Category Archives: San Diego, California

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Best I Can Do

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We’ve been having such a great summer! Getting to know our good friends even better, hanging around the beach, trying tons of new places, and starting our volleyball club at 4pm has been a blast! MK has a ton of photos he owes me that I keep promising you that just aren’t happening. Today BD and MR let me join them for a trip to Balboa Park, a really amazing place that we don’t get to all that often. I took pictures with my phone since I forgot my camera – but hey, that means I have the pictures and can show you them! I just threw everything that was on my phone into an album.

Here they are!

I have so much more to look forward to – Sandy Eggo is a great place! We’re taking a road trip, seeing comedians, concerts, planning trips, and getting a few more visitors soon – not to mention CH moving here! Best Summer EVER!

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County Fair Round Two

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This is the second time we took a trip to the fair. I loved it last year (here’s that post) and since DW would disintegrate in any more direct sun, the fair provided an option since the beach was out. Unfortunately since it was the last weekend, and the day before the holiday that everyone was off from work, we spent an hour getting there. It was worth it when we got our Zucchini Weenie though!

That’s right, they actually listed it in the program as the newest feature food of the fair. The description is a simple one: a hot dog, in a zucchini, fried in batter. It was at the stand that also featured the fried chicken in a Krispy Kreme donut, the fried mushrooms, the fried ice cream cookie sandwich, the fried Twinkie, and the fried Oreos.

Fair food is hilarious. There is no light snack. There is splurge after splurge. Fried food in general, fair food, etc., is a big treat. Well, at least for us. There were people in that line that I’m not sure realized that all their problems could be solved by stepping out of that line. Maybe not solved, but let’s call it a step. There were multiple people in those carts driving themselves because they were too big to walk in that line. I just don’t understand…

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Legoland

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Legoland is the perfect fun zone for children ages 6 to 13. Or ages 30 to 35.

DW is my buddy for all things I’ve always wanted to do but never got the chance. This is a great post about one of our adventures together. So with him here I had a buddy (couldn’t believe CH turned me down) to drive up to Carlsbad and pay too much money (I will swear forever I was not the one in charge of the coupon) to see Legos. Legos everywhere. Rides were for small children, even though we made our way on to a few. MK let us go be happy and excited, and took our picture so often the camera battery died.

We watched screaming crazy kids run through water, look at Lego Miniland, and eat junk food. And I might just be speaking for myself (but I doubt it) when I say: these things are much funner without the kids. The kids are what most adults are even there for, but we were there for us.

We (I) keep telling the joke, we’re going to have kids that want to go, and we’ll just say, “Nah. Mom and Dad went, here are thie pics. Look how much fun we had! You wouldn’t have that much fun. The lines were long. This is close enough”.

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Better Or Worse?

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When we were chillin’ chilly style up in Utah, I mentioned (more than once, I think, but only found this time) the crazy liquor laws. And it went beyond that. Not being able to drink on election day. Really NEEDING a drink one night and not being able to get one. Inviting guests and forcing them to BYOB (BTOB, I guess).

So I’m in CVS yesterday, and I’m realizing California is basically the polar opposite. You have to gamble to get this much booze thrown at you. It’s everywhere. You can buy huge crazy bottles of anything you want at the grocery store. At CVS. I noticed it in particular because the CVS advertises so crazy. CVS just took over Long’s drug stores out here. They had no awnings. CVS put these awnings up “Liquor”, “Photos”, “Liquor”, “Pharmacy”, “Liquor”. All around the building. So if you’re visiting from a normal state that doesn’t sell booze EVERYWHERE – you know you don’t have to go to A LIQUOR STORE, you just go to CVS. Makeup, check. Toothpaste, check. Handle of rum, check. And it’s Sunday. At midnight.

So, is it better or worse? I should think it’s awesome after going virtually dry right? I can always throw a cocktail party. But for some reason I think it’s totally crazy. Some WalMart’s have better wine steals than BevMo. And of course I have to hit up Trader Joe’s for the Two Buck Chuck. It was almost easier in Utah, where everything was in one place. You knew what your choices were and you dealt with it. Here we’re running around price comparing things. Don’t even get me started on the CostCo giant sized bottles of Vodka in my kitchen right now (I’ve lost count). It’s crazy. Are they trying to keep us so drunk we don’t notice how broke the state is…?

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It’s Not Just Me

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If you can even believe it, all this short and sporadic posting isn’t me being lazy, or having too much fun. I’m sorry to have to admit it, but the computer seems to not have been properly fixed. Or fixed at all. The screen keeps crapping out like it used to – and this time around it’s even harder to get it back up and running.

So on top of all that, losing (or was it stolen!??! I think stolen.) my phone was just perfect. The funny thing was that I had it a whole year and that’s pretty average for me. I get a new free one that I’m sitting around waiting for now. Being so unattached to the world literally gave me a panic attack for about an hour, then it was kind of fun. Some of our friends texted MK and we got to go to a giant birthday Monday pool party.

We ran last night for the first time (SDH3 baby!) which was pretty awful for me and made me worry if I’m even going to make it to the end of Red Dress Run’s 5 mile trail. How out of shape you get so fast if you don’t maintain!

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This Is The Life

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The way I look at it now – I couldn’t NOT be depressed after my grandmother passed away. I’d been living such a blessed life, it made me feel like nothing could go wrong. So I had to deal with the loss, the reality, and being humbled.

Meeting new people in so many different places has exposed me to so much and taught me so many things. One dear friend battled depression and it was the first encounter with someone close to me. I kept thinking (and saying) “But her life is so awesome and great and fun, HOW could she be unhappy?” Talking to her about it made me realize that whole idea is part of the problem- knowing you shouldn’t be sad MAKES you feel guilty, and sadder. 

So I can better cope with my own little bits. I have days where thinking that we don’t own a home, that I probably couldn’t get a job if I worked for free, that I say all the wrong things at all the wrong times- all it takes is an overcooked dinner on top of all that and I lose it. I used to just shut down, but now I concentrate, count my blessings, and move on. I’m back on top of the grouchy bits and conquering them gives me the strength to make good times even better. (I totally wanted to put ‘gooder’ there…).

Point being – I have the awesomest life on the planet. I have a great family, great friends, and O!M!G! I live on a beautiful beach. I had to refrain from updating my Twitter/Facebook all weekend and week while our company was here – I was afraid to brag. Seriously, even if it was just a night out for tacos, everything was the best time ever!

BB and MB are two of the most amazing people that I’ve ever met – they make me better just for being with them. Meeting BIL’s new girl reminded me I’m still growing and never will be perfect, but holy cow is it fun to dish about family. We all ended up new shades of hot pink and lobster – well of course I’m nice and bronzed, I just have that skin – thanks Dadd! We got to watch the Sea World fireworks almost every night. We really did take some great pictures and I hope I find the time this weekend to share them with you. Just don’t call it bragging. 😉

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Scaring The Lifeguards

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I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned this here before, but I can’t swim, not really.  I took lessons as a kid at the Reservoir and the monster mean lady told me sharks would eat my toes if I didn’t swim right. Like that’s going to work. I can kinda force myself around in a pool, if  I don’t put my head under. And if I can touch. No deep end for me. Unless there’s a wall to cling to once I get over there. Never learned treading water. My Kardashian booty sinks like a rock.

So I’m not exactly sure what to call yesterday. Last year MK forced me to snorkel, by teaching me in the pool and taking me to see the leopard sharks. It was insane. But I did it. It was my understanding that that was a one time deal and I’d never have to go through that trauma again…

But MK decided he wanted to show me what floating in a wetsuit was like. He dragged me to La Jolla Shores kicking and screaming and rented me a wetsuit, booties, and fins. The rental guy could tell I was freaking out and thought I was a moron. I looked hideous – which is against everything I stand for at the ocean. I wobbled into the water and of course, the waves picked up (MK assured me it would be a super calm day). So there’s me, kinda cry-moan-whining, and him, holding me and making me put my feet up and out and get the fins on and practice the concepts of swimming. I am waaaaay to old for this.

I don’t want to learn to swim. He kept telling me it will be like skiing, which I was a major chicken about but now kick butt. But I WANTED to ski. I’d never tried it. I took a long time because I wanted to get it right. I don’t have dreams about dying skiing. I do have dreams (especially last night) of drowning*.

So we kinda just hung out there, until I calmed down and we had a few laughs. I kept hoping if I made it horrible enough he’d give up, but my husband is entirely too determined. He didn’t quit when I was hyperventilating, just told me that if I didn’t shut up the lifeguards would come try to rescue me and that would be the most embarrassing ever. I can’t say I swam, or snorkeled, but I got in the ocean yesterday, and hung out a little with my feet in the air.

 

 

 

*Do not tell me if I could SWIM, I wouldn’t DROWN. That logic doesn’t fly here.

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Status Update

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The electronic lady voice from Dell called me two days ago now to let me know that she had my laptop. I sure hope she can fix it.

They didn’t say how long it would take. Or if they’d give it back. Just that they got it, thanks for sending your broken stuff to us! I’m picturing monkeys with hammers…in the meantime I’m running around causing drama and then forgetting what it is even though I want to share more than ever before. For example,

I spent Mother’s Day with the only Mom I knew. A friend of a friend. Seemed nice. After 4+ hours of sitting around with her crazy kids (I’ll allege I mean ‘cool crazy’ if I get sued for slander) I get told that I’m a bad person for ‘rushing home’ to pick up MK. And a psycho. (That sounds like I’m picking up MK and a psycho – that made me Laugh Out Loud. She called me a psycho. You got it, I just wanted to clarify for my own sake.) And a spoiled brat. Dude, I brought her FLOWERS. So – turns out she wasn’t the only MOM I knew, she was the only insane bipolar freak I never knew I knew. Huh.

Needless to say I’m not doing that again anytime soon – although crazy seems to be in the air over here on the bay, I wonder what they illegally dump in this water?

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I Miss You

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This is the thirty seconds I get of computer time to tell you how much I miss you- quick little catch up note style. I will not get into the bargaining and begging I had to subject myself to just to be able to say hi. The laptop is off in some cold building getting fixed and MK would rather I cut off his toes while he slept than touch his computers. Apparently they are important things that pay my bills.

Fortunately I got a beach cruiser and had a girls day at the beach to keep me occupied. We even had Round One of the Great Guac-Off, and I look forward to much more pigging out over homemade guacamole all summer. Riding a bike after 15 years or so was a riot. I need more practice before I hit the streets. We’re off to volleyball, talk to you soon!

My new cruiser!

My new cruiser!

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They Already Hate Us

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We really liked living in a house in Park City. We shipped MK’s giant stereo system, set it up in the basement, and played it as loud as we could. We parked our car as crooked as we wanted. I did laundry and let it sit until I knew I had to do it or it would get moldy. I might have walked around not all the way attired as long as the blinds were closed. Houses are fun.

Then we moved. I’m happy to be back in sunny San Diego, but part of the price for this water front view is sharing it with a hundred thousand other people. We didn’t buy the condo, we’re renting. But we totally get that to some people this is home and rules are important to help people live around all those other people. We’re rule followers, mostly.

We parked the car in the spot closest to the elevator to lift MK’s 200+ lb. amp. And got yelled at. As we were leaving said spot, maybe 2 minutes later. Do we look like spot stealers? With smiles like these? We have to get bike tags and ignore the baby crying downstairs and get funny looks when we actually use the pool area. We have to say hi to everyone even if we’re not in the mood. It’s harder than it sounds.

Of course I can’t really complain, I love it here. I just can’t understand why (for what, the fifth time?) we get drama for being the ‘seasonals’. We’re the nicest of the ‘seasonals’. We keep to ourselves and behave and don’t make big messes. We’re not going to go nuts. I mean, other than when we use the speakers.

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