Independence Day Amid Avocados

I spent the holiday weekend in Fallbrook (the avocado capital of the world [and, per Wikipedia, home of Tony Hawk - who knew?]).  Missy and I went to visit our friend Mel and her family.  

The road trip's highlights:

• running into an old Jamba colleague at In-N-Out Burger near Magic Mountain
• playing iPod "name that tune"
• driving through Claremont - home of my alma mater
• first visit to Chick-Fil-A (but only to use the bathroom)
• meeting Mel's three month old daughter Giovanna
• lounging on the beach in Oceanside
• sipping lots and lots of wine :)

The last stretch of freeway before reaching Fallbrook is called "Avocado Highway" - how totally dreamy is that?!  My inner Homer Simpson (don't we all have one?) envisions snacking my way through roads made of guacamole and trees of avocado slices on the Avocado Highway (but sadly it's just regular freeway and stuff...).

Two Great Tastes That Taste Great Together

The Sweet 'n' Lo's (my favorite old-timey country band) singing my favorite Loretta Lynn song. 

I think I'll put on the "Coal Miner's Daughter" DVD, curl up in my Holly Hobby sleeping bag and daydream about Tommy Lee Jones...

Lunch and Laughs

Had lunch today with two of my favorite pals:  Jessyka (aka Jessice) and Lori.  We giggled and gossiped the afternoon away - a wonderful time :)

FYI - try the pomegranate cider at Cato's.  It rocks!

I Can't Stop Laughing...

This is total madness - and I LOVE IT!  Kitty wigs - who knew?!

I see Marvin in the Silver Fox and Shamus in the Bashful Blonde...

If you visit their website don't forget to sign up for "emews" - har!!

Salad Soup Sucks

So - you know how when all of a sudden everyone you know starts talking about some restaurant and how great it is and how you're a total power tard because you've never been there?

It happened to me the other day with LP3.  No, not Loose Poop 3 or Li'l People 3.  It's La Pinata 3.

Suddenly everyone's all up in my grill about LP3:  "OMG - LP3!", "I can't get enough LP3!", "I would lick Barbra Streisand's alien fingers just to get a taste of that sweet, sweet LP3!".

Clearly I had to check this place out...

So - my pal Elsie, her baby Dean and I went there for lunch today.  Elsie had an enchilada.  Dean had a bottle of formula.  I had a taco salad.  Not sure what went wrong but it was the soupiest, sorriest salad since sassy Sally sold seashells by the seashore (oof - sorry, alliteration got the best of me).  Point being - the taco salad was lame.  The chips were good and the margarita was even better (so the visit wasn't a complete bust).  But is LP3 all that the people say it is?  I don't think so.

Today's lesson:  in the words of Public Enema (that was a typo but I'm leaving it) - don't believe the hype...

Welcome back, old friend

Oh, Dog - how I've missed you.  Back to back episodes of "Dog The Bounty Hunter" and a juice pop.  Does it get any better than this?  No, I think not.

Swingtown. Watch it. It's good.

Yes, Swingtown. Who knew? My good pal John told me I'd like it and it seems he knows my tastes quite well (way to go, Juan Jose!).

What's not to love:

• Grant Show (yes, of Melrose Place!)
  
• Grant Show's tasty moustache (meow meow!)
  
• Grant Show's wife's hair (it'll be my next 'do)
  
• Soft rock hits of the 70s (you know that's my kryptonite!)
• Oh, yeah - and swinging

Now how can I get my hands on a can of Tab and a quaalude?