Earthquake or Hurricane? Choose Wisely.

I just felt an earthquake. It's not the first one I've felt since moving out here, but the biggest one for sure. They're always a bit weird for me because when I have low blood sugar I sort of get a little woosy and that's what being in an earthquake feels like. So, until someone validates the fact that they feel it too, I just assume that the room is swaying because I need to eat. Now, should I feel good or bad about the fact that no one made us leave our 50 year old building?

Update: it was a 5.8. I need earthquake training!

Trying Out My Blonde Side

I got pulled over today on my way back to work after my lunch break. Apparently I was going 37 in a 25mph zone. I'm not really surprised by this considering I do tend to have a bit of a lead foot (and give white knuckles to Justin). The thing that really gets me, though, is my shear stupidity with the whole situation. I mean, I KNEW they were there! I'd seen them on my way home and thought to myself, "I should text my roommates to let them know about the cops." Well, apparently I should have texted myself because in the interim I forgot they were there and whipped around the corner. Luckily I wasn't talking on my cellphone, however, not luckily my windows don't roll down when I'm inside the car. So, I get the hand gesture to move over. (You know the one, the sideways hand slide that says, "Yes, you can move over now.") So when he walked towards my passenger side window, I popped out my door, snuck my head out, and informed him that my windows don't go down. Humiliating. Yes, sir, I WAS speeding. Yes, sir, I'd love to pull over. No, sir, I can't talk to you through the window, neither can I talk to the drive-in ladies or use the drive-in ATM window, but do I remember that BEFORE I get to afore-mentioned window? No. No, sir, I'm not a COMPLETE idiot. Here's my license, and thanks for the warning.

July Fourth SD Style

Justin and I spent most of July Fourth this year at his Mom's house in Escondido. She has this amazing party home (not Frat party, but fun party) with kayaks and a pool, stocked liquor cabinet and Wii. So we lounged all day around the pool eating sausages and salmon. It was a great Fourth. We almost missed the fireworks, but we managed to catch the last bit at his house in El Cajon...soon to be OUR house in El Cajon :) These are pictures of the sun setting over Lake Hodges right from Lily and Ken's house. It was quite amazing.

The rest of my stay at 944 Loring St will be hectic. Nissa and Jason are getting married this evening in Ocean Beach. Should be a beautiful ceremony on the cliffs overlooking the ocean. Then tomorrow is Annie and Adam's not-so-secret going away party. And Sunday we'll be having our Last Supper :( I've already started getting choked up about them leaving. I really love their senses of humor and kindness. Adam has been a nice man around the house :) And Annie has become a best friend in such a short amount of time. Makes me wish I'd known you in grade school! Although I'm sad that they're leaving so soon, I genuinely appreciate that I was able to get to know them at all. I'll miss you two!

The Del

I have a new work up online! Check it out:
Visiting Coronado on Bike. And I took the pictures, too :) Thanks to Shannon Kenney and Ginny for joining me on the adventure!

RIP

Etta the Jetta may be on her last leg. I know many of you have come to love and cherish my little coche, so I thought I'd give a warning about her health. Her battery died yesterday. Laura--my friend visiting from the 'Burgh--and I got a jump from this guy who just HAPPENED to be sitting in the alleyway with a portable battery. (My trunk, which holds my jumper cables, wouldn't open either so thank god for THAT guy!) We drove around for 2o minutes and then parked at a Midas just in case. Well, the battery needed changed, of course. What we didn't know was that the windows that would no longer move up or down and the trunk that wouldn't pop open were a symptom of something "MUCH BIGGER," so says Mr. VW Midas man. So, for the next couple of days I can live without the windows or the trunk, although when I lock the doors, the alarm goes off and the trunk pops open. Not exactly what I usually intend to do.

If you'd like to stop by and say goodbye to Etta, sooner might be better than later. I'm not sure how much longer she'll last. Maybe a year. Maybe a month. Who knows :( At least she has a new battery.