Category Archives: Life

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Enough Is Enough

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There’s the fact that we move a lot. There’s that. But really? For me to tell you about the first two times a while back, and then for the fire alarm to go off tonight, well that’s just crazy. Twice as scary with all the fires actually happening in California right now. Three times as mad with MK sick in bed.

What I don’t understand is why the fire bells can’t ring at, say, 2pm. When we have our faces and clothes on, not our zit cream and pjs. This is the third time, all three at night. There’s only one explanation – someone is following us all over the Earth pulling alarms to check out our pjs. So please, stop it. We’re both kinda grumpy when we don’t get our sleep, especially when some of us think we’re on our death beds.

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I also shudder at the thought one of these is ever real and we laugh and keep playing UNO.

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Is Bread Bread?

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To tell you the truth, there are a lot of weird little ‘things’ I have. But I don’t think that this is one of them.

MK made me make him a Peanut Burger Jelly (my name, patent pending). This is a blog-worthy problem for me because, duh, peanut butter and jelly goes on sliced bread, not a hamburger roll, which the name clearly implies, is for hamburgers. To me, the shape of the bread changes everything. You can put eggs on a croissant and toast, but a hot dog bun? I wouldn’t.

We did however jump from French Rolls to Whole Wheat hot bog buns for my super duper best ever homemade Meatball Grinders. And that I can handle. It’s similar. But that’s where I draw the line.

So I’m asking you, is bread bread to you? Is anything a suitable sandwich companion?

dessert sandwich

This is totally the kind of thing we spend all day talking about. It’s fine.

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Forever Ago

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Way way back in the day there were all these things going on. I wasn’t able to tell you about all of them because of one man who was holding the photographic evidence of all the fun we’ve been having hostage. Without further ado:

  • Too many pictures of our big day sail. Really, I’m sorry – I was to lazy to pick the best ones. Make sure you read the captions so you know what you’re seeing.
  • I mentioned here what a party we had in LA. We didn’t have the camera much, and these pictures from the LA Museum of Art are probably all illegal, so don’t tell anyone.
  • We spent a day inland at the San Diego Zoo’s affiliated Wild Animal Park. It was too much fun, I think it’s even better than the zoo. Here are those pictures. Unfortunately the camera died before we were done, but we did at least get a picture of the lady, who seriously said the most insane things to herself/at us. “Don’t mess with Sicilians or bikers” “Watch that Scott Baio now” etc. We had to dodge her a bunch, she was on the same course as us. I have no idea what that was all about. I guess crazy ladies go to zoos too.
  • Wherein I tell you how little I know about golf by the captions of “golfer” under pictures of surely famous people I’m supposed to know about at the US Open. Oh well.
  • I also went to Vegas but my pictures are terrible. You’ll just have to believe me that it ruled.

Well, it takes a lot of effort to put all these little links in, so I’m expecting you to peruse and comment and enjoy and appreciate.

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It Keeps Getting Better

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There are these points I come across in my life where I get scared. Life is so good I get afraid the bottom might fall out. You know the feeling? Things are going well and something sneaks in and worries you that it won’t last. Well, the other day it happened. We had gotten a new place and then it looked like it wasn’t going to work out. And via our searching we KNEW that there were no other options.

And then. We got an even better place. I’m a spoiled brat. No more worries. No suspicion. No drama. We spent Memorial Day weekend with my super favorites RB RE and BF. I’m a brat. They showed us around LA like no one’s business. Prove it? I had Roscoe’s chicken and waffles. There. I snuck in the museum, sort of. We partied like it was 1999. Which is true, because there was a rave going on. I can’t explain it or make sense of it but it was all so great. Seeing RB always means so much to me, because it reaffirms who I am. We get each other. And letting him take me to bars in downtown LA amid the rats made me happy too.

MK and I also celebrated our 2nd wedding anniversary. We know people these days sometimes don’t even make it that long, so we relish our love and the fact that we really still like each other quite a bit. We cooked each other dinner and sat out to watch the sunset. Our celebrating was a little lackluster since we also had to start packing. We had until today to get all moved out from upstairs and find spots to stuff our stuff into downstairs. We are right by a pool and still have a view so life could be worse. No word on how long we make it this time around, we’re month to month. It’s anybody’s guess.

So that brings you up to speed on last week. I missed my little blog but for some reason it always gets more hits when I don’t write. Oh well.

One final thought, and that is:

GO CELTICS!

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Fulfilling Contractual Obligations

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There is nothing quite so sweet as accomplishment. Be it passing a test, making a deadline, scoring big in a sport. When your main duties are as thrilling as mine – cooking and cleaning, running and writing – these accomplishments end up being thirty times smaller and a hundred times more exciting.

I have been a customer of Sprint since I was 16 and DL got me my first cell phone in Texas. I converted my husband way back when we were dating and I could no longer afford to not have him on the same plan, for free minutes. I have been in a contract for as long, getting free new fancy phones as often as possible.

For the last few weeks, we haven’t been under contract. We finally made it two whole years without upgrading anything. We are unencumbered. The joy! The success! The avoidance of temptation! The freedom!

Mainly, the best news regarding this freedom is flirting. We are flirting with all these NEW phone companies. And it doesn’t feel like cheating anymore. Since Sprint service has only gotten worse since I was 16, especially anywhere near a beach, mall, road, or small child.

Too bad I bet we’ll be roped back in by the end of the week. I’m just enjoying while it lasts.

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Medium Beige

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Here’s another girl blog for you. I’m girly this month. Every once in a while is fine, right?

One of the most exciting moments that I look forward to all spring is when I get that base tan just right. Then it’s time for my dark makeup. Know what I’m talking about? Your skin has been ‘fair’ all winter, and your makeup looks mortician like. Or you try to get some color in there and just come out pink.

But after some sun, you’re naturally glowing. I just picked up this year’s shade, and I’m so excited it’s hard not to overdo it. I’m tan. Everyone looks better tan. As they say, “Tan fat looks better than pale fat.”

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Try Layering

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Living in 100 degree weather for 8 years had some effect on me. In Seattle it was fine to wear jeans and a sweater all summer, but here in San Diego you’re on the beach! You want to wear a swim suit! Maybe a sundress! The weather living on the water is very inconsistent. There’s these ocean breezes and hot inland systems and something something something meteorology something so sometimes it can be quite cool and quite warm in the same day. Then if you’re driving inland… well, pack a couple outfits.

I have learned about myself from this. I have the world’s smallest range of comfortable temperature. And I think it’s 80 degrees. Maybe 80.1 to 80.2. One ocean breeze and I need a winter coat over that little sundress. Brr. In Texas I just needed a sweater for the AC certain places would blast. Here you have to position yourself out of the breeze. Those plexi/glass retainer type walls aren’t for decoration – you can’t lay out without them. It might be sunny, but it can feel like the temperature changes in the shade by 30 degrees or something.

I am imagining menopause. Since my body is already insane, it will either have no effect on me at all (sweet!) OR I will be able to make ice cubes for your drink in one hand and light your cigarette with the other.

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Blast From My Past

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It is unreal to me that this song is over 10 years old. It was on a CD that SB bought/made me in college and I never ever have been able to stop listening to it. The new remix is only made better by the video keeping the all time important ‘running man’ alive. You know if you’ve been out with me that to embarrass my husband, nothing works like breaking out the old dance moves. He’s really sick of me showing him this video. I’ve been watching it for a month now, and just wanted to share “in case you missed it”.

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On Second Thought

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Most of you should know about MK’s forced vacation by now, if you don’t, well, you’ll have to ask somebody. We’ve hit that super loving spot of needing to spend some serious time apart. So, in the height of his awesomeness, MK finally got started on his new hobby, and spent the weekend with an instructor learning how to sail a boat. I, to be sure, was all for this new hobby in concept. We can charter a boat without a crew, even buy one without me worrying who’s going to work it.

I’m envisioning all these fantastic moments:

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Then, however, I flip through some of his manuals. MK informs me, when he cranks it to top speed or whatever, he could fall off the boat and I will have to know how to sail back and get him. (Or some other silly scenario that makes me have to work). Gone is my bikini and mimosa, suddenly I’m all geared up.

 

MK had me all set to suggest we buy a giant catamaran and live on it for years to come, but that was when the only schooling I was going to have to do was to read about provisioning (easy: spaghetti every night). That was when I was entertainer, lounge model, person in charge of relaxation. Now, we go shopping and he’s suggesting deck hands gloves and adventure pants. Usually with any new hobby we attempt, it’s the shopping for a whole ‘hobby specific’ wardrobe that gets me excited. Boating gear is not as alluring as I had imagined.

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Postponement

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Well, had I known early yesterday morning what kind of day it would turn out to be, I wouldn’t have posted so forcefully. I mean, I was sure I was going to be shopping today. But now, it’s going to have to be laptop weekend.

The weather was the best it’s been yet, and KE and I made our drinks and lunch, grabbed our books, and got to start our summer early. Bikinis in February are hilarious. The boys came to meet us, and we were out all afternoon. We cooked a giant dinner, and toasted the sunset.

We scored last minute tickets to Anthology to see the Pat Metheny Trio. Collectively, I learned that that many Grammy’s only awards you a very strange crowd. The place was interesting to say the least, and it led to a long night.

So today was a lazy day. MK humored me much more than I expected, but of course after all the online research he is trying to convince me to wait until the best wi-max compatible whatever is available. We all know he’s just stalling, but has committed to taking me shopping this weekend. We’ll see…

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