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Samuel L. Jackson Made Me Forget What Title I Wanted to Give This

5 May

This post may ramble and seem disjointed at points, as “The Negotiator” is on HBO right now and Samuel L. Jackson screaming at people is very distracting (in a good way). The cats also will not leave me the fuck alone, and it is hard to concentrate and type when you have two furry, ten-pound sacks screaming (it is meowing, but the repetition makes it sound like screaming) at you and trying to sit on your arms.

It is already May. I have lived in San Diego for over six months. I have done and seen quite a bit out here in that time frame. In that time frame, I have also gotten lazy and chubby. This has been a surprise to me, given that I am living in California, which is essentially Mecca to the healthy and fit. There are insane amounts of in-shape, kale eating, green juice drinking people here. If you want to be healthy in San Diego, it is pretty much as easy as breathing. HOWEVER, if you want to be fat in San Diego, it is easier than breathing. For as healthy and vegan and gluten-free and outdoorsy as everyone and everything is, there are just as many options for donuts and pasta and hawaiian macaroni salad and BURRITOS.

One of the first things I actually noticed about San Diego (and loved) is that there are a wide variety of restaurants and cafes to try and try and try again. I didn’t expect San Diego to have as much of a culinary heart as it does, but it was a pleasant surprise. Less pleasant is the way my clothes fit and the number the scale alleges as fact. I’m not fat by any means – good genes will probably keep me from being fat (in my twenties and thirties at least). I am just less fit and less trim than I usually am.

Everyone has excuses when they gain weight, and I am no better than the rest. I have a Husband who has a healthy appetite and maybe wouldn’t mind if I gained a pound or ten, as he is pleased that I tend to gain below the waist. I have a maniac boss who thinks 8-5 or 8-6 should be normal working hours for a lowly law clerk, and who asks me every Friday if I want to work overtime that weekend. I also have an apartment to clean, dinners to cook, outside hobbies to partake in, and pets to play with. Finding the time to work out has been difficult. Finding the time to eat garbage has not been so difficult.

So, I have decided to try DietBet (for the second time). Essentially, you join a “game” and put money into a pot and bet that you can lose 4% of your body weight in a month. A bunch of other people do the same. If you lose the weight, you and the other winners split the pot. Pretty simple. You can check it out . We shall see how it goes. I have always had an on/off relationship with fitness – sometimes I eat pretty well and work out a ton and get in pretty good shape (again, genetics helps). Other times, I just don’t give a shit. I want mac and cheese and I don’t want to run anywhere. I don’t CARE what other people say about finding work outs that you LOVE and that you do because you enjoy the work out itself and don’t care about the results – that’s GARBAGE. Nobody does a workout because they really love it. They do it because they don’t want to be fat, or don’t want to die of cancer, or like having muscles, or whatever other motivation exists. Working out isn’t fun.

So the game plan – I can’t say I have ever eaten “healthy.” I have eaten less, I have eaten better, but I have never eaten a strictly clean diet. I am also never going to do so. I hate vegetables and no amount of science and discussion of antioxidants is ever going to convince me that I should suck it up and eat a cup of nasty ass broccoli a day. But, I can eat better. Less candy and pastelitos from down the street, and more fruit and fiber products. As for working out, walking, jogging, and even the recommended blogilates videos from the host of the DietBet game seems to be a fair plan. The blogilates chick is annoying, but there’s no workout video person who isn’t annoying. I got really into Crossfit and bootcamp classes last summer at the NYSC in Newark, and I’ve tried a few similar classes out here. Crossfit in Newark was fun, the teachers were cool, and the people in the classes had fun with it. Crossfit out here just consists of people yelling a lot and taking shit way too seriously. Everyone says Californians are laid back, but when it comes to Crossfit, they are mean and the gym class of most people’s nightmares, so pass on that.

Anyway, that’s the latest life development. I also started volunteering at a dog shelter because I think it’s fun to torture myself with puppies with sad eyes that need homes. But I am enjoying it, and if you live in the area and are thinking about adopting a dog, go here: Thankfully, the Husband and I live in an apartment where dogs aren’t allowed, or I would have surely brought one home by now. Or five.

Still working a job that, once a week, makes me go to the bathroom and cry in a stall like a high schooler without a lunch table, but I am working on that, too. Yay for tomorrow being Monday and the torture starting anew. Hope everyone else has a non-shitty Monday πŸ™‚


Happy Easter

20 Apr

First and foremost (obviously) Happy Easter to everyone. Easter is, by far, my favorite holiday of all the holidays. It doesn’t have the same whorish feel of Halloween, or the tinges of genocide like Thanksgiving, or reek of bullshit like Christmas. Easter is all bunnies and candy and rebirth and pastel colors. I ❀ Easter, so I hope everyone enjoyed their celebration today.

The last week has been a pretty exciting one here – mostly because the San Diego Reader published an article I wrote about the Blood Moon on Thursday (that I posted on the blog previously, but took down so that traffic could redirect to the Reader…if you want to check it out, click here). This is the first I have ever had anything published, let alone got paid for putting pen to paper (or finger to key, as it were). I have never done crack or shot heroin, but I am just going to imagine that the highs are similar. It is a very cool feeling, and an odd sort of validation. I have been writing A LOT for the last few months. Enough to fill a couple of notebooks and take up a couple of gigs of space.

The Husband finally nudged me a little towards submitting – I showed him the Blood Moon blog post, and he gave me a metaphorical thumbs up (not a real one, he would never), and it was submitted, and two days later, published. There’s a check in the mail with my name on it. Not for lawyering or some other terrible 9-5 gig (not that they are all terrible, but all of the ones I have been deemed suitable for have been). Pretty cool. Now I need to think of the next thing to write about, and that is proving difficult haha

The Husband and I also celebrated our six month anniversary on Saturday at Bertrand at Mister A’s. The Husband told me we should go real fancy to celebrate something special, so I did some research (i.e., I used the Yelp app) and Mister A’s had a lot of good reviews and hype, so reservations were made. The restaurant itself is easy to miss – it is the very top floor of a corporate plaza in Banker’s Hill (‘hood in San Diego to the unfamiliar). You walk into what looks like a corporate building, go to the elevators, step inside, and there’s a button that is very elegantly labeled Mister A’s:













Once at the top, you are led into a modestly-sized dining room with panoramic views of downtown San Diego, the harbor, and the airport. All the yelpies wrote that Mister A’s had some of the best views in San Diego and I concur. It was crazy beautiful. The staff at the restaurant was very nice, the food came super fast, and it was delicious. I am generally of the belief that the nicer the view, the shittier the food, but Mister A’s poked a few holes in that theory. Dinner for me was cabernet braised beef, root veggies, and mac and cheese. Dessert was a very strange (yet delicious) take on peanut butter fudge banana poundcake.

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All around, a really great dinner. It felt weird to be eating at a fancy place with $30 plates, and definitely not something I would do on the regular, even if I had crazy cash flow. But, I do recommend to those in San Diego that have an occasion to celebrate, want to see how the other half lives, or like really nice views:


Also, picked up a copy of Cheryl Strayed’s “Wild” based on lots of rave reviews in various places and news that Reese Witherspoon recently optioned it to be a movie. I am about halfway through and unimpressed. The writing is decent – she is a good writer, but it doesn’t wow you. Also, I am not big into descriptions of landscapes or views or the wilderness – show me, don’t tell me – and given the subject matter of the book (woman hikes the Pacific Coast Trail solo) there is A LOT of descriptive language of the woods. Kind of boring. Also, I can’t really identify with the author – the gist is that her Mom dies, so she goes batshit crazy, cheats on her Husband a bunch, starts doing heroin, becomes sort of a drifter, and loses her identity. Then she saves up her money and goes hiking for 4 months or something.Β Most of the time I am reading, I am judging her for being a whiner or a brat. BUT, I am still reading it, so I guess it can’t be that bad.

Nothing else that interesting to say. I am making lists of things to write articles about for local San Diego publications because like I said, getting published is the intellectual equivalent of sticking heroin into a fat vein, so if you have any ideas, feel free to leave them in the comments haha Still no leads on a new job, but I am feeling more optimistic lately, so maybe that’s a sign πŸ™‚


The Blood Moon

15 Apr

I watched last night’s much hyped “Blood Moon” in two phases. I don’t understand the science behind the Blood Moon or why they even called it that – it was more like the “Rust That Grows On Your Bicycle If You Leave It In The Garage Too Long Moon.” Despite not particularly understanding how or why the Blood Moon exists, the entire internet said that it was something that happened rarely. I was pretty determined to stay up and see it. I am tired of seeing pictures in the morning of the beautiful things that happened while I was asleep.

At around 8:00 PM, I told the Husband we would be watching a lunar eclipse. I even hyped it up, spitting out weird science that probably didn’t make any sense (and was grounded in zero truth), but he was tired and only half listening, so he nodded with his hand up – a sign to shoosh because he and the television were having a moment. He was asleep on the couch by 10. At around 10:52, I poked him and said, “Wake up – we have to go see the moon.” I think he forgot what he agreed to, and he stared at me blankly, lumbered around, put some shoes on, and oafed his way out the door behind me. He was pretty annoyed once he realized we weren’t just going to watch it from the front of our apartment building, but instead, walk to the park three blocks away and watch it from an open field.

If you want to read the rest, goΒ  here!

Does this count as being published? I hope so πŸ˜‰

Other Notables

  • As I noted previously, I have been writing a lot more and have started submitting things, both locally and nationally, for publication. Terrified. Rejection is NOT my favorite.
  • Husband is taking me to a fancy dinner at Bertrands at Mister A’s. Fancy food, skyline views. I am getting spoiled πŸ˜‰
  • Easter brunch is, on average, $49.95 per person out here. I know I said a lot of lovely things above, but kill yourself San Diego.
  • Having a Husband makes you fat.
  • Having a law degree makes you qualified for NOTHING.
  • Dime Stories – a second Friday of the month open mic night at Liberty Station in Point Loma – is an awesome event. I was pleasantly surprised at how awesome all the readers were, and how much I liked something that I normally would have mocked for being “hippie bullshit.” Sometimes, leaving the cynicism at home can do wonders for your night.

That is all for now πŸ™‚

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 πŸ™‚

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 πŸ™‚


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.Β  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.Β 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….

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.

Getting to Know San Diego

10 Dec

I’ve now been a San Diego resident for about 2 months (although it still isn’t driver’s license official – add that to the “To Do” list). Two months has been enough to get a feel for the area, find some favorite places to eat, and drive around without getting lost. It has also been enough time to notice differences between here and home – besides the obvious things, like weather and accents – and to recognize things that comprise San Diego’s “personality”. I shall enumerate here, since that was the intended purpose of this blog – documenting the transition from East Coast to West Coast.

For example, there are ZERO Dunkin Donuts in San Diego (or southern California, for that matter). If you are a NY/NJ/PA person, you know that Dunkin Donuts litter the streets, with their small pink and orange storefronts playing mecca to the working schlubs of the East Coast. I have never been a big DD fan – I think their coffee tastes like bitter water and while I love their donuts, my stomach does NOT love me after eating one. However, as soon as I noticed they weren’t out here, I started to miss them. I don’t understand why they haven’t made their way out here yet (although rumor has it that over 100 will open out here in 2014) but I guess Californians prefer burritos and lettuce to donuts and coffee.

One of the first things I tried to do when I moved out here was figure out the major roads. This has proven more difficult than I anticipated. Having spent most of my life in New Jersey, I got used to the basic idea that if I ever needed to get anywhere, the Garden State Parkway or the Turnpike would take me there. San Diego, and I guess California in general, is different. There are approximately 873621990 different highways/freeways here. If you want to get anywhere, you have to take three different major highways to do it. From our apartment alone, we can quickly hop on CA-94, CA-163, I-5, or I-15, and they are all connected in weird, convoluted ways. Also, the direction I am coming from on a particular highway usually denotes which exit I get off of – for example, just because I get off at the B-Street exit on I-5 North does NOT mean I get off on the B street exit from I-5 South. In fact, if I want to get home from I-5 South without making unnecessary detours, I would get off on the CA-94 exit and take that to G street. Obviously, if you don’t live around here, you have no idea what I am talking about, but it is as convoluted as it seems. I purposely drive around sometimes without any GPS assistance so I can get lost and find my way home. It is the only way to really figure all this crap out. I never thought I would miss the Garden State Parkway, but I do. Go figure.

In addition to the strange highway to highway to highway driving pattern here, the drivers themselves are also strange. Maybe it is because I come from a very aggressive driving state, but nobody here honks their horn. Ever. I got beeped at once since I moved here, and the driver had Florida plates. I’ve seen drivers sit and stare at cars in front of them as a light turns from red to green and nobody moves and nobody honks. I broke the horn in my first car from pounding it so much, so the fact that the instinct to punch the horn as soon as a light turns green and the first car in line doesn’t move is not in these drivers is strange to me.

I’ve already mentioned the whole delivery issue in previous posts but I am going to highlight that again here because DAAAAAMMMMITTTTT if I do not miss Chinese delivery. Or the days of cheap delivery. Any place that delivers around here charges stupid delivery fees (i.e., 4.99 + 15% of your bill). I’m starting to think it is because most of these delivery people have to take three highways to get anywhere, so I guess it makes sense, but still.

There are also a lot of really great things out here, I know I sound like I am hating on it, but I’m not. I think it is part of the acclimation process to immediately notice the stuff that is weird or different. I’m actually starting to really like the area, especially the particular neighborhood that we live in. We live in the Golden Hill section of San Diego, which is just south of South Park, and the whole area is very cute. When I was researching apartments and neighborhoods before I moved out here, I consistently heard that the Golden Hill/South Park/North Park sections of San Diego were the “Brooklyns of San Diego” so I figured they would be the most suited to my general preferences and lifestyle. And, like most times in life, I was correct. I’ve gotten Sam (the guy) to do lots of walking around this area, and there are ton of really cute stores and restaurants and there are always little events going on. The more I explore the area, the more I really like it.

Also, San Diego weather wins. I miss the heat, but everyday here is like perpetual Spring, and that is kind of nice. I still haven’t learned how to properly layer for the weather, since it is warm during the day but chillier at night, but I am trying.

Nothing new on the job front. Still trying to pursue that whole advertising/marketing thing, but all of these employers want portfolios. Anybody know how to make a portfolio? I know there are schools that you can go to where you essentially spend a year building a portfolio, but I don’t have an extra $40,000 lying around to do that. I wish I saved the crap I did in college – everybody mocks hoarder types but I wish I hoarded all the WONDERFUL garbage I had to do for my copywriting and graphic design classes. Sigh.

On that note, I shall end things with a pic of the cats. Because they are the cutest. And the apartment still has a LOOOOOOONG way to go. Unpacking and arranging has been stalled momentarily by funding issues. It drives me crazy that there are still unpacked boxes and a TV on the floor, but it is what it is. Job me San Diego. Seriously.


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…


Playing Catch Up

22 Oct

This is why I was always hesitant to start a blog, because I knew I would post consistently for a week or two, get bored, forget about it, and then feel stupid about my lack of follow through and come back to posting…Sigh. ADD FTW (FTW = For The Win).

So, there’s a lot to catch up on. Also, this blog has a real reason to exist now since I have actually, finally, moved to San Diego. I have been a San Diego resident for a whole 7 days, or however many days it has been since 10/15/13.

Leaving was hard. My entire family is pretty much an East Coast crew and I have a really great group of friends in the NJ/NY area, as well. Saying goodbye to everyone was hard, but considering I have moved around a bit, I guess one gets used to saying goodbye.

Packing to move was an adventure in and of itself, considering I am a bit of a clothing/shoe/beauty product hoarder. With a little help from Mom, we managed to fit everything that I hadn’t shipped to San Diego into three large (and very heavy) suitcases. As for the cats, I ordered two “airline approved” pet carriers from Petco, and spent a week spraying them with feline pheromone liquid that I got from the vet’s office. When the time came to put them into the carriers, they were actually surprisingly cooperative. It seems that the pheromone stuff worked. If I am spelling pheromone wrong, btw, it is because I am not a scientist AND I am too lazy to get up and read the bottle.

After everything was packed and the kitties were secured, Dad and I got into the car with our cargo and drove off to JFK. The cats were super well behaved in the car – no crying or screaming.


Then came the whole airport process which GREATLY stresses me out already, but add two kitties to the equation and it becomes infinitely more stressful. First, I did curbside check in and my curbside check in guy was grouchy as f*ck. He was all “oh your bags are overweight and you have to PAY.” And I wanted to be like, no sh*t dumdum, do you not see the debit card in my hand. Instead, I smiled. Sigh.

Then came going through security. One of the TSA officers informed me I would have to take both cats out of their carriers and walk through the crazy metal/bomb/shank/nuclear device detector with them. I asked to speak to his supervisor so I could get a private room where the cats could hang while they ran their bags through security. And it went on like this – back and forth trying to speak to a supervisor for a good 15 minutes and to make a long story short, I got a private room, but also got an invasive pat down and some pissed off looks from TSA officers.

After all this, the cats and I got Jamba Juice, where I proceeded to take some of the anti-anxiety meds prescribed to the cats (they are actually meant for people, but cats can take them, too). Everything else was just fine – getting on the plane, take off, the flight, and landing. The guy met me at the airport with flowers and all was well.

I have been here almost a week and my week has mostly consisted of organizing, unpacking, and buying odds and ends. We don’t have a lot of furniture yet, so things are kind of in a disarray, but I have managed to put SOME things together so far:



We also had cable and internet put in (FYI: Cox is not an awesome cable company. And as I write this, my internet just dropped. Fail Cox, fail) and purchased a new TV from Walmart – $248 for 42 inches, not terrible. The guy and I got library cards on Saturday because I am a nerd. This week I am focused on getting furniture and going to the DMV to handle all that official business.

San Diego is beautiful – the weather is PERFECT (legit, not an exaggeration). First real complaint though? You can’t order food here like you can in the NJ/NY area. GrubHub informs me that there are exactly ZERO Chinese food places that deliver to my address. Granted, this doesn’t mean that there aren’t any Chinese restaurants but if you use GrubHub or Seamless or back in NJ or NYC, it is Chinese food for DAYSSSSSSS. Yes, I can order Thai food or Sushi here, but F that noise. I don’t want your fancy chicken satay or $15 sushi rolls – I want sesame chicken with greasy fried rice. On top of the fact that it is hard to find Chinese food that delivers around here, the charges for delivery here are RIDICULOUS, as are the minimum dollar amounts required for delivery. I tried to order some chicken teriyaki with sushi last night, and my delivery minimum was $20 AND the fee for delivery ended up being almost $9.00 because the restaurant charged a flat $5.95 delivery fee PLUS 15% of my total order amount. No SAN DIEGO, NO. Go home, you’re drunk.

That is all for complaints. On the positive side, I am going to have some serious Tina Turner legs soon given that we live on top of a series of hills that look like this:


Dying every time I walk home.

That’s it for now…..