7th inning stretch!

7th Inning Stretch from Jamie Welsh and Vimeo.

Giants game - outing with the office.

Thanks, Mom!

Last night I went to Mom's house to have dinner with her and my brother. She made pulled pork burritos with fresh guacamole. (YUM!)

Jay was working late so she packaged up some food for me to take home to him. She also defrosted an apple pie and sent me home with some of that, plus some peaches and an entire pineapple she got at the market.

I mentioned I was going to stop at the store for some 1/2 and 1/2 for coffee the next morning. She said, "Oh I'll give you some of mine in a jar!" When I said Thanks MOM, she said with love in her voice, "You're welcome honey ~ my job is to make life easier for you".

I'm a damn lucky daughter.

Breaking blues news...

My brother Bob just called to tell me he was going to be on the radio from 9am - 12pm today.

KZSU 90.1 - Stanford. Click here to listen.

Sunday Afternoon in Santa Cruz

Jay just out of the water, at Pleasure Point

My favorite place to get coffee on 41st

This pole says "Santa Cruz" all over it

Saturday afternoon - Surf contest

View from Pedro Point ~ looking over the south end of Linda Mar Beach, Pacifica

Volunteering with Surfrider to set up the surf party was lots of fun. I helped set up the room and unwrapped all the surf award plaques, then went to the beach to clean up the Surfrider tent. Jay picked me up when I was done and he brought 2 cold Tecate beers. We sat outside of the Pedro Point Firehouse and listen to the surf band, The Wander-ins, and toasted to our one-month anniversary of being married.

Friday evening - Poorhouse Bistro

Rayleen, listening to Uncle Bob's music for the 1st time

Uncle Bob

Mark Hummel, waiting for the band to finish their instrumental

Thursday evening - San Carlos Farmer's Market

Jaden A. Nichols with his black balloon sword

Fog rolling in tonight

Something I'm stoked about

I volunteered to help Surfrider this Saturday at the 8th annual Kahuna Kapuna contest. I had no idea what I'd be doing, though I assumed I'd be working at the Surfrider table on the beach while the contest was going on. This excited me greatly as I'd be up close to seeing the surf action!

Instead, I was asked to work at the party afterwards to help set up and get things ready. It will be held at the Pedro Point Firehouse in Pacifica. I didn't get really excited about that until I got this e-mail today from the volunteer coordinator:

OK, see you at 3:30pm at the Firehouse. Just call my cell if you need directions. Two hours that's awesome, thanks.

I'd suggest wearing jeans and something where you don't mind if it gets a little dirty but you feel good in it at a surf party.

Something I'd "feel good in at a surf party"! I've never been to a surf party! Man I can't wait. Plus, I can go to the beach earlier and watch the Kapunas do their thing.

Gay whales?

My dear friend Susie came out to visit me this past weekend from Ft. Collins, Colorado. We met in 1986 at College of Notre Dame in Belmont, CA. Once in awhile on a sunny day, we'd skip class and head to Half Moon Bay in my old, chartreuse, convertible beetle - most likely rocking out to Steve Miller's greatest hits.

So Sunday found us heading over the hill to hang out at the beach. After walking, talking and taking pictures of our toes, we left to get some calamari at the brewery. I noticed someone had written something very odd on the back of a parking sign:

NUKE A GAY WHALE FOR JESUS

me: Uh, what do you think that means?

Susie: It means, smoke another joint.

My cousin, The Horse

l to r: cousin Drew (The Horse), my brother Bob, our Grandma, cousin Meredith & me

at Poplar Beach on Sunday

My cousin Drew Gloger, is my Dad's twin sister's son. I used to babysit him and his younger sister Meredith when we were all much younger. Drew and his wife and baby girl live in southern California and Meredith works in Bogota, Colombia. I don't get to see my cousins often enough.

One thing that Drew and I do (besides tell each other funny things that our Grandma says) is that we write something to each other about horses. There can be hidden messages in the writings or a poem, or something abstract. And in Drew's case, he signs off as The Horse. I will send him an e-mail today and let him know that The Horse is greatly missed.

Convo at work

I walked to Mexquite for a nachos craving, and brought them back to my desk at work. I opened the container...

Me: Woah there's a lot of nachos - Party at my desk, Andy!

Andy: Wow, those nachos are smothered.

Me: Is that a good thing?

Andy: Well yes, nobody likes a dry nacho.