Tag Archives: I really hate Santa Barbara sometimes
Have yourself a guilty little Christmas
I spent a deliberate amount of time this holiday season thinking about how to be grateful. I was trying to get beyond, “We’re so lucky to have heat and jobs and three kinds of cheese and cable TV.” We are … Continue reading →
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Tagged Bulldoggery, Guilt, I really hate Santa Barbara sometimes, Jackson, Observations on the human condition
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Trees and wires
I was moving a bunch of Jackson’s baby photos from one digital archive to another when I found this, taken in the fall of 2001 on one of those walks we used to go on at the end of the … Continue reading →
I Went for a Walk
Last week I had to take my car in to get the passenger side door lock replaced. Owning a car that was built in the previous century means that as you round the corner into your second decade of ownership … Continue reading →
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Tagged Dreams, I really hate Santa Barbara sometimes, NaBloPoMo
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It’s always moving
Another fun thing about living in Southern California is that the ground is moving all the time. You don’t hear about it on the news, nobody runs out their front door screaming “Earthquake!”, you just get used to things happening … Continue reading →
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Tagged Flirting with disaster, I really hate Santa Barbara sometimes
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First of all, this beautiful artificial food [via] reminds me of the time I ordered a fake hamburger, fake fries, and a fake lump of green peas, as well as four slices of fake Swiss cheese, from the Archie McPhee … Continue reading →
Fresh listings
I think it’s fair to say that Jack is desperate to get us into a house as soon as possible (in other words, Our Little Tax Deduction isn’t pulling his weight). So he found us a mortgage/real estate person whose … Continue reading →
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What a busy week it’s been so far!
We’ve seen a house being fumigated. Do termites appreciate the circussy atmosphere their infestation creates here in Santa Barbara? We’ve shopped for two new tires. Mommy has now learned the concept of a slow leak and that she needs to … Continue reading →
Another side-effect of Fiesta is that the town is swamped with Inlanders. You know, farm folks and people from other sunbaked places that aren’t quite so close to the ocean or as affluent (read: shot in the ass with themselves) … Continue reading →
Well, we went out to breakfast this morning
Well, we went out to breakfast this morning, as directed by The New York Times, to a little restaurant called Tupelo Junction. This place has been avoided by us for a year and a half because of its trying-too-hard-to-be-a-Southern-roadside-shack concept. … Continue reading →
