Little Plates!

I love picnics. And I love pulling together little mini-plates of snacks/treats for a meal. Living on my own, I pretty much get to eat however I want which involves a fair amount of grazing on O.R. days (must stay primed) and 3 meals and a mid-morning snack most other days. I feel like people catch me eating way out of proportion to other activities (although I’m glad they don’t see me doing other things, like say, using the restroom). So, multiple people think that I eat all the time. Trust me, I could eat WAY more than I do. But then my life would revolve around sweets, being uncomfortably full, and weighing at least 10 pounds more than I do.

So, this morning, I had my Kashi cereal and then a few hours later, had the most delicious snack plate of olives, cheese, sundried tomatoes and crackers. I found this awesome stand last Sunday at the Farmer’s Market where I got 0.5 lb of mixed olives, a container of sundried tomatoes, and a fair sized wedge of smoked mozzarella for $15. Score! I still have some left- it’s amazing how many olives fit into half a pound. Some of my other favorite mini-meals are…

* Mini-toasts, fig spread, and manchego cheese. This is a Whole Foods delight that I haven’t had in awhile. But Manchego cheese is my cheese boyfriend. That’s how much I love it.

* Trader Joe’s crackers (amazing. blanking on the brand but I will take a photo), light cream cheese, and sliced raw salmon. The tasting lady had this one day and my tastebuds were tickled!

Also, I was re-reading some older posts and I realized I mentioned swimming in La Jolla cove as an activity on my San Diego to-do list. Well, no more! I did it last weekend. And I was petrified. The arms of kelp coming out of the gloomy water were so!scary! I could see about 10 feet and then EEEEEPPPPPP! Another arm of kelp. I chilled out a little bit but I realized how much I hate open bodies of water I can’t see things in. And if a seal had come near me, I probably would have passed out from fear. Or become petrified like a tree in the petrified forest causing me to sink like a stone. Although I was thinking of seals in terms of the potential off-chance that maybe there was a killer seal who developed a taste for human blood.

But I swam half a mile. I think it’s an OTO (one-time-only) thing. Later in the week, I swam in the pool. It was much more relaxing. It’s so funny- I love the outdoors, but I can be the biggest scaredy cat. I try and face my fears but sometimes, I need to know when I’m semi-beat. Although I did tell my roomie I’d go swimming with her at some point. I think I can handle that. I’d be a lot less scared if I know I have a 50% reduced chance of being the one eaten by the blood-thirsty seal.

[Clarification: I do not want my roomie to get eaten by a blood-thirsty seal in place of me or due to random chance. It’s just two against one is a way better situation in the treacherous waters of La Jolla cove.]

[Clarification, part 2: La Jolla cove is a family-friendly place where many people swim. And kayak. And boat. And snorkel. I do not believe anyone has ever been eaten by a seal. But still.]

Bluey!

So my roommate and Bluey were introduced yesterday. Bluey is my car- my bright tomato red Hyundai Accent. She’s named Bluey after a 1960’s Cadillac I saw in the parking lot of Army-Navy Country Club with a “BLUEY” vanity plate. I loved the name, so I promptly stole it.

It fits b/c Bluey is a little retro, as my roomie found out (she drives a car that is just a scoosh above Bluey in the niceness factor). Not only are the manual locks and windows totally styling, but Bluey also has a tape deck. Yes. It’s true. And the car is a 2005! And guess what I just bought on Amazon? A cassette converter so I can plug my Diskman in and play cds. Just kidding, it’s for my iPod. But still, hip to electronics I am not. Just two days ago, I temporarily broke my beeper since I hooked it to my shirt and ran to work. Well, apparently sweat and beepers don’t mix. Who knew? Definitely not me. But it’s better now after I used the blow dryer for a bit. All that’s left now is to drop it in a toilet then wash it off in a sink. Oh, and maybe work out more often so that a 2 mile run is not at the exertion level of “Sweat until you break a beeper.”

Fishbone!

Last night was my first night of weekend call. So I got drunk. JUST KIDDING!!! I went home and surfed frivolous sites on the internet, mostly focusing on celebrity gossip. I figured I had “earned” a brain drain night so why not read about Dancing With the Stars “stars” whom I don’t even know? Heaven forbid I call my DAD whose birthday I missed a few days ago. I was reminding myself all day and guess what happened? Full birdbrain mode. But the West Coast thing is a little hard in terms of calling back East but I am expecting a huge phone call with lots of family members on the other end later today. Because they are at the Saratoga race track. Lucky!

I got a few calls last night. My main adventure was getting a fishbone out of a woman’s throat. Or rather, missing the grab so many times that she ended up swallowing it just to stop the midnight madness. Well, not on purpose but I was kind of hoping to fish it out like a big hometown hero rather than helping her swallow it. Watch out for that red snapper- it’ll getcha!

Back to Work!

The Kitty Hawk is gone and I am very sad. My vicarious mini-vacation is over and now I have to buckle down and be a real!life!resident! I have had so much fun over the last few weeks. I’ve hit all my favorite restaurants, gone out and seen a bunch of sights, and really had a nice transition into SD life.

And you know what? There’s still so much to do. I want to go to the beach more, go boogie-boarding, swim La Jolla cove, go to the zoo and Sea World, explore more California coastal towns, find exciting new places and realize that I’ve picked a very cool place to be over the next five years. Five years! Yikes! What have I done? (<– please note crazy vacillating emotional state. Very par for course over the last few days)

Kelly (roomie) invited me to go to the zoo tonight and I was all set to go except 1) I realized I be a total Debbie Downer since I’m so bummed out and 2) even if I could, I have too much work. This blog post is a break!

Oh, and at some point, I’m going to learn how to surf. So that when I go back to Chiba (someday?), I will totally dominate. As opposed to causing my freckles on my stomach to get total surf board rash from only paddling all day long.

My nostrils are crooked!

Have you ever thought that people notice the weirdest things? I was thinking about facial symmetry the other day. Although you would think one side of the face should be a mirror image of the other, it’s often not. Sometimes it’s due to acquired life experiences- a scar here or there, for example. But a lot of the times, it’s just the way a person’s face is. I’ve seen pictures before where true mirror images of a person’s side of the face is copied to the other and it is really interesting. Some people look way different, usually in terms of how their countenance appears.

This thought comes up every so often because I frequently think of a plastic surgery patient who came to follow-up and was very upset that her nostils were asymmetrical. Qu-est que c’est? Who thinks about that? Well, my sister for one. Ask her about what she thinks about Rosario Dawson’s nostrils. Something vaguely bothered my sister while she was watching a movie featuring R.D. and at the end, thanks to an illuminating camera angle, my sis realized that it was RD’s freakishly large nostrils.

Discuss amongst yourselves. Next up in vague Mike Myer’s line references: “Head” in So I Married an Axe Murderer.