By the way, my Mama loved this song! Gio+Nana=Soul Mates.
"I want to watch the guy with the funny hat and the purple suit," says Gio.
I'm going to go out on a limb and say Chuck Mangione has some violet in his aura. Yes, Internet, we tend to wear our aura colors as our sleeves, literally. And violets are easy to spot because there is usually an air of peculiarity surrounding them.
I mean Obama has his ears, Chuck has his hat, and I have my surfboard, which is fairly odd for a 42-year-old mama of two. If you know me then you've probably grown accumstomed to my surfing lifestyle. But if you could walk a mile in my surf booties, you would realize I get A LOT of funny looks, and raised eyebrows, when I'm on my daily surf mission.
We found this lovely (read crack for bookworms) used bookstore, Bookworks, in South Lake Tahoe. Great books, at rock bottom prices. Though not quite as good as the library, which is FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Bookworks is run by a team of helpful volunteers. If there's one thing I need in a used bookstore, it is HELP. The aromatherapy in most stores seems to scramble my brain, but this is especially true of used bookstores.
Bookworks is multiple-handedly improving the world, by selling stacks of used books, at a time. All proceeds generated from the sales of donated books benefit the South Lake Tahoe Family Resource Center. Now, there's something to feel good about!
"Hey Babe, nice rack," says Red Van. "Wanna go for a ride?"
"Nah, I have my own wheels," says Blue Van. "But you're welcome to tag along. Maybe you can keep up longer than the last guy. He only lasted two minutes."
Correct me if I'm wrong, but this is the first time in approximately two years, that Sugarland has released fresh, new material. Though I guess their Christmas album had some originals on it.
Anyways, here's their new single, "Stuck Like Glue," off their next album, which won't be released until October. The song can be downloaded for a buck twenty-nine on Itunes. Enjoy!
Saw this cool surf sculpture in Oceanside, Cal-i-forn-I-A. I love how the surfboard forms to the shape of the wave, only an artist would envision that. And I'm sure the surfer is just about to get barrelled.
We're heading home on the Ventura Highway. And, unfortunately, so is everyone else. I have never, in my life, seen traffic on this stretch of road. And I've driven this route plenty of times.
Traffic angels, help us, please. We need a clear, safe path home. Thank you! Mwuh!
Maybe it will help if we sing this song. One, two, uh, one, two, three.
Ventura Highway, in the sunshine Where the days are longer The nights are stronger than moonshine You're gonna go I know
The happiest place on Earth, for me, is the beach. When I'm not surfing, I'm stoked watching Vinny boogieboard, while Gio serves up pretend food such as Crabby patties and mochas.
"Oh no more for me I'm stuffed," I feign.
I'm content listening to the pounding surf while reading a book. Or just sitting and letting the ocean lull me into a deep state of relaxation.
I surfed for three hours this morning. It was fun, and I got back just in time for Hubby to surf. The boys wanted to go to the pool and the beach.
There was a bit of arguing about which was going to happen first. Finally, we decided we'd hit the pool, then the beach. And I'm so glad we did.
We were on the beach about ten minutes when I saw Hubby coming back from surfing.
"Hi, honey, can I take your board out for a quick spin, pleeeeeeeeeeease?" I beg.
"Sure, but you don't have your wetsuit," says Hubby.
"Oh, I'll be fine," I assure him. "I'm only going to catch one wave."
"Uh, huh," he says doubtfully, referring to the one wave part.
I jumped in the water in my bikini, thank goodness I've been doing my ab work daily, with his new surfboard in hand. It was a bit chilly, so I took the nestea plunge to adjust my entire body to the brisk water temperature quickly.
It worked, and I comfortably began paddling out to the surf zone. Every wave that passed over my body, on my way to the line up, tugged at my bathing suit.
"Oh well, at least I have a towel on the beach if I lose my suit," I say to myself.
Yes, that has happened before. I'm sure most surfer girls have at least one "my bathing suit fell off while I was surfing" stories. (Feel free to leave your story in the comment section, please.)
Once in the line up, it only took a few minutes to catch a wave. It was so fun I had to paddle out for another one. I felt free without the paddling restriction of a wetsuit.
I caught a second wave, and went in on it. Of course, I could have surfed another hour, but I figured I'd go in before Hubby lost his patience, and while I still had a bathing suit.
Southside of O'side pier, taken from the pier @ 4 p.m. yesterday.
Oh my goodness, Internet! I love Oceanside, California. There are so many waves to surf, and so little time. This morning I surfed, not one, not two, not three, but four different spots. All within walking distance from our condo.
This is the view from our one week beach condo vacay. That's right Internet, fun surf is a five minute walk from where we are staying.
Woot!
Basically, this is heaven for surfers with kids. No packing everyone and everything into the car. Or calling on the parking angels for a great parking spot. No unloading the car.
And anytime I wonder how the surf is, which is about every 15 minutes, all I have to do is look out the window!
There's nothing like arriving at a destination, after a nine hour road trip, and realizing the rocket box, doesn't have clearance. All I can say is one, thank goodness Hubby was driving. I would have driven right into the parking garage without a thought, ripping the roof top box off the car.
And, two, the man knows how to take stuff apart , qiuckly. He had the cargo box unloaded and off the car in less than 10 minutes. Our condo has zero street parking, so that is a very good thing.
Three, my oldest doesn't take after my husband. Confused? Let me 'splain it to you Lucy.
"Dad I think we should just go for it!" says Vinny, when we were all still wondering if we could make it through.
Internet, guess who learned how to ride a bike? Gio!!!!!!!!
I remember when I learned to ride a bike without training wheels. Seems like yesterday when my uncle was yelling, "Pedal!!!!!!"
Unfortunately, training wheels don't teach kids, or adults for that matter, how to glide on a bike. Gliding on a bike teaches the rider how to balance the bike naturally, and it is virtually pain-free.
Or you can take the pedals off your kid's bike and voila! you have a glide bike. For Free!!!!!!
Kids, naturally glide in between Fred Flintstone pedalling. Extended gliding, can be achieved by simply lifting the feet off the ground.
Gio rode his modified glide bike for about a year, naturally progressing at his own rate. It took him less than 30 minutes, to learn to ride a pedal bike without training wheels, including how to start and brake. As parents, we are impressed. And sad we didn't know about glide bikes for Vinny.
Anyways, I hope this helps out a few parents lost in, "how do I teach my kid how to ride a bike" land.
Someone's ready for the big game today. Yes, Internet it's time for Fifa World Cup Soccer 2010, Deutschland vs España.
Go Deutschland!
Which means it's time for me to either insert my "nuclear blast grade earplugs" for the upcoming screaming. Or leave the house, for a bit of surf. Hmmmmmmmmmm? A girl needs her exercise.
Oh my goodness, Internet. The third installment of the Twilight Saga, Eclipse, was by far my favorite, in the series of books, vamped into a movie, so far.
I love seeing a visual interpretation of a book, and I'm happy to say they they got it right.
I thought Eclipse the movie, captured the deep emotions portrayed in the third book, more intensely and accurately than the previous two movies. Bella (human, so far), is exceptionally broody over being pulled in separate directions by her two loves.
Jacob (werewolf) is more determined than ever to win Bella over. Edward (vampire) is so passionately devoted to Bella, he willingly hands her over to Jacob several times.
Their love triangle is perfectly torturous. Although Bella is a fragile human, she's no wimp, and she always has the final say, on who carries her into the forest. Team Jacob vs Team Edward is a moot point, considering she has those little monsters wrapped around her finger.
I don't want to spoil the plot line, in case you haven't read the book or watched the movie, but I will say there are plenty of tense moments and volatile scenes within the dynamic threesome, Bella, Edward and Jacob.
Ménage à trois?
It's probably not going to happen considering the author of the Twilight Saga is a Mormon. Though perhaps there is a chance for a bit of reverse polygamy? One can only hope for more cramped 2-person tent scenes, with the trio.
Thankfully, "Eclipse," doesn't take itself too seriously, and frequently makes fun of itself, in spite of Jacob's high body temperature. In fact, he is so hot, he can barely manage wearing any clothes at all, save for a pair of cut-off jeans, throughout most of the movie.
Sizzzzzzzle.
"Doesn't he own a shirt?" Edward asks Bella of Jacob.
Edward, for the sake of female audiences everywhere, I hope Jake doesn't own a shirt. Guys have been soaking up blatant eye candy in the media for years. Women have a lot of catching up to do. We are making up for lost time with Jacob, and online pR0n, apparently.
Then there's our heroine, Bella. At times she is more of a man than the noble Edward and haute Jacob combined, clad in her Kurt Cobain flannel and plaid attire. Who else could get away with yelling at a vampire, and slapping a werewolf, but bad-arse Bella?
Besides, I'm sure all three actors have violet auras, most famous people do. Violet women appear more masculine than violet guys. But don't worry guys, she's all woman, underneath her grunge wear. Though you won't see much skin, so bring your visualization skills.
I can't wait until the fourth book, "Breaking Dawn," is brought to the big screen. "Breaking Dawn," has my favorite twist in the entire series. Correction: Films, the fourth book is actually going to be broken up into two movies, just like the seventh Harry Potter Book.
I'm sure this rubberized creepy crawly spider was left on the fence post, near where I park my car, to scare the wits out of me. Spidey has been there for months, but every now and then I forget he's there and I jump with terror.
My eight-legged nemesis also serves as a reminder that I live in a house comprised of people with yellow in their auras. Yellows, who will do anything for a bit of fun, at my expense.
Pay back's a beach. Literally, it is where I go to get away from all the "fun."
All of this revelry in the name of independence, is disconbobulating my auric field. While I did hit the beach for an hour of surf today, I'm mainly hiding out at home, away from the madness.
The only problem now, is once the sun sets, there will be fireworks flying every which way over the house. And it's way too late to ask Hubby too build a bomb shelter, right?
Maybe what I need to do is teleport to a quiet and peaceful Foruth of July. Breathing in, one, two, three, four. Poof.
This is the best wave I found in Lake Tahoe. Granted it is perfect, but the most I could get from it is an epic mind surf. Lake Tahoe is lovely. We had a fabulous time.
However, I'm done with mental masturbation. I need some real waves. I'm cuming home.
After Six days in a row of stand up paddleboarding in Lake Tahoe, I'm good until next year. Yes, I'm ready to get back to the coast for a salt water infusion.
