Seen Around Town

I hope you all had a delightful weekend. The Warriors won again yesterday, so it’s hard to find anything to complain about (unless you wanna talk baseball in Oakland, and then things take a grim turn).

I have a few gripes to share with you today. Recently I’ve come across a few sights that left me wondering what in the actual hell is going on here. And, in one case, lost me $1.50.

Number 1:

My car notified me that one of my tire’s air pressure was getting a little low. Lucky for me, I’ve got a 7-Eleven right up the road that can both provide for my abundant diet soda needs and has an air pump. So, I pull up to the air pump. I glance at it and determine I need $1.25 for 5 minutes of air.

I go inside and request change for my dollar and to convert two dimes and a nickel into a quarter. I now have 5. I walk out to the machine and insert the quarters. At which point…it starts counting down from $1.50. By the time I got back inside and procured another quarter…the machine had reset. Needless to say, I gave up and did not get air that day. But, seriously, can you tell me you’d have gotten this right on the first try:


Number 2:

I’m returning from a walk around the block on my lunch break. I spy this deck coming off a neighbor’s home. The questions in my head are endless. Was this always the plan? Was the mistake the window placement or the deck placement? Did they underestimate the grade of this location? Why is this here? It’s literally 2 feet of deck. No one would ever go out on this. Why is this like this!


Number 3: 

I’m at Target (obviously) and I’m looking at cars (obviously). The kids and I have been reading the junior novelization of Cars 3 as we prepare for its release this month (my son is so excited) so I’m looking at new characters from the movie and I find this. So far as I can tell they are otherwise identical.


Number 4: 

Finally, the kids were having a delightful time playing with PhotoBooth on their iPad the other day. That is until they wanted to use different filters. So, I offered my phone to my son while my daughter continued to use the iPad. No PhotoBooth on the phone, so I quickly downloaded a photo app for him to play with. At one point he runs over to me and says “make a funny face, mama.” I, of course, oblige. He bursts into laughter and runs away.

A few days later I’m looking through the pictures on my phone and I find the picture below. What. In. The. Actual. Hell. I can’t even.


Although I may print a life-size version of this and just hold it in front of my face like a mask next time I need to get air for my tires.

IMG_2066– Oleander

There are Tears and then there are Disney Tears

Imagine this scene, if you will: I’m sitting at our bar height table having a late lunch. Hub and the kids are sitting on the couch in front of me watching Toy Story 3. You know, the end part where they are all about to be incinerated (this can’t possibly be a spoiler alert, the movie came out in 2010) and they all hold hands, ready to go down together. And all of the sudden I shout “Stupid toys!” Hub whips around to find me sitting there, tears all over my face, my sandwich, my shirt. I’m a MESS, guys.

This is my Disney life. Something about those carefully crafted stories and songs is guaranteed to make me well up in tears. And each time, knowing how ridiculous I am, I call it out – “Stupid Nemo,” “Stupid Rapunzel and her ventriloquy,” (seriously, even that scene makes me tear up), “Stupid Up” (yes, the entire movie), “Stupid baby lion and his dead dad.” But, of course, I love them all. They also have magic, and hope, and friendship. And that’s what Disneyland has, too. Only on epic levels. You leave your life and stress behind and enter a world of magic, and hope, and friendship. I mean, Walt put it on the door: FullSizeRender_2And it’s true. Every where you go is a fully immersive adventure – be it a Haunted Mansion, Pirate Caves, Star Transporters, or visiting Radiator Springs.

After a day or two there, you start to realize that the magic has become a part of you and you start realizing you’ll have to leave soon. And that’s when it happens. You start hoarding souvenirs – because that’s the only way you can remember this feeling. By buying ALL the things. And as you lay in your hotel at night, belly full of Matterhorn Macaroons and Dole Whip, surrounded by stuffed Mickeys and [now] lightsabers, you feel safe. FullSizeRender_1But, then it happens, just as quickly as it came, it’s time to go home. No more nightly fireworks. No more parades. No more riding Astroblasters 15 times a day because your young son can’t get enough of Buzz Lightyear. No more hearing the magic of jaunty music everywhere you go. No more lines that are, kind of, a delight to wait in. And then, at least for me, the tears. FullSizeRender“Stupid Disney.”

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Okay, Bacon, we’ve been challenged by a reader and fellow blogger Quirky Girl to the 3 Days Quote Challenge with the topic of Memories of Yesterday. (She broke the mold and gave us license to do three quotes in one day – so that’s what I wanna see).