Fair Food

I hope you know that we are smack-dab in the middle of San Diego Fair season. I love it. So much to do. So much to see. So much to eat.This year the new thing at the fair is the zucchini weenie - that's right - a hot dog inside of a zucchini and all of it fried. I did not get to taste that anomaly. I did, however try the chocolate covered bacon. Two fantastic things should be even more fantastic together. The consensus? - Not delicious, but not disgusting either. They keep it refrigerated. It is basically salty/smoky chocolate.
Our next interesting food find was from the Indian fry bread stand. We had a coupon for a free drink, so we chose the lemonade. After scarfing down a bite of some tasty fry bread I took a sip of some cold refreshing yellow liquid. Although tainted with a hint of lemon, the main flavor was...windex!?! Seriously folks. It was nasty. Like licking a sour mirror. We disposed of our free tonic prior to its depletion. Perhaps the lemonade had "turned" or been spiked. Let's hope it was, because if you think that tasted like lemonade, life must suck for you. (The next day at work I asked my coworker if alcohol tastes like windex. He said it tastes more along the lines of IPA or rubbing alcohol. Windex contains IPA. I looked it up. Dah-dah-duh. I might have been drunk off of skank lemonade. No wonder I love the fair.)

Kids these days...

They are sissy. They are soft. They need to be toughened up and they need to learn to wipe their own tooshies. (I say this because I have no kids.)

What happened to good old fashioned spit on a fresh wound? Now the world is full of antiseptics and soap for goodness sake!

And how many of us have fallen off a trampoline and lived to tell the tale? I have vivid memories as a kid - being at the Burgess home and flying off their trampoline, landing on my back with a thud, feet still in the air. Good times, good bruises and good memories.



These days the trampolines are made "safe" with enclosures or netting to prevent the occasional imminent casualty. Humph.

Sissy.*

(*If I ever have a trampoline for my kids, it will have a net.)

Cincinnati Megs

A week ago I moved from La Jolla back to the good 'ol UTC area where I took over my pal Megan's spot since she is headed to Ohio. I have spent the last week unpacking my stuff and in the mess I found a couple of things that belong to Megs...one of which was a box of hand-made masquerade masks. I informed her that they were here (and I would hold them ransom until she brings me the garage door opener). She is incredibly talented and I would hate for the masks to go to waste. Me lounging around the new pad. Me reading. Me exercising.

Just the normal every day to day business.

Here is to Megs and her talents! Best of Luck in Ohio!!!