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Saturday, September 24

Strawberry Wine

CMD is West side now!! I'm going to pretend like he was really anxious to see me and hang out in San Francisco and the fact that he got a free TV out of the deal was just a bonus. I think he might be the first to tell you that the driving distance between LA and SF is no small feat. Especially when you feel like you just ripped out your undercarriage on I-5.

Little brother rolled into town around 8:30, but was unable to find a place to park his car until about 9:00. Such is the life of a street parker in the city. I knew he was going to have trouble, so started combing the blocks myself and ended up standing in a free space to save it while he rounded the block. I know, I'm so helpful. I tried to pretend like I was all ready to paint the town, stay out all night, just party like crazy. We went to dinner at Roam, which was delicious as always. The Giants were playing that night, so the neighborhood was hopping with fans and "fans". Thankfully, CMD was just as tired as I was and we walked straight home to bed. He's a trouper for managing the pull-out sofa.

Our main activity was an idea provided by my friend LBT call "Sip and cycle". I, of course, immediately associated this with a "sip & see" which really is just a party for ladies to come ooh and ahh over a baby (We have a new one of those too!!). CMD, LBT, and I had a fabulous time on our bicycles in the great outdoors as we rode the hills through Sonoma County tasting some wine along the way. I have to admit, I was thankful to be on bikes, as I discovered that wine "tasting" isn't really my style.

The trip got off to an interesting start, as I barely missed a giant hole in the road and accidentally went off roading for a few cycles. Little brother stopped to make sure I was okay after he finished laughing. First stop was Everet Ridge Winery, where they paired their tastings with cheese puffs. Stale cheese puffs. They must have been trying to draw your attention to the wine? It was a long tasting - 6 glasses. Thank goodness we made the decision to share. LBT shared some hilarious stories, we tried to ignore the bizarre server, and CMD took the required thumbs up picture. Not too shabby.

 CMD and I rounded out our visit with some beverages, oysters, fish tacos, and lobster rolls. Definitely an interesting dining experience. Water spilled everywhere and they kept borrowing our napkins. Initially, our oysters were being brought to us one at a time. The keg hadn't been tapped properly and we waiting forever for beer. I swear the waitress was flirting with CMD, but decided not to mention it to him. You know, in case he's sensitive about that stuff. Visits with the siblings are always entertaining events. More on that to come. . .

Tuesday, September 13

family of four

she's here!
eight days past her "due date"
which were apparently needed to put on a few extra pounds.
b, p, and i welcomed little l on
friday, september ninth, two thousand eleven
at 2:28am, weighing 8 lbs 7.5 oz
and measuring 21 inches.
only half a pound and one inch smaller
than her big brother.


personally, i think she looks exactly like FTD.
i know, FTD and I have some similiar features,
but lovely L definitely favors Aunt T.

big brother P wasn't quite sure what to think of things,
but he really loved playing with the gadgets
in the hospital and all of the treats
that come with welcoming
a sweet little girl.


it's really hard to believe that
lovely L is just four days old - we're adjusting
to being a family of four. 
all of us.

P is loving the visitors he is getting,
Grandma S, Great Grandma E, Aunt K,
Granddad and Bluegee
(whose name has now been changed to Yay Yay!
because that is how P refers to her).
He loves tickling L's toes and running away and
peering into her basket while she is sleeping.
Our sweet P is so tenderhearted that he runs to be held when
little L cries, he is concerned for her.
so precious.


i'll leave you with more pictures,
forgive us for our being incommunicado,
we're getting our newborn legs.
being a mom again reminds me again and again,
how blessed I have been by my own mom,
who is spending her time taking care of me and P so I can take care of L.
To quote a movie coming out soon,
I Don't Know How She Does It.
But I am so thankful she does.
Yay Yay!


signing off with some pictures.
thanks to you all for your prayers for a healthy delivery
for me and L.
we continue to be blessed.
L's verse is Psalm 99:9
(for September 9th)
"Exalt the Lod our God and worship at His holy mountain,
for the Lord our God is holy."









i will updated later about
L's first visit to the pediatrician,
and P's first day of "pre-school."
on the same day.
it was brutal.
in a good way.


Monday, September 5

From Orlando to Los Angeles: A Social Media Retro-Diary

Ok, so I wasn't quite sure how to write about the journey that was my trek from Orlando to LA. So I settled on the retro-diary of my social media updates, pulling from both Facebook and Twitter. Don't worry there will be some commentary along the way as well.

Day 1: August 28 - Orlando to Fairhope, Al

"Peace out otown. Catch you on the flip side."
I really struggled to put how I felt pulling out of the driveway of 1127. It was just really weird. A number of different emotions pulled at me which pretty much just made me feel numb. I was really, truly excited. And nervous. And not wanting to leave. Literally all at the same time. I do love Orlando and hope to achieve the level of success I want in this business and be able to spend a great deal of time in Orlando. Onward. LTD has put together a 2 CD playlist for me to listen to, which I think was retribution for every mix I made her, in which I tried to make her cry- successfully of course. At some point a bug flew in my eye or something. I joke that I'm 4 turns from LA, which is fairly accurate if I was driving non-stop. Thankfully, I have some awesome places to visit along the way.

"Busta Rhymes - break ya neck #nowplaying"
If you have Sirius radio, and don't listen to Backspin, you are seriously missing out. When I was in High School, I had a Jeep Cherokee with a system in the back (2 10's - it was loud). I listened to this song a whole heck of a lot. Just ask anyone who I gave rides to. I was super gangsta. Ehhh.

"1 time change done"

Making really great time. There isn't much traffic on the road, and I am safely driving unimpeded on I-10. It is pretty weird not stopping in Pensacola, since 99.99% of the times I have been westbound on 10, that was my final destination. Not this time. Only 30 hours left in the car.

"First stop: Fairhope, Alabama"
I am able to find ST and TT's house with relative ease even though I have been warned it is very difficult. I get the tour of the house (it's really awesome) and don't know if I want to sit down or just kind of walk around for a bit. I chose to sit on the comfy couch. Not too long after my arrival we head out to dinner so ST can get back for Big Brother 80. We ended up going to a great place, the name escapes me unfortunately, but I go with fried crab claws and fries. Because I am leaving the Gulf, and that is a pretty key order there. Oh, we had fried okra for an appetizer, which was a million degrees and delicious. Back to the house, and sleep shortly followed. Long day ahead. Next stop: Austin, TX to stay with KC.

Day 2: August 29 - Fairhope to Austin, TX


"Whaddup Mississippi"

I don't really know what I was excited about here, I had barely been in the car at all. I guess any time I crossed a state border I felt that much closer.

"Well the semi that was on fire cost me some time"

Ok, so the GPS on my phone tells me to get off I-10 and onto I-12 for a short stretch. Which, I do, because it actually does appear to be more than a straight line than staying on 10 and going through New Orleans and you know, shortest distance to two points is, yup, a straight line. Well about 10-15 minutes of being on 12 I come to a dead stop. Whhhatt the heck is going on. I am barely moving for a solid hour. Not conducive to making good time. Well, traffic picks back up and I look to my right to see a semi that is carrying wood pallets, which are now black. Because they used to be on fire. The white cab is also burned a little. The trucker was out of the truck talking to cops/firemen, so obviously he was ok. So, I laughed. A semi. On FIRE. As I'm trying to drive across the country.

"Clear eyes, full hearts. Cruisin in Texas"

For those of you who watch Friday Night Lights, you get the reference. For those of you who don't, start Netflix-ing starting from Season 1(good place to start). Coach Taylor is a great motivator, and man for that matter. Oh, yeah, now I'm in Texas, which feels kinda good, but I've heard it's a big state.

"Checking out my moms birthplace: Beaumont, TX"
I didn't really check it out, but I saw the exit signs for it. And I've started to see some oil derricks. I was on the lookout for Blue Bonnets so I could pull over and take a picture for LTD, but I didn't see anything but green and brown and grey.

"2 Unlimited - Get Ready For This #nowplaying #magicspregame"

Again, Backspin coming through with legit jams. Also, if you've been to a Magic game, you've heard this song. You should look it up. Makes me think of Nick Anderson, greatest Magic(s) player of all time. Hands down. Sorta.

"Should have put sunscreen on the left side of my body #hotarm"

The sun is hot. The left side of my face, and my left arm are burning up regardless of the temperature I have the AC on.

"Listening to ZZ Top as I pass through La Grange. See what I did there?"

Do you? Do you see? Look it up.
I finally pull into Austin a little later than I had expected, but I did have a on-fire semi to deal with, which set me back enough to have to drive through Houston during rush hour. KC was having book club at her house, so I guess it was probably good that I was a little late, so that I got there as it was finishing up. She took me to a great burger place called Hopdoddy Burger Bar. I ordered the Buffalo Bill (Bison, Maytag Blue Cheese, Frank’s Hot Sauce, Apple-Smoked Bacon, Sassy Sauce), Kennebec Fries (pretty sure they were hand-cut), Thirsty Goat Amber (beer), and (I know) a Nutella and chocolate pretzel milkshake. Right about the time you were thinking, "um, that's a lot..." the cashier was thinking the same thing. I had to tell her it was a one night only visit, so I had to see what all they had to offer. Well. It was incredo-good. Aaand of course I felt like a fat hog the rest of the night. (If you haven't seen the SNL skit with Christopher Walken in which he references a fat hog, look it up. You're welcome.) Back to the house and to bed. Gotta hit the road early tomorrow for my longest stretch of the journey.

Day 3: August 30 - Austin to Scottsdale, AZ

"Hey @MikeBFree5 - see you in like 13 hrs #roadwarrior"
I was hopeful about that ETA. A very nice Texas State Trooper adjusted my thinking for me. Don't worry, it was only a warning. Mainly because I was coming off a big hill, so he told me just to be careful of my speed going down those hills and not to let it get away from me (Texas accent). Yes sir. He did wish me good luck in LA, so that was nice. Oh yeah, so was not giving me a ticket. Oh, about an hour later, I see more flashing lights, but this time in front of me, and they were yellow, and from a large truck. The road is closing. To run power lines across the interstate. Awesome. Thankfully it only takes about 20 minutes. Onward.

"Cruising west Texas wondering if I am, in fact, related to The Dalton Gang."

When driving alone, you think about a lot of stuff. I thought about this for quite some time. Anyone into genealogy?

""Prison Area: Do Not Pick Up Hitchhikers". #signoni10"

This was a real sign. I'm not making it up. It kind of made me laugh. Do people pick up hitchhikers anymore anyway? Still, thanks for the heads up Texas Prison System.

"Texas, you are a big state. Hello New Mexico."

Holy. Cow. That took forever. Have you ever driven the entire length of Texas? I do not recommend it. It will take you a long time. And it's pretty boring. There is only so much sports radio you can listen to before it becomes redundant, and Sirius, while still awesome, does tend to repeat when you are in the car for three straight days. NPR did help to pass the time too, but, wow. Texas. Be smaller.

"Anyone know any good jokes?"
I am struggling. My butt hurts.

"LL Cool J - Going back to Cali #nowplaying"

Backspin with another gem. I mean, these guys are really on their game. And clearly, it was appropriate.

"So what if I just ate Hostess cupcakes?"

I have no idea why, but the thing was just calling to me from the shelf. It was sorta delicious. Like, not really, but, it still kinda was. Ya know?

"Flux capacitor is fully functional. Just time traveled"

I felt a little bit like an idiot for not knowing that Arizona was in Pacific time. Doesn't it make sense that it would be Mountain time? I think they were just messing with me.

"Story time with @MikeBFree5 - ish is getting interesting"

I had finally arrived in Scottsdale at 8:30p Pacific time. I left Austin at 7:30a Central. Yeah, thats a lot of driving. I was mad at myself for the number of stops I made, but I kept drinking water mostly because I was bored and so I had to make more stops than the gas/food/bathroom combo stops I had planned. Anyway, MF and his baseball roommates and I went to a brewery in Tempe where we had some really good beer (could just be that I drove forever, but, for real, it was good). I had a Tenderloin sandwich which was also quite good. I can't remember what all was on it, but it was pretty legit. Back at their place, we watched a little "Sons of Anarchy", which if you didn't know, is a really good show on FX. But, it can be a bit much. Anyway, MF graciously let me take his bed. I fell asleep in about 3 nano-seconds.

Day 4: August 31 - Scottsdale to Los Angeles, CA

"Good stay with @MikeBFree5 in Scottsdale. On to LA. #lastleg #roadwarrior"

This was by far the shortest leg of the trip, but it was still brutal. Only about 5 hours, but man, my body was actually sore from all the driving. I kept having to switch positions, but nothing was really working. Really just trying to fight and grind it out.

Ok, so there weren't anymore updates from the actual road, in part due to the fact that I was really tired and also in part because there was a time when I thought I was going to run out of gas, which would have been like the worst thing ever. I made it to a station with 30 miles to empty. It was pretty great, because it didn't show up when I searched for "Gas Stations" on AroundMe(iPhone app). The closest one that did show up, coming in at 42 miles away(at that point I had like 50 miles to empty, so I was probably good, but, still.)

I pull up to my place, well, first I drive up Beachwood, which as you drive up, you are literally looking at the Hollywood sign. I knew this prior, but it was still cool. Anyway, so I pull up to my house (after passing it), park, and go ring the doorbell. I exchange pleasantries with my roommate whom I've never met. I have spoken to him a number of times on the phone, and we share a mutual friend, but it was still a little weird. He gives me the tour, then I unpack. He has acting class that night, so I accept an offer to go to dinner with my landlord (87 year-old man), his wife, and his son who is visiting. It was really quite nice. They are all lovely people. And he gave me a cushion/pad/mattress to sleep on since I don't have any furniture yet, namely a bed. I actually have an Aero-bed, but I would feel bad turning him down(I actually did, but he didn't get it, so I accepted it).

These are some tweets/status updates after I arrived:

"First act of biz in LA...buy a bed. It's gunna be trendy and organic. #soLA"

I actually think it is organic, which is pretty funny. It's getting delivered tomorrow (Tuesday the 6th) meaning I've slept on this pad for 6 nights.

"Not one thing about skinny jeans makes sense to me. Is there any way they are comfortable? #soLA"
I think this one really speaks for itself. I mean, how can they be comfortable?

"Go Gata, from Cali. Weird."
A fraternity brother of mine told me where a Gator bar was, so I went there to watch the opener with some fellow Gators. I didn't speak to any, but it was still fun.

I could really go on for a while about some of my experiences to this point, but this post is already plenty long, and I'm sure there will be another one coming with more of what LA has to offer.

Thanks for riding along with me. Till next time...

Moving Makes It Dusty

I had the full intent of making myself a delicious dinner, enjoying said dinner, and writing a post about my cross-country trip and first few days in LA.

Well, I did make a delicious dinner. Though I was skeptical because I am having problems with the propane grill out back as I feel as though I am going to blow up the house, so I quit after one try. Don't worry, I did remember to turn the propane tank off again. So, I made skirt steak the same way I would make a thicker cut inside. It worked out more than fine. Less than great, but I was still pleased considering my expectations were low.

Anywho, how did I get off track from my intended blog post? Well. I was scanning Facebook and came across a link that a number of friends had posted. It was an ESPN short doc written by Tom Rinaldi and narrated by Edward Burns. This piqued my interest because I like Tom as a writer, but not as a narrator, and I pretty much love anything Edward Burns does. So I clicked on it. Now I have to go to bed.

Man in the Red Bandana.

Saturday, September 3

excitement on the east coast!

first,
i would like to acknowledge the title
of FTD's last post.
she's is like your own personal jukebox
and i am willing to bet a billion bucks she was listening
to Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
while writing.
genius.

second,
there has been much excitement here on the east coast!
i am now the sole sibling operating in the EST zone.
all in the same week we experienced:
an earthquake, which our California people scoffed at
because there was such pandemonium here
for what was considered a small quake.
but seriously!? who would have thought?
an earthquake?

that weekend, came Irene.
which our Floridians scoffed at - seeing at it was just a
Category 1 storm. 
As CMD commented, we run errands in that stuff.
But much of our area was without power for an entire week.
Luckily for us we are on the hospital grid and didn't lose power at all.
what's that? hospital?
more to come involving that....

and most recently,
we have gotten 2 calls from the police department.
the first informing us of an escaped inmate around the neighborhood
and to please keep your doors locked.
and the second to inform us that the escapee had been caught
12 hours later.

and lastly!?
the moment you have all been waiting for???
not here yet.
all of that excitement,
and no new baby.
she obviously wants her own day.

so here we sit -
football weekend.  us open. 
baby watching.
BML is putting a child seat on his bike so he and sweet p
can go riding together.
we picked up RBD III's season tickets for the
Fighting War Goats
for the 3rd season in a row and we'll head to that game
later this afternoon.

and that's all folks.
next up, hopefully a post from CMD about his cross-country trip
to lala land.
and then maybe later we'll have some MLL news for you.

Monday, August 29

You Don't Know How It Feels

A good friend of mine also has a blog worth reading: Chronic Style. In the short version, KC describes it's purpose as this: "Chronic Style is a different way of looking at living with long-term and debilitating illness. It’s optimistic, educated, knowledgeable, intimate, informative, and stylish."   She's had to deal with some pretty incredible illnesses in her still short life and yet she remains optimistic about trying all avenues toward a healthy life.

So after yet another unsuccessful doctors visit for me today and the various phone calls and explanations that go with that, I was brought back to a previous post of KC's where she links to an article in the New York Times. To save you from multiple clicks, I've included it here: "You look great, and other lies". My personal favorites from this list are:

Did you try that Mango Colonic I Recommended? AKA - Never Inundate a sick person with your miracle solution idea.  Here's the thing. We all know you mean well. But when I (the patient) have been shuffled from one doctor to the next, each with varying degrees of success in their bedside manner, and somewhat equal correlation to how helpful they were, chances are I have tried that. It either worked out well and I'm continuing that route with mild success or it failed and just made us hate that we tried it. Mostly, I don't care to talk about various treatments. It makes me feel like a patient even outside of the office. And what works for your great uncle bob, probably isn't relevant for someone with vastly different needs. Plus, KC and I both think it's just exhausting.

It Will Be Okay. Really? How do you know? Have you seen the tests/scans/prognosis/fate/destiny? I rank this with "look on the bright side - insert joke". I've probably made all those jokes. The ones about sleeping more soundly, putting annoying people on the other side, using selective hearing as an excuse. It's funny when I say it. It's not when you do. Watch my lead. If I want to talk and be jovial about things, by all means, chime in! Humor really is sometimes the best medicine. But try not to lead with a joke just because you're uncomfortable. That's not that funny.

But before all 20 of you stop reading CoastalBS (yes, I am aware of at least 4 of you that choose to remain anonymous) and accuse me of being a Debby Downer, here are a few faves from the list:
Would You Like Some Gossip?
I Love You.
Those things never fail. I do count my blessings that all of you in my life fulfill those last two. I'm so lucky. And just for the record, I know better than to write when I am annoyed or angry. I do it anyway. 

Friday, August 26

Every Rose Has It's Thorn

I seriously believe that I have a restless soul. My brain never stops moving, which is not always a good thing. I toss and turn, continually second guess decisions, and wonder what life would be like if I lived in City A, but maybe City B, or a combination of City A and City B with plenty of room to indulge in what I believe is the glamorous life of a gypsy. Only, without the negative aspects like stealing and living places illegally.

Since I have no idea how long I will be in a particular place, I try to make a serious effort to get out and find my own adventure, to make sure that I really live and indulge in the various activities of my new surroundings. That leads me to the subject of this blog post. One random Sunday, I decided that I was going to get up early, and walk down to the Marina District for a relaxing cup of coffee before hopping on MUNI to the parking lot of the Golden Gate Bridge. I'd take a leisurely stroll across the bridge, catch the MUNI over to Golden Gate Park as the fog rolled in to view the Picasso exhibit before heading home to walk and feed the dog. Sounds like a most perfect day doesn't it?

I should mention that I have a love/hate relationship with MUNI (the bus system). It gets me where I am going, but rarely in a timely, comfortable manner.

New York Times' Best Chocolate Chip Cookie Recipe
My morning didn't start out quite like I planned, because I forgot that I needed to make RBD3 some baked goods because LTD and LDL were going to be taking a break due to the impending arrival of MLL. See the previous post of me about my lack of baking equipment. It was quite the experiment. I followed the instructions perfectly, but they didn't tell me that I need to mix the dry ingredients together before mixing into the wet. I don't have a stand mixer, so my forearms had quite the work out. But at least the set-up was neat and tidy!

ALL these people were on my bus.
After messing up my cookies (waaaaay too floury), I walked to Fillmore to catch the sweet view from the top of the hill and grab the bus to the GG bridge. The bus is late. 20 minutes late. But it would be just my luck to head to catch another bus, or start walking, or just go get my car, and then my bus would show up. So me and about 20 foreigners are hanging out, waiting to get to the bridge. Pretty soon it becomes apparent that I live in the city (and I am by myself) so every single party asked me if MUNI was always unreliable. If someone would pick us up soon. We became friends. Good thing too, since when a non-full bus finally arrived (3 full ones passed without stopping) we crammed in like sardines. I took a picture of people exiting so you would have some idea of what the ride was like. OH! I forgot to mention that by the time the bus picked us up (waited for over an hour) the fog had started rolling in, covering bridge views.

After throwing myself out of the bus to prevent trampling, I headed to the bridge to start my walk. With 1,000 of my closest friends. Lucky for me - the Park Service is aware of heavy crowds. To make things even better, the west side of the bridge is closed, meaning that tourists pedestrians, tourist cyclists, leisure cyclists, leisure runners, and crazy people that ride 150 miles a day were all on one 8ft wide piece of concrete suspended in air. Plenty of crisis hot lines were around though. I politely asked the German next to me to take my picture. He took a long time and finally said "Oh. Is it just you?". Yes sir! Just me! Just take the picture already. It's a terrible picture of me. One of those - I shouldn't have to wear sunglasses because there is no sun, and yet I still squint - ugh.

Claustrophobes, turn back now!
Yes, I did this in August and am wearing a sweater.
So I walk the bridge. It gets much better after you make your way past the advertised "vista" where most people stop to shield themselves from the wind, take a picture, and turn around. Truthfully, it was very calming. I couldn't hear much but the tinnitus anyway, so the rush of the cars flying by was soothing. I took a few pictures along the way for your viewing pleasure. Side note: when I take pictures, I move to the side of the "trail" so that the cyclists, runners, and walkers can pass. Not everyone is aware of this piece of travel/picture etiquette. I find that young females are the biggest perpetrators of this rule. They seem to think that every one will think they are cute and funny, lining up their giants bikes across the entire span of the walkway. Yeah. Super cool. Cyclists rang their bells like crazy. Kind of funny.


Lookout for jumpers. Easy to do without fencing. 
Pretty cool right? Even covered in fog.
I enjoyed my walk. I can cross that off the "must do" list. I enjoyed it so much that I was tempted to walk all the way to Sausalito and have a tasty adult beverage (like a hot toddy - in August). But Picasso and his Masterpieces from the Musee National Picasso Paris awaited. So I touched the other side of the bay (to say I completely crossed), turned around, and speed walked back to the parking lot to catch the next MUNI to Golden Gate Park and the  de Young Museum. In hindsight, I should have driven my own car, or ridden my bike but that's 20-20 right? Oh! I forgot to mention, that will I was trying to take a picture of the small window of no fog while waiting for the bus back, people just stepped right in front of me. I just I left too much space between me and the railing. Clearly, totally the fault of me and my personal space.
Really? All up in my "zoom" space

MUNI finally comes to pick me up at 4:00pm. I just discover (via my slow as molasses iPhone) that they stop selling tickets at 4:30 so that the museum can close at 5:30. What? On a week night? But I'm making decent time. I only waited for the bus for 20 minutes, stopped at 10 different places, and finally got off at Fulton. I immediately cross the street and start walking toward the de Young. Except I went the wrong way. I was supposed to be headed toward the Rose Garden and instead I'm headed to the polo fields. GG Park is ginormous.

I missed the last ticket sale. Even the Academy of Sciences had closed at that point. The only food left in the area was Indian (ew) and Blue Bottle Coffee (delicious, but I'm already sleeping funny). The Japanese tea Garden was still open. Everyone and their grandmother was headed over there and it was another entrance fee. So, I called it a day. Missed the 44 - decided to walk to the 1. Rode the bus for 5 minutes until it broke down and we had to transfer to a different bus. Finally got to my home stop, walked inside and discovered that Pax had thrown up in his crate. Awesome. At least I saw the rose garden! In August. Even though it feels like Winter.

If my main goal was to have an adventure in the place I currently call home, then mission accomplished.