, here’s something to cheer you up:
Anti Valentine’s Despair Bittersweets.
I remember what I did last year as if it was yesterday. In keeping with that mistress-seeking tradition, MK and I celebrated Valentine’s the night before. He took me out all day shopping and then we went out for a Chinese dinner that I was owed from my birthday, and fortunately since I’m only going to do that once a year, it was great.
Took a road trip yesterday, up to Mission Viejo, Laguna Hills, Laguna Beach and Newport Beach. It is beautiful. It was unseasonably warm and a great day for a drive. Newport was by far cooler than I expected, a bigger, funner version of Pacific Beach.
I don’t know what it is about it here. I heard things and assumed I’d just hate California and the life and the people and etc. It’s nothing like that. It’s gorgeous and everyone’s happy and working out and loving life. I feel like it’s such a good fit. I feel more myself than I ever have. Of course, since MK wants his 40 acres, we might not afford some of these places. It’s outrageous as ever here. I’m just going to enjoy it while I’ve got it.
We did discuss 6 months in another beach town here.
Ever really think about getting old? Like, really really old? But good old? This weekend was my husband’s grandmother’s 90th birthday. We flew out to see the family and have a little party. She’s sharp as a tack. You have to speak up a little, but she can still beat you at pinochle. All of her six children and a huge part of her grandchildren were there. It was so neat to see her so happy.
We got to spend a night out with my FIL (father-in-law) too. He told us so many stories of things he’s experienced, my head was spinning. He saw Liberace. An Sammy Davis Jr. And Elvis. In the front row.
I’ve kept journals semi faithfully since I was a kid. Just a planner where I write down what we go do. I’m convinced that’s the only way I’ll remember anything when I’m well, 40. There was a lot of talk about age, about science and cures and health and living. We might live longer in this generation. We might see more craziness. Will we run out of water? Will it be too hot? It’s funny to think about what has changed in 90 years, and what might change in the next 90.
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Every typical morning, I get up, have breakfast, and drive to the surf lot. I run the beach from there up to Crystal Pier, take the stairs, and run the boardwalk until it ends at Mission Bay. There’s quite a few things I see almost every morning you might like.
The Pigeon Guy – Some dude and his buddies hang out in the van he presumably lives in parked by the boardwalk. He feeds the pigeons and seagulls in such a manner that they fly into his seat and all over him and the sidewalk and his buddies. It’s completely bizarre.
The Frisbee Guy – On my later in the day trips there’s a regular out in front of Lahaina’s with those earmuff radio type headphones that runs around doing jumps and forward rolls while throwing frisbee’s into the wind, to himself. He’s popular.
Rollerblader – There are usually a few people on skates or rollerblades that are no big deal, but one chick in particular is 7 feet tall, always wearing spandex, and brings her own cones to do tricks. Nice.
Hot Guy Factory – There’s some kind of surf shop that I think engineers it’s employees – you never see the same guy twice, but there’s always a surfer dude outside having morning coffee and/or cigarette, looking fantastic. Killer.
Sleepy Singer Shirtless Bum – This guy is usually around our neighborhood, but I think since it’s warming up he’s been on the beach lately. He lives out of a shopping cart and is the happiest man ever. He has his own TV that he finds places to plug in. And he’s got a great tan.
Hecklers – There’s usually a renter or two in the beach houses up way too early for how much they drank before, laughing about how much they drank and how they’re on vacation and some people around there are working out.
Builders – There are always places being worked on, but I can’t figure out when it happens, since no matter what time I get there, they are on break. I guess that’s a typical stereotype though.
There’s a lot more, the people drinking their breakfast, the tourists, the lifeguards, the cruiser bikers, the old guy that walks with his ski poles. MK can’t figure out why I love going to run there so much – by the time I’m done people watching I’ve run all morning.
A map of these great United States by the beers the locals love. Click the map for the interactive flash version.
This won’t happen again, but since I did it here, I have to be fair. Some interesting birthdays:
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Just a guess, but I bet Dad likes the first one the best. Happy Birthday.
Thursday night amidst my dinner company and after a rousing round of my favorite pre dinner event, playing Jeopardy, I remembered I wanted to try out. For Jeopardy! That’s right, a few nights ago I had noticed they were having their first round of trial online questions that might get you an interview that might get you a test that might get you 5 other steps of something, and then on TV! I had signed up and it was time.
With my audience suggesting answers cheering me on I crazily ran through 50 questions with 12 seconds each to type in an answer. It was nuts! And to be fair, I rocked it. I must have gotten, at least 5 questions correct. At least.
Ouch. So I might not get that callback. All my smack talking and typical excellence was corralled right there. It is harder than just sitting on the couch shouting out answers. It got me thinking Jeopardy might not be my retirement plan after all. I’m only any good at certain categories. SO I have a new idea.
I want to HOST Jeopardy.
I have to figure out what the requirements are, but I think it’s a safe bet that Trebek will be wrapping up his career in my lifetime, and I need to be waiting in the wings. I’ll preen myself for the takeover. Carey got Price is Right and now it’s my time. I might not look that great on TV, but I could totally do the voices and the accents. Come on. How hard can it be? Not as hard as being a contestant, I bet.
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#31Five Acronyms I Learned This Week:
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