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Out of Service

Posted in life, Oakland on February 3, 2011 by Nada

The blog will be down for a week…or so. Our internet service is down at this location as of tomorrow, and we are vacating the premises. We were at the new place yesterday. We ate at the Taco Bell on the beach, and watched the surfers. We went to the Ace Hardware too. It’s massive. Everything is very different than Oakland. It’s still funky, which I like, but in a very different way. I haven’t decided what to do with the blog yet. Crazy 57 Bus is all about Oakland, but it seems harsh to destroy it. (Not that I haven’t done that before) I may just wander off and start a Pacifica blog, but then what would I call it? I’m hoping someone will drop some suggestions in the comments for a name. O’er and out.


Full House Cafe

Posted in life, Oakland on January 30, 2011 by Nada

One of my buds bought me a going-away lunch here. It’s an old style diner in the Laurel District. Delicious BLT, of course. What else do you get at a diner. Bacon. Bacon. Or maybe the tuna melt, which my friend ate.

The packing is going along. We managed to finish packing the garage. Most rooms are mostly packed, but the only thing entirely finished is the garage. Movers are coming Friday. I’m trying to sell some stuff on Craigslist that we don’t want to move. I think we will run out of boxes today. Panic has not set in, but may on Thursday.

Tanner’s De-skunking

Posted in Dimond District, life on January 25, 2011 by Nada

I went into Paws & Claws Pet Store the other day and found Tanner in the back, getting a bath. Tanner is one of the (furry) people in the hood. He used to be an arch enemy of the big dog, until one day they saw each other at the dog park and then it was like, “Oh it’s only you. No big deal.”

And so, I’m trying to wander around the burg and say good-bye to my friends, but it isn’t working out. I ended up sobbing in Farmer Joe’s, on one of my buddy’s shoulders in there. Then today, the lead cashier yells at me, “I hear you’re going to Paris.”

I yelled back, “No Pacifica. That wouldn’t work out for Paris now would it as in redneck dislocated in Paris?”

So, today I decided no more good-byes. It’s ridiculous. Okay, maybe not ridiculous, but I’m just moving across the bay. One of my friends said, “But you don’t know anyone there.”

I told her, “I didn’t know anyone when I came here.” And I didn’t. Honestly though, I know in my heart I will never find neighbors and people I love and like this much. I also know in my heart, it’s time for me to go. It’s a hard thing, very hard, and there are certain people I will miss so bad that I’m sure there will be days I wish I hadn’t left, but I plan to get a wet suit and swim in the ocean. I plan to fish on the pier. I plan to go to the Pacifica theater. I plan to worry a lot less. Okay, maybe the last one is a lie.

Doctors Appointments

Posted in health, life on November 15, 2010 by Nada

Tomorrow, I have to go see my epilepsy doctor, and he’s a cool guy, but he just can’t remember my name or anything related to my epilepsy. He always thinks I’m on some medicine I’m not taking. I keep asking him to numb my head so I can get out of this cycle of migraines, and he keeps saying he’s working on it. Sometimes I think I’m the one with brain damage and then sometimes I think…nah…it’s him. I’ve already decided if he asks me again what medicine I’m taking, I’m going to tell him LSD. He should know what I’m taking. He should quit asking me. He’s prescribing the crap. I love to say the word “crap.” Maybe I’ll just say that to the doc when he asks me what medicine I’m take. “Crap. Just crap,” or “Mostly cat crap.”

Mem Day Weekend

Posted in general weirdness, life, travel on May 28, 2010 by Nada

The dogs will be holding down the fort (that one that they’re lying on) for us while we go to Tomales Bay, Saturday and Sunday. We decided to vacate the premises at the last minute. I called a few places for room reservations, but apparently everyone in the bay area has decided to vacate their premises and head to Tomales Bay. One place said they had one room available for $360. I told them they would be keeping that one too. I would sleep in the car before I would part with 360 of my clams for one night. We finally found a place to stay. It’s the sister property of some other place, and it’s mid renovation. I looked up the reviews on the internet and it was chock full of complaints about the smell and old rooms with scratched furniture. Other people had written in about road noise, and someone even complained about a baby crying all night long. On another message board, apparently the parents of the crying baby wrote in and said their baby was crying because of the smell. I booked the room anyway because it was the only one I could find that didn’t require a second mortgage on our house.

I called the Big Guy at work and told him the news. He said, “I can take anything for one night but the smell. Can you cancel?”

“No, I can’t,” I said. “The cancellation period was last week.”

“How is that possible?” he asked. “You only booked the room 10 minutes ago.”

“It’s their policy,” I said, and left it at that because there’s no explaining at a certain point in a conversation, a marriage, or life in general.

When the Big Guy came home he perused the internet for the possibly source of the smell in our room at the resort under renovation.

“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s not the rooms that stink. It’s the whole bay.”

I nodded, even though I found that more alarming than just one room. So we will be off tomorrow to some place in Tomales Bay that smells bad, with a lot of noise and bad furnishings. I can hardly wait. Seriously. Nothing like a road trip, even a bad one.

While the Big Guy was surfing the net, he also found out the “resort” where we’re staying has some sort of sunset kayak trip for 3 hours. He was going to make a reservation, but I stopped him.

“We probably have one bad reservation too many as it stands,” I told him.

Turkey Breast

Posted in food, life on May 17, 2010 by Nada

As promised a picture of ye old turkey breast, which unfortunately tasted like ye old shoe leather. The Big Guy’s a good cook but we have one pan here that is an absolute traitor, even though it cost a small fortune. It is ye old crock of…


Posted in food, holy crap, life, Oakland, whatevah on April 27, 2010 by Nada

I called my husband at work and asked him, “What’dya doin’?”

He answered, “Crap.”

“Crap” is one of my words, supporting my theory when you live with someone long enough you start picking up their language, characteristics, mannerisms, until finally you’re acting like them, and they’re acting like you used to. I’ve also caught him speaking in a Southern accent. I’m from the South. He’s not. He’s from Michigan.

Switching gears into my favorite subject…food. I found these at the local grocery – Mini Cakesters. I don’t know what to say other than if you don’t go and get some right now, you’ll be sorry, as in it might be the biggest mistake you ever make. When I die, if hell has Cakesters and heaven has none, I’m opting for hell.

And these Sweet Potato Chips are located in the “Don’t Purchase” category. If they accidentally fall on the floor, the big dog won’t even eat them, and she’ll eat anything – except these. The bag advertises, “Good Source of Fiber.” I suppose they are too if you can get them past your gums. In all fairness, I don’t like the potato form of sweet potatoes, and this bag of chips was given to me, excess food from a wake. Serves me right, I suppose.

And finally there’s this – our Topsy Turvey Tomato Grower. The link is NOT WORK SAFE, only because it launches into a loud video. Annoying. And the price on the website is twice as much as Walgreens. I’ve circled the plant because there’s so much green in this picture; it’s hard to see.

The tomato plant seems to be doing pretty well too, upside down like that. A week ago, I noticed some brown spots on a few of the leaves.

“There’s some brown spots on the leaves,” I said to my husband.

‘Nematodes,” he said, and I could have predicted that, as that’s what he says every year. Then, he launched into his speech about how nematodes attack the roots of the plant. The next step in the nematode relief program is the leaves with brown spots go MIA. I checked today, and the spotted leaves were MIA.

Life per the usual crap here.