A Whale's Vagina

San Diego is a new home.  More specifically, I could set up camp in La Jolla and never look back.  I have always been a Colorado girl, and I even found a special place in Germany that held my heart for years after I had left.  San Diego was my pace immediately.

I have to admit, I made fun of California, and more importantly Californians for years before I had ever even been.  All of that changed over the course of this last weekend.

I saw wild seals within 20 minutes of getting off of the shuttle from the airport.  Hundreds of them, and I couldn't stop running up and down the beach yelling at them.  I'm sure they were totally confused, and the "seal calls" didn't bring them any closer to me.  Fail.  Well, partial fail because I saw them, my whole goal of kissing their cute lips probably never would have happened no matter how hard I tried.

Sea World, despite the constant worry that it is criminal to have those animals in captivity, was amazing.  I was inches away from WHALES which I had never seen before.  I could have touched the seals if I weren't afraid, dolphins, sea otters (one of my favorites), I held a starfish, pet the bat rays.  I saw and did more in one day than I could have ever imagined.

He and I met with his colleagues after a nap on Sea World day.  They were all at a local Mexican restaurant and they were already tuned up at 10 pm.  So "tuned up", in fact, that the bar had cut them off an hour prior and they were still dancing their asses off.  He and I drank margs until we were caught up.  We went to a club, yes that's us...at a club.  I danced and sang, and drank until drunk.  I smoked hookah with Armenian drug cartel across the street, and then we stumbled down to the sandy beaches of La Jolla.  Gravity being my biggest challenge (due to excessive amounts of Tequila) I slowly made it down a cliff face to find the most beautiful private beach I can imagine in all of existence.  I played in the ocean, fell in the ocean, swam out of the ocean, for hours.  My jeans were soaked, and I was so drunk and cold I made my way back to the hotel in my underwear.  Good thing Sherry told me to buy some, normally I skip that step...any hoooo

Toe Mahs tattoo'd my peacock on Saturday, for four hours.  I can't believe that I have as much left on this piece as I do.  It is beautiful, but every time we work on it, I realize how much there is left .  30 hours in, and I'd be willing to bet we have just as much left to go.  Dear Lord...what have I gotten myself into?

Perhaps another trip to San Diego.... :)

XoXo,
Schatzi

This was the first picture I took in San D.  Coincidentally, it was the last.

A New Day

SEPTEMBER is gonna be amazing.

He won a trip at work, and we are going on an all inclusive trip to San Diego for five days.  I want to see dolphins, seals, and order room service, Eggs Benedict!  We are meeting a handful of amazing people there, and I am so excited I could jump out of my skin.  So, in preparation- I have started a strict regimen of self tanning, so that I can have the technique down before I go (so far I'm challenged).  I have purchased a very cute hat that will look great on the beach, I am working every possible minute that I can so that my PTO racks up faster, and I haven't taken a day off in fear that I would deplete aforementioned PTO. 

Fortunately, after a few scuffles, He and I are back on track and we have made it through the notorious month of August.  You did know that more relationships end in August than any other month, right?  Thanks to Emm, I had a place to stay and get my mind straight when we had our case of the August's.  We're back on track, and stronger than ever.  :) 

While we're in San D, I'll be sitting down for my sixth session on this sleeve project I started in January...oh the pain is not so easily forgotten. 

26 hours in, and last time during my first color session I thought I might have reached the tap out point.  I started it though, and fortunately I have fogotten how much it hurts.  I've decided that it's merely a few hours of pain to work toward the completion of one thing that I started.  I consider the other arm regularly, as though I could handle it.  A sea scape would be pretty though...  Since I now have an entire arm covered in art, it doesn't really surprise anyone that I would get another...and another...and another.  I no longer have tattoos, but have turned into a "tattoo'd person" as He tells me.  If life wasn't hard enough already, now I have have a big damn tattoo, and I'm working with seniors.  Which brings me to my next thought...

I'm starting to think that a second job might be in order.  It's not that I don't just love my scooter, it's just well...a scooter.  It isn't going to truck through the snow, and it is getting colder every morning.  I am considering bartending to save for a secondary mode of transportation.  The thought of having a job to supplement a career is pretty scary.   It has been a long time since I sold something as cheap as a beer.  I was asking Emm today if she thought I'd be any good at it.   I'm worried people won't like me!  I have been on the phones too long or selling through email.  I wonder if I could email you a beer...

I had a date night with Him last night, so it's near impossible to not feel like a million bucks today.  We saw The Other Guys and it was very funny.  I wore a dress, and a flower in my hair.  We kissed during the movie.

I'll end on that note.

:)