Just in time for Halloween

Hey, I'm spooky bloody eye girl! I've got a bloody eyeball for no apparent reason! Isn't that cuh-razy? Now gimme some CAN-DAY!

Twenty-nine years ago today...

A forty-year-old Aussie smoker gave birth to what the doctors said would likely be an underweight, retarded baby -- moi. (And everyone who knows me knows just how underweight and retarded I am.)

Almost four months ago, said Aussie breathed her last breath. Meanwhile, the underweight retard, whom the doctors advised the Aussie to abort because of the risks, has beaten all the odds to reach the ripe old age of twenty-nine.

But the gifts and best wishes really shouldn't be given to me just for living. All the accolades should go to my mother('s spirit), because on a number of different levels, I would not be here today if not for her strength and determination.

Thanks, mom. Happy day-of-giving-birth.

What am I doing on the east coast?

The Dude and I flew out to San Diego for the weekend to attend the wedding of a friend of mine. Neither of us had been there before, and we were blown away (well, maybe just I was, but he was at least pleasantly surprised) by how gorgeous it was. Admittedly, getting there and back was not a lot of fun -- I am no longer a fan of the airline we used, which shall remain nameless, but suffice it to say it rhymes with "beknighted," nor am I loving the rental car company that rhymes with "flirts," nor the highway that rhymes with "pie-5 fourthround." However, being there was truly lovely. (The photo above was taken from where we were seated for the reception. Idyllic much?)

OK, people, I swear I did not rig this at all. I just now found this quiz and these are my results, honest to God:

You Belong in San Diego

Laid back and friendly, you were meant to live most of your life on the beach. You usually think everything is "all good"... except when the weather dips under 60F. You stay classy - especially when you're in Tijuana!

Where Does Your Inner Californian Belong?

An offer I couldn't refuse

Rusty Rastelli People Iced: Forty Car Bombs Planted: Sixteen Favorite Weapon Bowling Balls Arms Broken: Eleven Eyes Gouged: Six Tongues Cut Off: Eleven Biggest Enemy: Oaf Get Your HITMAN Name

...I thought the weapon of choice particularly appropriate given the original Lebowski theme of this blog, and the fact that I went bowling this weekend. (I scored a 62!! And didn't kill anyone, that I know of.)

I'll take it

You Belong in the USA

Sweet! People either love you or hate you And you really don't care what anyone thinks Big and bold, you do things your way

What English Speaking Country Are You?

Enhanced beach

Hoyden already blogged about our trip to Nantucket and her unplanned swim in the Atlantic. (OK, technically I guess it was the harbor, but it's a better story if you call it the ocean. It's very close to the harbor/ocean border anyway.) The purpose of the trip to Nantucket and the specific stroll to the beach that day was to scatter my mother's ashes per her wishes. So we left that stretch of beach quite changed -- a dent created by Hoyden and ashes-enriched sand courtesy of yours truly.


See? If you look real close you can see the difference.