Monterey: Sardines and Sea Horses

This past weekend we were in Monterey hanging out with friends and family.  We had plans to go the the Monterey Aquarium, I thought I was going to be disappointed.  I had been to the Long Beach Aquarium and was very disappointed.  Within the first 5 minutes of the Monterey Aquarium, I realized what an Aquarium should look like.  The adults and kids had a blast and met some strange characters (captions may or may not have been approved by the Monterey Aquarium (I'm guessing may not)).

                                                          This is Harry, he is not amused! 

Harry's Bi-Polar and slightly Skitsophrenic brother.

I will love him, and I will call him SQUISHYYYY!

This is Paul: He is a single black/white male, who loves the water and is looking for a serious relationship.

Shelly; plotting the death of that cheating bastard of a...uh, um needing some alone time.

After our wonderful time at the Aquarium we went to the Sardine Factory.  Never been before, but I highly recommend (unless you go and get salmonella or E. Coli, in which case I said nothing)!

The ceiling of the outdoor seating of the Sardine Factory.  Lovely, just lovely!

The bathroom of the Sardine Factory.  Why? Because it is freakin awesome, that's why!

Tell me why this orange-ish tomato-y butter spread was awesome.

Appitizer heaven.  Left: battered artichoke heart; Middle: shrimp; Right: crab cakes in all their yumminess.

Onion crisps topping a steak should be the rule, always...no really, ALWAYS!

This completes our day trip to Monterey; please tip your tour guide.                                                             

Refusing to admit it is graduation time...or, building a time machine.

I am in denial.  I am aware of this and I plan on taking up residency here.  I have two graduations coming up in the next two weeks.  It seems my pre-schooler is graduating and will be attending elementary school in September (am not happy).  I am also being told that my 12 year old daughter who was the cutest baby and she was just so little for so long...and I just had her yesterday...and who authorized her to grow so big and get all attitude-y and independent, and all "I'm a teenager now, I know everything"   Um...yeah...like I was saying, I am also being told that my 12 year old daughter is graduating (really a promotion, but it hurts the same) from 6TH grade and will be in Jr. High in September (September is my least favorite month now).

I assure you, my denial has nothing to do with my own age.  I don't mind being...oh, nice try!  I just don't think it's fair.  True, we all grew up; true, we should expect the same of our kids, however I have a really good rebuttle.  It goes a little something like this...Nooooooooooooooooooooo!!! 

You may say, "You're being a baby, graduating High school will be worse!"  To you people I say pfft!!!  You see, for my eldest I have two years to perfect the time machine.  You scoff, but let's just see who is asking who to borrow who's time machine when their kids stop saying mommy and start rolling their eyes.


Things to do:  Find out where they sell plutomium and flux capacitors.  Also does anyone have Christopher Lloyd's number?

Assemble The Mourners

Another tragedy has struck my life; one akin to the unpleasantness that fell upon my dear orchid.  My house plant, Fred or rather my office plant, Fred has died.  I am confident with the proper amount of therapy and grieving time, I will learn to move on from this troublesome time in my life. 

For those that can attend I will be holding services.  The attire is fancy dress and the viewing will be held at the hall trashcan.  Services will be followed by an afternoon tea (Fred would have liked that).  We all have to be strong and remember the fond memories we all had with Fred. 

Fred's Last Will and Testament will be read at a later to be determined time and location, due to some discrepancies with Fred's illegitiment children and an alleged mistress (can neither confirm or deny the allegations but a Fern may be involved).

If anybody would like to make a donation in the name of our dearly departed, information on Fred's favorite charities and causes will be listed by the guest book.

I plan to sue...

I think there is a time to withhold information and a time to tell all.  The latter applies here.  There is a store that I did not know about until oh, now.  How come nobody told me about Anthroplogie?  How come I wasn't informed of it's existance?  How come I wasn;t in the know?  I would never hold such precious information from anyone.  I have been terribly wronged and am looking into filing a complaint and seeking legal counsel for restitution in the form of Anthropologie gift cards.  Officially everyone I ever knew is on notice.  The store is the pinnacle of awsomeness-ness.  I don't just like some things there.  I heart all the things there. 

                                                                        The lovely clothes...

and OOOH the jewelry (getting hot in here)...

oh sweet heaven the SHOES (can't breathe)...

and dear G-d the PURSES (head exploding iminenet)...

and the crowning glory (you like what I did there)

HATS!!! (someone, call 911)

My Current plan is to stock everything in this store until I have it all.  Every last thing.  Every shirt, every jacket, every pant, every dress, every piece of jewelry, every shoe and oh yes, every HAT! 

One would think I am obsessed, one would think...and one would be right.

Shameful!

More like suicide rather than homicide!

Today is somewhat of a gloomy day.  I have once again managed to kill an Orchid.  You see, I didn't plan on killing it.  I question if I really killed it or if it gave up the will to live on its own.  I did try to take care of it.  I read the instructions; I followed them to the letter, the thing just up and died.  I had had it for about a month and it (is a plant an "it" or are they supposed to be called "he/she") seemed to be ok, then one by one the sad orchids started falling off.  Every couple of day one would fall off.  I swear I could hear the little cries of the dying Orchid, the other Orchids still holding on looking at me in disdain.  At last there was one left, I tried not to look at it, but I could see it/her/him (I really don't know regarding plants and gender) out of the corner of my eye every day.  The last one finally fell; I think it may have flipped me off on the way down though I can't be certain.

So know this is what I have left, I have yet to through it away.  My way of thinking is as long as the stem is still green, the flowers can come back, yes?  Most likely no. 

My stick!  Let me show it to you!

(Pay no attention to the brown leaves, that's..ummm..lighting effects, yeah that's it...FAIL!)