Wednesday, June 3, 2009
I Have a BEEF.
This was my home in Felton.
This is the best dad gum coffee on the Earth. period. Steve's Smooth French, that's what I'm talkin bout, yeah they do internet orders buy some.
Guess where? I know I took the picture. I'll give you a big hint just around the corner is the Crow's Nest.
This is an internet photo of West Cliff drive, I would give the photographer credit if I knew who took it, amazing picture. Yes it is this pretty in real life no special effects needed.
Ok just quit it. It seems like everywhere I look people are writing about Santa Cruz and Monterey, in California. You may not know this but I am a California born native. I moved here in the year 2000, because we saw a house we couldn't resist. Seriously for a price like that we could pay the note by flippin burgers for a living, or so we said.
People are going everywhere, places that are my old stompin grounds and I know exactly where they are and what it's like.
And I am getting depressed.
I miss it.
It's hot here.
My life is good here, but I wonder if it will ever feel like "home."
And just when I think I can't take another post of this, the other big whammy comes, puppies and dogs. Or worse losing a dog, or a bird, or shoot fire a sick mama. You know what?
CRAP I can't take it anymore. If my granddaughter could've waited a few more days I would've run away with her! Only when your a kid can you just up and go like that, and tonight I'm jealous.
I really want some coffee from Mr Toots. On Saturday night I want to go to Mt Hermon for the outdoor music. I want to walk in the woods, and stroll on the beach. I'd like to go see Speckwoman and oooh and awhh over all her latest insanely fantastic designs. I'd go see my friends, and have tea parties with W&R. Maybe I'd never come back to Mississippi.
I could do it too, if I didn't have a house, a husband, a kid, 2 cats, and a job in the ICU.
Oh my gawd I am soooooo depressed. I must need a new hormone patch.
If I happen to have any Santa Cruz lurkers and you have a garage apt for rent, leave me a comment. I can almost smell the sea air, I have got a bad case, a bad bad case.... Carpos, The Palomar, the thrift stores, the beaches, the library book sales,..... waaaaaaaaah
yep that is definitely whining, bawling, complaining, pity party, whatever, yep that would be right. Anybody want to buy my house? The garden comes with it, and you can even have the cats.