For the first time in my life I voted by way of absentee ballot. Finished it up yesterday and dropped it off at the post office after work. I didn't get a sticker saying I voted. I didn't get to pull a lever. All I got was the sense of satisfaction that I just got to voice my opinion. After all, isn't that what voting is? Giving your opinion? It is beyond me how someone could not vote. How hard is it to take a few minutes to fill out a piece of paper and mail it in? Your work HAS TO GIVE YOU TIME OFF TO VOTE. It's the law. So no excuses. My brother is a convicted felon. Even though he served his time, he is unable to vote without going through a lengthy process. Even though his right to vote has yet to be reestablished, he is still very vocal about and interested in this election. His wife was a bit apathetic before about voting but seems to have pulled a 180 and is also very involved in political discussions with us. This is a monumental year. Glass ceilings are being broken left and right. Make yourself heard. Now is not the time to "forget" or to stand by without making your mark. What if the vote you didn't submit was the one vote that could have made the difference? Remember, California voters - NO ON PROP 8!!!
1. Who and when was your first crush? My buddy Patrick. I think it started in the first grade and ended only recently. Heck I may still have a crush on the fella - he's that awesome. Thank goodness our friendship survived all that. It's still going strong. 2. Who and when was your first date? I doubt the person I was with even considered it a date but I think it was meeting Kevin at the little league park to hold hands in seventh grade. I may still have pictures from a photo booth at the local Golf N' Stuff. 3. Who and when was your first kiss? Aaron when I was just a bit shy of my 16th birthday so I never got to say "Sweet 16 and never been kissed." He was probably in his twenties. Makes me shudder now. Right after Aladdin so 1992. Crust, you were there. HA! 4. Who and when was your first partner while "fooling around" in car? I will probably say Doug my junior year. We went to the beach to make out in a parking lot and they ended up locking us in. Can't remember if it was before or after but we also got busted by the cops in a parking lot. I was under 18, he was in his twenties. Ew. Sense a theme here? 5. Who and when was your first partner while "fooling around" in a house? I think it might have been Patrick when I was a sophomore. We got to kissing and realized we're more like brother and sister, freaked out and that was the end of that. 6. Who and when was your first love? My fiance. Right now and God willing forever. Bonus: Whose blog did you first comment on? BFF's. I think it was the only blog I knew... Questions are from here.
I never know how personal to get on this blog as I met my fiance via blogger and clearly he blogs too and reads my blog pretty much on the daily. So I'll just run with it and if it comes back to bite me on the ass I'll know better for future postings. I was watching How I Met Your Mother last night. If you don't watch it, you're missing out. It's a really funny show and I generally am not a fan of prime time basic cable sitcoms. Its lead in, Big Bang Theory, and its follow up show Two and a Half Men are mini versions of torture for me. Anywho. ***SPOILER ALERT FOR THOSE WHO DVR*** Last night's HIMYM was supposed to be Ted and Stella's wedding. One of the dilemmas was Ted is still good friends with his ex, Robin, and Stella was not pleased that he invited her to their wedding. Ted ends up inviting Stella's ex and (backfire of the century) Stella ends up reuniting with her ex and leaving Ted just before the wedding. Do you guys see where I'm going here? Until viewing last night's episode, I was convinced that it should be fine if exes remain friends. I actually considered inviting my ex, who used to be one of my closest friends, to our wedding. Now? No. Now? I have no desire to even remain friends with my ex. Know why? BECAUSE HE IS MY EX. He's my ex for a reason. He's been nothing but a headache for poor Buzz and I have been blindly trying to force our "friendship" on him. Man I feel like a douche. How I Met Your Mother got the message through to me but BFF couldn't? What kind of a fucking moron am I? And what was the straw that broke this camel's back? Seeing a "dream sequence" where Robin is shaking Stella's hand and saying "You know, your husband used to give it to me good like 3 times a day." Awkward... So tell me, what are your thoughts?
I can't believe how time flies You're such a big boy *** You're talking so much When you say "Auntie" I melt My little buddy *** You say "No!" and "Mine!" But your laughter makes it cute The terrible twos
That's the sound of the Dodgers post season games coming to an end. I'm a fan. Always have been, always will be. The blue is in my blood whether I like it or not. Right now, however, I'm sad. Sad and utterly disappointed. I look around my office cubicle and am bombarded with Dodgers paraphernalia. On the car - my license plate ring and an antenna topper. At home I've stored away the Dodgers baseball caps I wear daily, many articles of clothing and a pair of team flip flops. It's over. I have to say Manny Ramirez has been a blessing for our team and for the fans. He's incredible and makes it look so easy. The fans in the crowd rocking their faux dreadlocks welcomed him with open arms. Joe Torre is a helluva coach and I'm glad he chose the left coast. This year's team was strong. Until last night. Stupid errors. Little league style mess ups. Terrible pitching. God awful at bats. It was painful to watch. I'm no sportscaster. I can't give you stats and names at the drop of a hat. But I love me some Dodgers baseball and am sad to see the season end this way. I have no desire to watch the World Series now. Not when we were so close to being in it.
The winds have blown any semblance of marine layer far, far away. The Channel Islands are so visible that it looks like a mountain range in the middle of the ocean. They look so close you almost feel like you can touch them. The air is crisp and dry and southern California is once again ablaze. All the signs of fall. It's sweater season, the Halloween decorations are out and all is well in the world. A haunted house on the corner of our block has a wee graveyard setup full of skeletons and ghosts and McCain/Palin campaign posters. Definitely my idea of scary. Even scarier, though, are the signs in a neighbor's window across the street: Proposition 8 is free speech, Yes on 8. Listen, no. No on 8. Everyone deserves the right to marry. To be treated with equality. To be accepted, not just tolerated. There is no "them." There is only "us" - humankind.Please register to vote. I don't think it's too late yet but I know the deadline is drawing near. Click here to find out when your deadline is.
It's only right if you're going to do a beer tasting day, you should do a wine tasting day. At least that's the way I feel about it. So after Sunday brunch we went ahead and got our wine on in Temecula. First stop: Wiens Family Cellars
My mother is deeply in love with their champagne l'orange. I found it to be a bit too fizzy but she bought a case of it so I see many a toast in our future. This was definitely one of the nicer wineries I've been to. In the private tasting room pictured above you get your pours by way of poker chips instead of paper tickets. And? They serve candies, cheese and crackers to stimulate the palate. Their crackers were of a cheesy garlic variety and they were fantastic. The wine was also muy delicioso but I wasn't in love with any of them really. Next Stop: Wilson Creek Winery
It's got to be good if there is a giant replica of a champagne bottle out front right? But really? It was. Very good. They had an amazing selection of white wines which just happen to be my favorite. What was super special, though, was their almond champagne. Buzz and I bought a bottle to toast each other with on our wedding day. That is kind of neat in and of itself because it's our first purchase toward our special day and it was purchased on his birthday. Ok, everyone, collective sigh. There ya go. And just a helpful hint? I would try the almond champagne with a dash of the chocolate port. Oh. My. Goodness. Orgasm in a glass. And by the time you're done? You'll look something like this:
(please note the reflection of my rack in my dad's glasses. niiice)
Clearly this week will be little more than a wrap-up of my weekend in Escondido. One of our stops was Stone Brewery nestled nicely in a nondescript industrial park. When I looked up a map to their place it was pretty blatantly stated I couldn't find their address on Google, Yahoo or Mapquest. As a matter of fact, there wasn't so much as an address on their facility, you just sort of knew it was the place because it was big, beautiful and stone.
This is the view from the delicious restaurant. The food was really tasty and the onion rings were as big as donuts. Everything was very earthy looking, Buzz used the word monolithic and I think that sums it up nicely.
This was our tour guide, Phillip. Doesn't he look like a mix of Jesus Christ and Charlie Manson? He was über intelligent, informed and witty. He called me and Buzz his fan club and taught us many things about the nectar of the gods that is beer.
We got to taste the malted barley (tastes like Grape Nuts) and smell the beer before it was distilled (smells like cereal). Then we got to mosey back into the brewery for a tasting of four delicious beers: Stone Pale Ale, Stone IPA, Arrogant Bastard Ale and its cousin the oaked version. And the best part about it? It was all free! Please note the gentleman at the tap and his resemblance to Randy on My Name Is Earl.
MORAL OF THAT STORY: "Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy." - Ben Franklin
You always hear about people getting sucked into the bait and trap sale that is the timeshare. My parents have always had one... for as long as I can remember anywy. It's how we went on vacation. Kauai? You betcha! We got to attend a touristy luau one evening and made leis by the pool one afternoon. Lake Tahoe? Big Bear? Always a time share. Recently, my brother and his wife (weird) took a "free" trip down to the Welk Resort in Escondido and ended up walking right into their trap. Voila. Another family member seduced into timeshare ownership. It's only a matter of time before Buzz and I get sucked in as well I'm sure.
But really? Who the hell is Lawrence Welk? And why does he have a timeshare village bearing his name? And why am I making that face whilst posing with his likeness?
In short? He's an entertainer. And entertain he does! Look at that gorgeous on-site golf course. While you explore the grounds, music notes embedded into the sidewalks pepper your path. If you're feeling adventurous, there's always the Welk Trail - a tree shrouded path that wraps behind the facility's maintenance yard, leads you uphill through several glamorous parking lots and concludes in the lobby at the complimentary coffee machine: a three-in-one wonder that delightfully serves not only a basic drip, but hot chocolate and vanilla cappuccinos, right at your fingertips.
Ultimately, at the timeshare, my family and I shared our time together in a very special way. See what I did there? Nice. We watched the Dodgers sweep the Cubs in a post-season victory worthy of cheers loud enough to startle the Pizza Hut delivery guy, enjoyed a mediocre Sunday brunch at the understaffed resort restaurant, and received copious amounts of bacon and endless coffee refills from a classy and informative waitress named Carole who may or may not have been a former dancer on The Lawrence Welk Show. We like to believe she made such an impact on Welk himself that he promised to indirectly take care of her long into her golden years, when those dancing shoes started to gather dust and those stage lights faded into little more than a memory. Did I forget to mention the bonus of the resort being conveniently nestled among wineries, The San Diego Wild Animal Park and Indian casinos galore? I dare you to tell me what tops that when it comes to vacation destinations.
The Apatow Connection (as in cast members of his previous flicks)
Set in New York
No one over the age of 25 in main cast
A tad bit emo/indie
Too much romance, not enough laughs
It may just be time for me to admit that I am a thirty-one year old woman and not a teenager anymore when it comes to movies. I can not think that because I freaking love Michael Cera, who happens to be 11 years my junior, and he is in a movie that it will be material suitable for my mature eyes. Damn that was a long sentence. Is that saying Nick & Norah is not a good movie? Nah. It's decent. It's just saying once is enough for this viewer. Fucking age appropriateness.
Giving a shout out? And what's with the backwoods twang? Winking? Really? Bitch. *** Oh, Sarah Palin You are everything I loathe Last night proved that much *** You didn't stumble You failed to impress me though You're no Tina Fey
You guys want to know something hilarious? Remember how I just dropped almost a thousand bucks on VHICULR the other day for routine maintenance? Ha! She broke down yesterday on my way to class! The battery apparently had a leak no one felt like telling me about and that had a domino effect on my alternator! Isn't that funny!?! I gotta tell you... this is just perfect timing. I mean... it's not like I just said the other day I wanted to start saving money or anything. Fuck.
***For those of you wondering what the H.E. Double Hockey Sticks Groucho Marx has to do with any of this? Well, the answer is nothing. Nothing at all. My desk calendar merely pointed out he was born in 1890 on this day.
I think it's no secret by now that this cause is very close to my heart. Literally... like, there's my boob? And right underneath it is my heart. But seriously. My Grandma is a breast cancer survivor and raising funds and awareness has become a bit of a pet project for me. As most of you know, BFFis doing theAvon Walk for Breast Cancer in New York this weekend. It's a marathon, or a marathon and a half depending on your ability, over the course of two days. I participated in the Los Angeles walk back in 2004 and still wear the boob walk tee shirts every day when I walk the dog to remind me of what a huge deal all of it is: the cancer, the struggle, the people trying to raise money, the scientists trying to find a cure. Please, if you give any donation at all this month, toss it over to BFF's fund raising efforts. She has already exceeded the minimum donation requirement, let's see if we can't get that number a bit higher before this weekend.
MORAL OF THAT STORY: Breast cancer affects each and every one of us. It is blind to gender. We can make a difference.