Fun lyrical factoid: If you’ve ever hung out with me for more than five minutes, and audio devices lurk nearby, you’ll inevitably face the “I’m just going to play you this one song!” San Diego Momma shakedown. That’s because I’m the person who makes you listen to her music, whether you’re complicit in the process…Continue Reading
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My Netflix Find of the Month: Camp Takota
(Photo from www.camptakota.com) Ever since I fell in love with My Drunk Kitchen, I’ve kept semi-tabs on the YouTube series creator, Hannah Hart’s, whereabouts. Last year sometime, I heard she’d signed to appear in an independent film with other YouTube personalities, including Grace Helbig, and Mamrie Hart, and I promptly Googled all I could about…Continue Reading
Top 5 Netflix Titles To Give Thanks For This Month
I’m a latecomer to Netflix. I’ve had it barely a year and there’s so much on there! Why didn’t you people tell me about this? (I’m a member of the Netflix Stream Team) Meanwhile, I’m all about finding the new stuff, but I also dig finding some of the old stuff…Continue Reading
Favorite Beauty Finds
I don’t know how many times I’ve sat in groups of women talking about the products they use on their hair, faces, and bodies. All I can tell you is that it’s a lot of many times. One of my favorite things is to learn about the cleaners, mascaras, lip glosses, and conditioners other people…Continue Reading
You Know You’re a San Diego Gal When…
(Pretty much when I first moved to San Diego. So take the below list with a big crimping iron, which translates to “grain of salt” in San Diegoish.) You’re a San Diego gal when: Christmas beach day! Carne asada French fries! Don’t you dare make fun of In n’ Out. Silk Stalkings!…Continue Reading
When the Universe Knocks…
There are two ways I know when the universe is asking me to pay attention to something: The same comments/feedback/messages come to me again and again from people, places, and things. Despite all my best efforts, my focus is brought repeatedly to an idea or thought process, usually one I’ve been trying to avoid or…Continue Reading
Comparing Man Pain to Childbirth: Don’t Go There #ARant
Just yesterday, my husband hobbled home from two days playing a racquetball tournament that wrecked him and every single muscle group in his whole entire body. At the end of the thing, he couldn’t walk, drive, or be. Ended up, I picked him up from a nearby shopping center where he was buying beer to…Continue Reading
The Haircut
{This is free association writing. It was good and necessary for me to do, but if you’re looking for a point, I’m not sure it exists here. If I find it buried in these words somewhere one day, I’ll know why I wrote it.} He enters the house with the usual fanfare, carrying buckets…Continue Reading
Grocery Outlet Giveaway (GOG)
You know how you rave to your friends about something again and again and they largely ignore you and then try it for themselves one day and it’s like they’ve discovered it themselves? That’s so annoying. For instance, you might say, “Hey! The burgers over at Burger Dee-lite are delightful! You need…Continue Reading
My 30-Day Transformation
Somewhere around March 7 of this year, it occurred to me that I should probably clean up my act. This meant taking more vitamins (or just taking any vitamins to be precise), eating less beef-on-buns products, and exercising more (or just exercising in general). I’d been feeling plenty run down, stressed, and bulky for…Continue Reading
The Park
I watched from the park picnic table as four young teen-aged girls walked to the restrooms, shoulder to shoulder. The group caught my attention because they seemed to be dragging their feet, rather than actually picking them up one in front of the other, lending a sort of slow motion effect to their approach. They…Continue Reading
Touch&Know: Would You Test That Powder You Found in Your Kid’s Room?
I’ve feared drugs ever since I was a kid and watched Eve Plumb in “Dawn, Portrait of a Teenage Runaway” on ABC’s after-school special series. “Dawn” even made me dread entering high school for the first time, because I envisioned all teenagers as glassy-eyed wastoids lounging against lockers with hypodermic needles dangling from the…Continue Reading
