Southern California is a different world. There are those who are compelled to tell you otherwise. They claim that SoCal is not only part of our planet, but part of our country. This is patently untrue. After all, the laws of my country are clear. Marijuana is illegal; llamas do not have right of way;…
Dear San Francisco, I love you. I really do. Despite the fact that, at different times over the course of my visits to you, your residents have robbed me blind, pressed me for money, nearly spat on me, and expressed their dementia through screaming in my general direction, I still find you endearing. Your parks…
I am absolutely exhausted. It’s 10:40 at night as I type this, and I’m on the verge of sleep. And yet, for reasons I can’t exactly explain, I figured now was a good time to tell you about my accidental trip to the San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park. I’ve embarked on this post, knowing…
When I woke up this morning, my husband was curled up next to me. He even had even moved his head over so that we were sharing a pillow. This is no small thing, since we have a king-size bed. It reminded me that even when things are crazy, we occasionally have 6 or 7…
Rand and I are lucky: we have awesome friends. And while that statement should be a given from nearly every single person on the planet (I mean, why be friends with people who you don’t think are awesome?) it often times isn’t the case. I’ve talked to my fair share of people with the occasional…
I know, I know- you’ve heard enough about my crazy adventures getting to the Golden Gate Bridge, right? But while I thoroughly explained how I arrived at the bridge (you can read all about my attempts to get there here, here, and here), my dear husband was pretty peeved that I didn’t write more about…
I’m trying out a new feature of the blog – a sort of catch-all for some of the crazy things that I see in passing during my travels. Things which don’t really have a place in longer blog posts, but which deserve their own spot of attention for being so bat-shit insane. This week’s WTF…
The exciting conclusion of my seemingly never-ending quest to get to The Presidio. Don’t forget to read Part 1 and Part 2! After my many attempts to find Presidio, certain historical accounts, both fictional and non, started to make sense to me. I understood, for example, a bit of how Moses felt, wandering the desert…
Today’s post is the “exciting” continuation of my attempts to get to the Presidio, which I first wrote about yesterday. Enjoy! After the complete and colossal meltdown of that morning, and a realistic assessment of the poor parenting I provided for my imaginary children, I was able to pull it together a bit. A sushi…
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