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I Recognize That I Am Bad At This….

5 Apr

When I started this blog, the intent was to write AT LEAST biweekly. I clearly have not done that, yet here I am, going to try again. With renewed purpose. With more conviction. I am REALLY going to update this more often. For reals.

First and foremost, these promises are 1,000 times less empty because this showed up at my door last week:













This has made all the difference in my desire to be on the computer because the MacBook Air is an amazing computer to begin with, AND it is better than my piece of crap Sony Vaio that was about 3 years past her prime. RIP pink lady (she was a pink Vaio, obviously). So I am hopeful that now that I have a computer that doesn’t make me want to stab things, I’ll be a lot more motivated to post and creep all across the internet.

Also, a new MacBook Air means I can spend a beautiful Saturday morning at the coffee shop across the street from my apartment with a set-up like this:


I am living the life of my dreams, on the weekend at least, and OK, that’s a lot of hyperbole because the life of my dreams involves having WAY more money in my checking account. And a ranch of cats, but in a sanitary way, where Animal Police could come and find no issues.

Also, the coffee place that I am talking about is called Krakatoa, and it is adorable and right across the street from my apartment. It basically looks like a large tree hut, and they have a wrap around patio underneath a canopy of trees, and if you ignore the street noise behind you, it almost feels like you are in some exotic island in the Pacific. With good coffee and cheap sandwiches. Anyway, if you are ever in San Diego, it is worth a visit.

As for everything else, this month marks six months that I have lived in San Diego. It has obviously had its ups and downs, the ups outweighing the downs. I really, really like San Diego itself – I can even forgive the fact that everything and everyone here is EXTREMELY slow. Every morning at Starbucks is an exercise in Zen for me, because most of me wants to scream at everyone to stop talking to the barrista, to give the barrista their order, and for the barrista to shake what mama gave them and pour whatever needs to go into the cup FASTER. I’d like to think San Diego is forcing me to become a patient person, but that’s not true. I just seethe on the inside and dig my nails into my thighs until I can almost feel tears in my eyes from the pain. But ya know, I REALLY love everything else. Especially the weather. Oh man, I really like not ever having to deal with temperatures below 60 (generally).

I kind of hate my job, but there is nothing that can be done about that. It is tough doing something that you are insanely overqualified for, and it is hard complaining about it without sounding like a brat. But it sucks. Nature of the relocating beast, I suppose, but I am hoping other things come along.

The guy is doing well – I’ve been forcing him to do all sorts of activities (and eat all sorts of food OBVIOUSLY) around San Diego, and he complains, but he loves it. We also went to Las Vegas in February to go see the Britney Spears show. She was amazing, Las Vegas was whatever. I don’t see the point in a city solely devoted to alcohol and gambling. I get that other people do, and they enjoy that, and I wish them many happy times in Vegas. I, on the other hand, thought it was boring. I think alcohol tastes bad, I’m not rich enough to gamble, and I would rather stick sewing needles into my thigh than pay $40 to get into a club, so that may be my last time in Vegas, unless unforeseen circumstances force me to go again.

When it comes to social life, the guy is essentially my social life. I have made zero friends in San Diego, but I have also tried very little to make friends. It’d be nice to have people to hang out with, and also nice for the hubs to not feel guilty every time he goes out because he knows I have somewhere to go, too, but I am OK with it. I have been kind of a loner weirdo since birth (not really birth, but you get it), and don’t mind hanging out with myself a lot. Even during high school, when one is arguably at their most social, I would spend whole weekends locked in my room because the thought of hanging out with or talking to anyone was exhausting. HOWEVER, I do love my friends back home and miss them very much – it is hard to find people who know and love you as a social weirdo, and still want to be around you any way 🙂

The guy and I are obviously good. No complaints there, except that he is a slob and sometimes I want to shove the dirty socks he leaves all over the house into his mouth while holding his nose, but I think that’s normal. He actually booked us a trip to Catalina Island at the end of the month, and I am excited. I told him one of my number one priorities while out here (besides becoming a millionaire) was to travel, so I think we are doing well on that front.

I have been doing other stuff on the side, too. I started volunteering for Voices for Children out here to do CASA work. Every one I worked with at the AG’s office back home is going to be like, “what the F?” but I like the idea of doing the kind of work that I used to do without being bound by the rules or bureaucracy of my old bosses. If you are unfamiliar, CASAs basically volunteer to act as legal liaisons between juvenile court and children in the foster system. I haven’t been assigned a kid yet, but I think it’s important to give back, so I think it’s a good way to spend my time. I am cheesy. Whatever.

I also became a member of San Diego Writers Ink, and if you live out here and you love to read or write, you should definitely give it a look: I have been going to a writing group once a week and taking creative writing classes, and I find all of that immensely satisfying. I’ve been writing a ton more on my own (obviously not on here), and it is a nice way to stay sane. I feel a lot less crazy when I am writing things down on the daily, so I highly recommend it for those who have a lot of chatter in their head space.

OK, I think that’s a thorough catching up on the happenings. OH, also, these exist and they have the potential to change your life:


Chuao is a San Diego-based company (I think), but I am pretty sure you can get these elsewhere. Anyway, this was the maple bacon chocolate bar, and I have also sampled the potato chip bar and the popcorn bar, and they make me feel all sorts of warm and lovely things as I eat them. I don’t even like chocolate that much, and I think these are the shit. I try to pick one up every time I pass the World Market in South Park. If you can’t find them in a store, order them online (there’s a website, probably but that’s just a guess).

And I will end on that 🙂



Hello Again (Again)

3 Feb

At this point, it has become clear that my limited attention span and inability to follow through on projects has affected my hopes and dreams of being a blogger of infamy. Sigh. I suppose a month between posts isn’t THAT terrible.

All that has transpired in the month between posts:

(1) I got a job! I am working a little more than part time for a small firm in downtown San Diego as a law clerk. I think my dream of leaving the legal field is going to take a little longer to achieve, but while I am working on it, I am also going to start studying for the California bar exam and most likely take it this summer. Hopes and dreams won’t pay my student loan bills, but being a member of the State Bar and working as an attorney might. Sigh.

(2)I discovered that California is making my eczema infinitely worse.

(3) I took this really good picture:


(4) I got two pet rats – Dionne and Cher.









(5) I bought universal life insurance from a former professional Tim Allen look-a-like.

(6) I discovered these from Trader Joe’s and they are the truth:













Now for an aside for a Mini Restaurant Review:

I ate at Soda & Swine, a restaurant in San Diego that is notable because they serve meatballs to hipsters. Official verdict? Overrated. My Dad makes better meatballs. I don’t need weird stuff in my meatballs to appreciate them. Also, there were vegetarian meatballs on the menu and that kind of defeats the purpose of calling it a MEATball. If you want to eat meatballs, then you shouldn’t be vegetarian.

The restaurant itself is small.  It is also dark. I don’t think it has a real roof. The servers there are typical of anti-establishment establishments (HA), as in they can’t hear anything you say because their trendy eatery is crowded with loud people, they have piercings in places you didn’t imagine could be pierced (how old do I sound?), and they seem to be quietly judging you based on all of your food choices.

There aren’t any individual tables, just two very long communal tables. I hate this style of eating. I have always despised going to hibachi restaurants for this very reason – people feel pressured to talk to one another because of the close proximity, and you end up being forced to make small talk about how cool the chef tricks are. I don’t want to eat with strangers. I have weird social anxiety about these types of things. The only good thing about this style of eating is you can eavesdrop very easily on random people, and that is probably one of my favorite hobbies in life. I even stopped talking/listening to my husband and his friend (my dining buddies) because I was engrossed in the conversation taking place next to me. This is also why I can’t eat at “communal dining” places – I ignore the people I actually came with and just eavesdrop on everyone around me. Maybe I really love eating at these places.

I am going to make more promises about regular posting here (again) not really to anyone but myself, so we shall see how that goes. I already have thoughts for my next post, so be on the look out for my thoughts on Sea World and self help books. Maybe if I outline my topics ahead of time, it will give me incentive to actually write the damn thing….

Insert Title About the New Year

2 Jan

I get that the general idea is that the New Year is all about a “new you” or a fresh start or some set of resolutions designed to make you a better human being, but I don’t buy into all that, so you won’t get any New Year hype from me. I could go into the general rant that I save for my nearest and dearest, about how time is a human construct and doesn’t really matter, but I’ll keep that gem to myself.

Coincidentally, and having nothing to do with a resolution for the new year, I would like to be more consistent about writing on here. I would also like to try and be more personal. Going over my last few posts, I realized it is kind of just an account of “I went here, I ate here, I saw this” which is all well and good – I do some interesting stuff and lord knows I eat a lot of amazing food – but it gets old quickly. I stayed away from the idea of blogging for so long because contrary to my general omnipresence on Facebook, I am kind of private in general. I don’t like discussing my personal life, I most certainly do not like discussing my feelings, and I really don’t like the idea of discussing either of those things on the internet where anybody with technology and a wifi hookup can read all about it. However, I am realizing that the most read blogs, books, articles, whatever, are those that get a little (or a lot) personal. I am going to try and do the same. It won’t be a feelings dump because that’s just not how it is with me, but maybe a little more introspective and a little deeper than “I climbed a mountain today and then ate french toast.”

On a completely different topic, I would like to note that I really hate when I notice that somebody has defriended me on Facebook. Not that I care that somebody has decided that they no longer need my internet friendship, but I just want to be told when and why somebody defriends me. It doesn’t affect my life in any way, except that I am innately curious and start to try and pinpoint what exactly transpired in the moment somebody decided to go to my profile and click “Remove Friend.” Usually these people are people I don’t even like, and am just Facebook friends with because curiosity is a terrible burden and makes you friend people (or accept friend requests) just so you can see the current state of a person’s existence. But still, noticeable defriending has happened to me more than once and it irks me that I’ll never get a reason why – like being dumped unceremoniously without any explanation as to what you did wrong.

If I was in charge of Facebook, I would design it so that every time you defriended someone, a little box pops up and asks you to explain why the defriending needs to occur. Facebook would then send that little tidbit of information (along with a timestamp) to the recently defriended person. I guess some people love the internet so much (myself included) because it allows you to avoid confrontation and live a relatively anonymous existence if you want to – generally, you can’t “defriend” somebody in real life without a little bit of a struggle – but something about the defriending option on Facebook annoys me so much. In general, I never defriend anyone, unless knowledge of their general existence becomes detrimental to my mental health. I feel like people use defriending as a passive-aggressive declaration of dislike. The defriender wants it to be known that something about the defriended bothers them or is unlikeable, but the defriender is too afraid to actually comment an offensive status or a terrible person’s wall with “you’re a jerk and I hate you. Bye.” I hate passive-aggressive anything, so I find defriending sort of insidious in a completely harmless way (if that makes sense).

I actually started thinking about this because (1) I noticed a recent defriending on Facebook and (2) a series of tweets happened between me and a local San Diego real estate figure, wherein the realtor got really upset over a lazy joke I made about an outfit that looked like something realtors wear.

Kim (the other tweeter) attacked me out of nowhere, and essentially called me a terrible human being. I appreciated her open declaration of “hey I hate you and I am defriending you.” I think that’s how it should be done. At least now when I lo0k at my list of twitter followers, and notice that Kim is no longer one of them, I can understand that it is because Kim doesn’t like me and told me so. Mystery solved.

That’s about it for today. See, this is what happens when I get personal – the internet gets rants about Facebook and my fear of being defriended.

On a less serious note, the hand choreography from Beyonce’s “Flawless” video is a LOT harder than it looks.

Unemployment Can Be Exhausting

24 Dec

My title is truth. I am still wildly unemployed, but despite my lack of income, have been super busy the past week or so and am pretty exhausted. It is also semi-embarrassing to describe yourself as exhausted to others when you are unemployed because they all give you the look, like “you have nothing to be tired over.” Not true guys, not true.

My sister came to visit last week with her boyfriend and it was a lovely and welcome visit, especially since it is the first time I’ve been able to hang out with family in over two months. Military spouse life is lonely (oh yeah, Navy guy and I got married a few weeks back. There. Announced). Before my sister came, I cleaned the whole apartment top to bottom and I am becoming startlingly good at cleaning now that I have nothing else to do. I also did a massive amount of grocery shopping because my sister’s fave thing to do seems to be eating, so I wanted to make sure I was stocked. I tried to become one of those people who shops at Trader Joe’s (it seems to be the Cali way, that or Whole Foods), so I stopped there first. I don’t get the appeal. Yes, they have some cool snacks and condiments and such, but the meat selection looks like it was picked from the Darwin reject farm and the fruit and veggies look like they led very sad lives before they made it to the TJ produce aisle. I bought several things from TJs and then ended up going to the regular grocery store because, no offense, Trader Joe’s kind of sucks.

Anyway, besides the fact that she used all my tampons and ate all my popcorn, my sister and her boyfriend were a good time. I won’t describe everything we did with words, I’ll just convey the itinerary through visuals:

french toast

OK so I have to narrate because words are important. The above is french toast from The Mission in the East Village downtown. Probably the best french toast I ever had, and I have had a lot of french toast in my life. Also a very cute restaurant. Navy guy hates it because he has a personal vendetta against hipster cafes so it was nice to have my sister and her boyfriend here so that I could force them to eat there with me. They were fans.

la jolla

There was hiking at Torrey Pines in La Jolla. The hiking there is quite easy – the trails are well laid out and the inclines are minimal. The views are pretty amazing though. We have hiking back East, and I’ve done some trails in the NJ/NY area, but I am pretty sure the views here in Cali beat any of the views I ever had hiking back at home.painting

We did a wine and painting night through Wine & Palette CA. Groupon had a deal for $17 a person so we all went to Ocean Beach and did some painting. My painting is on the left and was the clear winner of the night. Anybody who says otherwise is stupid.smiling turtle

Obviously we went to the zoo because animals win. I am 100% positive this tortoise was smiling at me, as he should have, since I spent ten minutes talking to him (her?).Ty hiking

We did some more hiking while Navy Guy was at work at the Mission Trails. We climbed up Cowles Mountain, which has some important statistics that one of the park guides shared with us that I don’t remember now (and didn’t really listen to then). This hike was a little more challenging than the La Jolla hiking. My sister, while being big into sports in high school, is slightly on the lazy side. I think this hike kicked her butt a little bit. I only say this because the whole way up the mountain, she could be heard muttering, “F*ck this mountain, f*ck this hike, f*ck this sh*t.” She’s a lady.

There were more activities scattered throughout the week, but those were the highlights. It was hard watching my sister go because it was the most company I’ve had in a long time, and it’s been a little depressing now that the house is quiet again.

Navy guy, one of his friends, and I hiked again this weekend at Poway Lake up some crazy ass mountain that kicked my ass. We did the Mount Woodson trail and that sh*t is all uphill and my asthma was like “stop it a$$hole” but my pride was like “if you don’t finish this, I’m never speaking to you again.” I did finish the hike, but not without some verbal abuse of Navy guy. To know me is to love me.


Near the top.

There’s a crap ton of hiking to do here in Cali, and while I have all this free time, I am trying to take advantage of all the outdoor activities. I’m also trying to eat better because living out here makes it VERY easy to eat really well. Everywhere you go wants to feed you veggie this and veggie that and gluten free this and no diabetes ever that. My meals today were on point – fruit smoothie for breakfast, sushi for lunch, and a grilled turkey sandwich with clementine slices for dinner. I almost don’t recognize myself. I need to be eating better and working out more anyway because being unemployed makes it very easy to get chubby from sitting around watching TV and eating all day (AHEM).

Some random thoughts:

– I need hiking shoes if I am going to be doing all the hiking. I’ve busted my ass more than once and there is nothing sexy or fun about falling in dirt. Also, I feel like the more you fall, the more mountain lions think you’re the weak one of the group and the more likely they’ll come eat your face.

– My parents gave me funds to buy a bike as my Christmas gift. This isn’t that big of an announcement, but I am excited to bike all over the place.

– I wanted to really dislike Beyonce’s surprise CD since it did so much better than Britney’s CD released the week prior, but I’ll give credit where it is due – the songs and the video on the disc are kind of amazing. “Blue” made me tear up the first time I listened to it. Internet fist bump for Bey.

– I despise Christmas. I went to the grocery store at 3 PM today to pick up some essentials and the place was packed. Women were running up and down the aisles, frantically searching for stuffing and chocolate chips and were merciless in their cart pushing and aisle stomping. I wanted to set the decorative Christmas tree at the front of the store on fire as a statement, but felt like it was against my best interests to do so, so I refrained. But still, I REALLY hate Christmas.

– I had an interview on Friday for a paid internship (I know, internship at 28, awesome) with a startup tech company. The internship is doing PR and marketing work and exactly what I am trying to get into, so I am hoping that the outcome is positive. I am tired of job hunting and the job itself seemed pretty perfect (except for the pay, but oh well). I am hoping this turns out like the Chandler story arc on “Friends” where he quit his job, took an advertising internship, and then got an awesome job. I know real life isn’t like TV, but there is no reason it shouldn’t be.

That’s all for now.

Playing Catch Up AGAIN

6 Dec

Like I said, attention span of a mouse. Or another animal that can’t sit long enough to write a blog post. In sum, here is another catching up post because I have not posted in over a month. Part of my problem is that my laptop is a piece of shit. The battery is dead to the point that if I unplugged the laptop from the wall, the computer would die in two and a half minutes. Also, I have to connect the computer to a little vent fan thingie because if I don’t, it overheats and dies. So instead of accepting any responsibility for being a lazy blogger, I am going to blame my laptop. I want a new one but it is hard to buy a new laptop when you don’t have a job and are mooching off your man. Some part of me doesn’t feel right telling the guy that I want a laptop for Christmas and adding that it can’t be a Dell (because they are shitty) and I would prefer a $1,200 Apple MacBook Pro.

Anyway – like I said, still jobless. I have probably submitted something close to 150 applications but still nada. The problem is that I don’t really want to do law anymore but it is kind of the only thing I am qualified to do (or appears to be the only thing I am qualified to do because if employers knew me, they would know I am qualified to do most things). I’ve been trying to focus on copywriting jobs at Advertising and PR firms, but apparently a lot of people want those jobs and have experience doing those jobs and therefore, have a leg up on my application. I’ve also been applying to jobs at Universities because I was super good at college AND free tuition. However, it is looking more and more like I have to suck it up and take the bar out here. Not having a job is boring. All I do all day is make the bed, wash dishes, play with the cats, apply to jobs, and eat. I guess I am bad at being unemployed because I am sure there are people out there that would use this time to write the next Great American novel or learn an instrument or become fluent in Mandarin. I guess I need to stop sleeping till noon and eating cookies for breakfast.

While San Diego has taken some getting used to (HI NO CHINESE DELIVERY PLACES ANYWHERE EOIOIFJGIJBGSJDBGLJSDNFIAUHFIUPEHF), I am starting to really like it out here. It is by no means New York City, but it has its own special qualities. I have been dragging the guy around to do activities because I am easily bored and have no friends here, and it has been a good time.

We have done whale watching which isn’t that fun. In my mind, whale watching involved like “Free Willy” levels of whale/people interaction, but the most I saw was a hump and some air blowing of three whales hanging out. I think they were gray whales but I don’t even remember. Also, I fell asleep for a good chunk of that excursion. I did get to see real live seals though, which was much cooler than seeing 1/36 of a whale.


They are fat and lazy so right now we have a lot in common.






We also did a wine and painting night with the “Wine and Palette Co.” out here and that was actually a LOT of fun. They had the class at West Coast Cafe in Imperial Beach and before we talk about painting, I should talk about what I really go anywhere for and that is food. The sandwiches here were awesome, and I am not even that big on sandwiches. Also, Imperial Beach is very cute and I am starting to become a big fan. Anyway, the painting class was cool, Sam had beer, I had Diet Coke and Mexican hot chocolate, and we learned that Sam is a better painter than me.

image(16)His painting is on the right and looks much more similar to what the final product was supposed to look like. My painting looks like an angry 6th grader, who forgot to take their Ritalin, threw some paint on a canvas. I think I’ll send it to one of my parents or grandma because they are all people who are legally obligated (it is somewhere in the Constitution) to adore anything made by my hands.

We have also done a zoo trip. If it was up to me, we would probably go to the San Diego Zoo every week because animals are cool, but the guy is less enthused about the zoo life than I am. I am debating buying a membership for $99 because it means you can go to the zoo for free whenever you like and that means I could go pet goats whenever whimsy struck.







This past weekend, we played Three’s Company with one of the guy’s friends who was sort of homeless given that the Navy is weird and can make you sort of homeless sometimes, so he stayed with us. We did some bar hopping Saturday night for North Park’s “30 on 30th” which basically means a bunch of bars and restaurants offer specials on the 30th of every month in that particular neighborhood. North Park was ranked one of the top hipster neighborhoods by Forbes this year and I can see why. Naturally, I am sort of partial to it because as much as I protest, I clearly have some hipster proclivities. One of the places we stopped at was The Office, which was very cute and Mad Men-themed and I am now a fan.

image(11)Obviously, the drinks were too fancy for a 28 year old woman such as myself (I prefer my alcohol hidden beneath sugar and fruity flavors) but it was still a good time.

On Sunday, we went to the SoNo Chili Fest which was also really fun. I did buy a chili bowl so that I could sample all the chili but the guy ended up eating all my chili because I am a baby and can not handle spicy foods. Even the chilis that were labeled “mild” were too rich for my tastes. I don’t even put pepper in my food because I think it burns, so I guess I should have known this but I think the guy was happy with all the chili thrown his way. We also came across the Devilicious food truck, which I had never heard of before, but the guy’s friend explained to me that it was a big deal and had a Food Network shout out, so I then became excited about something I knew zip about.









So that is the long and the short of the last couple of weeks. I am going to seriously try and be better at blogging, if not for my VAST audience and my own mental sanity (unemployment is BORING). I am also going to try and start waking up earlier and being better at being unemployed (i.e., learn to be productive), so we shall see.

And as a last word, look how pretty it is out here…