Remember that old childhood rhyme "its raining its pouring" and remember all those folky rock songs pledging that it never rains in Southern California. Well, it does rain in So Cal! In fact its raining right now. Reminds me of Florida, flash flood warnings etc, though here you also have mudslide warnings ( but no worries, we aren't in one of those areas).
We do however, have a leak in our roof. One which ominously awaits overhead in the living room growing in bubbles and colors with each day that passes. To say its icky, would be quite the understatement. Now were facing what they swear will be the biggest rain event of the winter so far ( for all of you in Florida think about the continuous hurricane coverage in central Florida even when they hurricane was elsewhere, the way you saw the same radar for hours on end and it was raining outside the whole time not changing because the real bulk of the storm was elsewhere) and you have our local weather people ( only ours have more botox and some occasionally odd tastes in on air fashion.
So while it rains, I'll keep watch make sure the patch on the ceiling doesn't continue to grow like the Blob ( the one from the 50's not the cheesy remake) and we'll see when the sun shines again in Southern California...maybe in time for another weekend walk on the Santa Monica Pier (BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!) though this time, I'll just have to remember the sunscreen. (pale southern Irish girl, Pacific Ocean Sunshine really need a moderator like sunblock to be good friends) Hope everyone else is having beautiful weather...we will again for about 10 minutes on Wednesday they say! =)
Monday, February 27, 2006
Thursday, February 23, 2006
A trip to the DMV or The brink of insanity...
I should start by saying that if you combined every DMV office I ever visited in Florida the one we ventured into today would dwarf it. Apparently, California feels you should have more personal space while enduring the joys of a DMV visit.
For any one considering the move, know that you must in fact present nearly every piece of paper that's ever had your name on it to make it through to the picture taker and the written test giver. Also know that the written test here isn't just rules of the road. Though, after living here for a while, you begin to wonder if that was true for those who thought the tourists in the Orlando metro area couldn't drive, the drivers here will make you long for them.
Truly, the experience could have been worse. Without an appointment the whole process took about an hour and my new license should arrive in the mail in 2-4 weeks (go figure). I missed 3 questions one of which I'd like to argue with but I decided it likely wasn't in my best interest. I even registered to vote ( well I think I did, who knows given how many forms there seem to be around these parts just to do anything).
what's more, I'm totally exhausted. Less than a year out from finally finishing my degree, and a simple 36 question driving test has made my brain and body feel the way the final did in Ancient literary discourse! What power such small piece of paper with a mere 36 multiple choice questions has. Perhaps I understand the drivers here better now...a small paper test has driven them all to the brink of insanity in a place with muddy color walls,and pinkish colored booths. Maybe the cough syrup wasn't so bad afterall!
For any one considering the move, know that you must in fact present nearly every piece of paper that's ever had your name on it to make it through to the picture taker and the written test giver. Also know that the written test here isn't just rules of the road. Though, after living here for a while, you begin to wonder if that was true for those who thought the tourists in the Orlando metro area couldn't drive, the drivers here will make you long for them.
Truly, the experience could have been worse. Without an appointment the whole process took about an hour and my new license should arrive in the mail in 2-4 weeks (go figure). I missed 3 questions one of which I'd like to argue with but I decided it likely wasn't in my best interest. I even registered to vote ( well I think I did, who knows given how many forms there seem to be around these parts just to do anything).
what's more, I'm totally exhausted. Less than a year out from finally finishing my degree, and a simple 36 question driving test has made my brain and body feel the way the final did in Ancient literary discourse! What power such small piece of paper with a mere 36 multiple choice questions has. Perhaps I understand the drivers here better now...a small paper test has driven them all to the brink of insanity in a place with muddy color walls,and pinkish colored booths. Maybe the cough syrup wasn't so bad afterall!
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Flavored Cough Syrup
As illness sweeps through my household. First me now, my dear husband who did such a lovely job of taking care of me (he wrote the mushiest thing ever on his blog http://messyantics.blogspot.com about watching me sleep...totally keeping him). I've pondered this whole business of medicine really tasting about 37 flavors of vomitous, so that now you can get your cough syrup flavored at the pharmacy (the idea being if you can't swallow the the medicine without yarfing everywhere its really not gonna do you too much good!) However, note to all its much better in theory. So, they add a few drops of some magic wonka-esq stuff to your cough syrup. Here's the bottom line, its even more vile than when it started. So while the bargain price of $1.99 seems totally reasonable for not wasting the money on a prescription you can't swallow to start with. Grin and bear it knowing that an added flavoring will only make your suffering ten times greater! So the moral to the story is...the apple flavoring just makes you want to yack even more and then again for actually paying a buck 99 for it! Happy health and clean air to all!
Monday, February 13, 2006
Just write it down
So how does one become an unexpected shiksa? Well if you had asked me four years ago what a shiksa was I would have told you it was an adjective to describe a female that I'd heard in movies but that I wasn't so sure what it meant. Now I can tell you its a Yiddish term to describe a girl not of Jewish decent. I am a Shiksa.
Why does being a shiksa important? Well its a title I'd never really expected. Not to mention, my husband likely didn't expect me. A simple Southern girl a nice little Methodist girl even, but somewhere along the way I fell in love with a Jewish guy, what's more I fell in love with a Jew for Jesus.
Just over a month ago I married my love, moved to California (no one here eats grits!), and began the adventure of a lifetime. Now why I'm choosing to enter the blog world I don't really know, but I've got a feeling that there will be stories to tell, and maybe just maybe someone will be interested enough to read a few.
Why does being a shiksa important? Well its a title I'd never really expected. Not to mention, my husband likely didn't expect me. A simple Southern girl a nice little Methodist girl even, but somewhere along the way I fell in love with a Jewish guy, what's more I fell in love with a Jew for Jesus.
Just over a month ago I married my love, moved to California (no one here eats grits!), and began the adventure of a lifetime. Now why I'm choosing to enter the blog world I don't really know, but I've got a feeling that there will be stories to tell, and maybe just maybe someone will be interested enough to read a few.
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