Monday, June 30, 2014

4th of July Cove

you take my breath away, but sometimes I wish you didn't

Garibaldi, the California state fish, on the run
Sante Fe Spinach Wraps (the recipe is below)
Danielle's boyfriend Matt, my dad and Scott lookin' stressed on my Dad's birthday
They have a whole island of their own here. It's as big as our neighborhood, but the sewage system is crap.
a fish's eye view
a bird's eye view
"why the hell would I need a picture of 
sea ya later
I prefer fresh fish and free food and long squawks on the beach...hah
the water housing is pretty heavy, but I like to try to use it when I can; Scott spent half the afternoon on Saturday down here
I understand Ariel's dilemma (although I couldn't ditch my dad for another world)
the fishermen on the boat across the way dared Matt to jump off the top of their boat since it was much taller than ours. Imagine taunting and provocation and the wringing of hands that all fortunately led to him making the landing no problem. 
"Oh, I just cheersed your camera"
the summeriest of summer food with extra butter
water, water everywhere
and not a drop to drink, so you think

The first day of our trip started with my dad annoyed on his birthday morning because we were bringing too much to Catalina and he forgot the beer. Then we hit rough seas because the south wind woke up early and Danielle got sick over the side, then slammed her finger in the back door. But the water was still salty and the sun was out and the fish were still swimming and the cooler was filled with cold drinks and it was easy to let all of that go.

That night we danced after dinner at Two Harbors with a bunch of teeny boppers and drunken sailors. My mom dripped red wine all over her white dress and owned the dance floor. 

There were a lot of scrappy looking kids running around with rainbow sherbet dried to their cheeks and sticks in their hair and I wanted to be one, but also have one...some day. While drinking the above mentioned red wine my mom suggested one of us name our future child "fire cracker" thinking it was the name of the cove we were staying in this weekend (it was really 4th of July Cove). "For short you could call him Cracker!" she explained in hysterics. I spilled wine on my shoe while laughing and hoped no one was listening. 

Maddie came Saturday on the ferry after a late night at work Friday. Her boyfriend Andy wasn't with her because he had a wedding to attend and he was missed. It's weird and wonderful how our family and the people we care about grows all the time. As my mom put it, "Now there are so many people that I need a text from to let me know they are home safely."

Saturday night we barbecued and wanted to feed the fish. My dad said you actually aren't supposed to feed them, although I pointed out that they'd probably rather be given bagels than be "grilled" or "blackened". 

On Sunday we went swimming at Emerald Bay with even my mom making a rare appearance underwater.

The ride home went really smoothly with barely a breath of wind at all and I slept three quarters of the way, which was good because my eyes were starting to twitch; a symptom of fatigue and drinking alcohol according to WebMD. Sounds about right. I hope you had a nice weekend too! And happy birthday Dad! You take us on the greatest adventures! 

p.s. here's my mom's recipe for the "Santa Fe Wraps" pictured above. Made with ❤︎ (also, we used low fat cream cheese and sour cream and spinach tortillas instead and we added avocado and black beans). 

Friday, June 27, 2014

"The Season of Light" and Other Things

I have been doing a lot of things these days, but most of these things are the same things, good things: Going out of town on the weekends for weddings and baby showers; writing all day and working for my dad, filming surfing with Scott for a movie our friend Phil is making, drinking lots of different beverages (see above) and staying up 'til 1 a.m. You'll be happy (or surprised) to know I didn't fall off my skateboard once this week, which has given my bruises time to heal. I went to the park nearby to practice my frontside turns the other day and there were some guys drinking beer out of a brown paper bag and talking about girls, which was amusing. I heard one of them say "sometimes buying them stuff totally works."

The "babycue" / shower I mentioned was a success. Basia came down to visit and we spent the weekend at Steph and Michael's. A bunch of our friends made the trip to Hermosa Beach. We tapped a pony keg as a group, which we were still sort of proud of. Kind of like one of those "We've still got it" moments, especially since all my friends and I met in college where we had the opportunity to drink and finish many kegs. Of course Steph and the baby didn't help, but Steph can't have beer normally anyways since she's allergic to gluten. 

There was a surf shop party this week too. And Kristen, Scott's middle sister, came to visit. She paddled into her first waves all by herself yesterday, which reminded me that so much of paddling and catching waves is about tenacity. 

I have been listening to Third Eye Blind while I'm working and riding the train and eating Mexican bean salad for lunch. I would have listened to them while I was cleaning the house, but Scott did that this week. He isn't a consistent cleaner of things. Or rather, he leaves his clothes and shoes at the foot of the bed. But honestly, he is way better at cleaning than me. The shower door no longer looks like it might start sprouting stalactites any minute. 

We're going to the Pacific Northwest next week, so I've been preparing for that too. I know I should have told you about this whole excursion (a two week road trip to northern California and Oregon to write some stories, surf, camp, visit friends and family, sample craft beer and try not to break our arms etc. while skateboarding in the skateboarding capital of the country). I feel I should have told you because I think of you as friends (even those of you who I don't "know") because you are nice and kind to look at the pictures and words I put here. The reason I didn't mention it is because I have almost backed out of this trip every day of the last two weeks. This happened once when I read about all the sharks that like to live in Oregon and another time when I heard about upwelling causing the water to be in the low 50ºs (fahrenheit) in the summer months, and again last weekend when I saw a bunch of killer surf pictures come out of Cabo. But the point of this trip is to put ourselves out of our comfort zone. To freeze our brains with the sharks and meet more characters at the skatepark (and maybe even some who might seem like they could be on Portlandia). 

I have decided that if summer is about any one thing, it is about adventure. It's about sleeping over at a friend's house for the first time and realizing that she has two dads. It's about selling lemonade to your neighbors and being so bored you consider calling your teacher. It's about blowdrying your hair perfectly for Jr. Lifeguard's because you have a crush on your instructor. It's about night swimming and trying new food. It's about listening to your best friend's bother's Third Eye Blind CD because it says "Explicit lyrics" on the cover. 

Happy summer all you adventurers! 

"There is no certainty; there is only adventure."~ Roberto Assagioli

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

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Monday, June 23, 2014

How to Make a Wall Mounted Bottle Opener

I bought a book and a baby beach outfit to give to my friend Stephanie at her baby shower this weekend (although, she wanted a barbecue with friends rather than a traditional shower, which inevitably led to the party being called a babycue, of course), but once I started reading through the book, I wasn't as stoked on it as I originally had been when I read an excerpt online, so we decided to make a beer bottle opener instead. The perfect gift for the baby! Of course. Scott made one for his dad, too and now we need one for our backyard, because they are fun toys for adults. Here are the steps (written by Scott), if you'd like to make one for yourself:

Any old board
Mason Jar
Hose Clamp
Wall Mounted Bottle Opener
Mounting Bracket to hang it on a wall

1. Line up bottle opener in the center, near the top of the board. 
2. Secure bottle opener with provided screws, pre drill holes if you have an old board to avoid splitting the wood. 
3. The mason jar should be placed 8-10" directly below the opener so caps will fall into the jar, leave enough room in between so a bottle will still fit in the opener. 
4. Attach hose clamp to the bottle with the screw off to the side so it is easily accessible to loosen and remove the jar to empty it. 
5. Once the jar is lined up, remove the clamp and mark with a sharpie on the back of the clamp, where you will attach it to the board. 
6. Drill a hole through the clamp on your mark to allow a screw pass through it to attach it to the board.
7. Attach the hose clamp to the board with a screw through the hole you just made. 
8. Now you can re-attach the mason jar to the clamp by tightening the screw/nut on the side of the clamp. 
9. Test it out and try to make the cap in the jar. It should fall directly into the jar if it is lined up properly. 
10. Get creative, you can obviously decorate it however you want and it is a good idea to do any painting before you attach any of the hardware. 

Friday, June 20, 2014


I got on the train the other day after work with a damp kleenex in hand. The last car, with the seats facing backwards, had a person sitting in every row on both sides. And each one of them had a backpack or briefcase or lowered tray table in front of the seat next to them. A sure sign that they weren't looking for company. Kind of like the public transportation version of a 'Do Not Disturb Sign'. 

I walked to the next car and sat beside a kind faced man who looked like he was smiling even when he was looking straight. The only problem was, he was a talker. And I was in even less of a mood to do that than usual. He asked me what I was reading. Wild, I told him. "A book about a lady hiking", was the supremely crappy summary I offered. I asked him the same question. He said he was reading a report about the financial crisis because he was suing someone on Wallstreet. I nodded, not knowing what to say to that. I wanted to say that sounds like an interesting read, but I've been trying hard not to say things I don't mean. I also couldn't talk for one more minute about something I didn't know much about. Although, at the time, pretending to be interested in the financial crisis was much better than having to think about how my grandpa was in the hospital and I was on a train going away from him.

Feelings don't like to be controlled, but they can certainly be distracted. I like to think that man knew his specific form of distraction was comforting to me. Maybe he's held a damp kleenex in his hand while surrounded by strangers before too. 

When I got off the train, Scott picked me up and we went to the skatepark before sunset. I fell three times and got hit in the shin by some other guy's board when I was coming down the snake run, but I think we are making progress (I also bought a mouthguard on Wednesday. Just to be safe). 

I called my grandpa when we got home. He was in good spirits, watching a lot of NCIS and recovering from a bout with pneumonia, according to the doctors. I said I loved him and he said he loved me. I could tell he was happy I called, even though he was trying to fall asleep. I went to bed that night lucky for the conversations I had that day.

We are visiting my grandpa today. In some way, I don't know what I'll say to him just like I didn't know what to say to the man reading the boring paper, but I'm not too concerned because I think I learned that the less you worry about what you're supposed to say and more about the person you're talking to, the better things turn out to be.

And now, I have to go. But I did want to mention that the plumeria are blooming and we got some new succulents that I planted in a formerly vacant pretty blue bowl. They seemed like they needed to come home with me, although they poked me the whole walk there. They're called 'moon cactus'; a scientific phenomenon, it seems. The surfing pictures are from a pretty bad day in Oceanside this week, but I'll take it. 

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Mexican Bean & Corn Salad

Serves: 4

1 can of black beans, drained and rinsed 
1 can of corn, drained and rinsed 
1 cup of fresh cilantro, chopped
1/2-1 red bell pepper, diced
a handful of cherry tomatoes cut in half or 1 tomato, diced 
the juice of 2-3 limes
salt and pepper to taste (or cayenne pepper)

1/2- 1 jalapeño, chopped
Avocado, diced 

Combine all ingredients in a bowl and stir. Refrigerate for approximately 30 minutes. Serve cold with chips of choice (my choice- all natural and made with soy sauce! And local, for here. Have you had Have'a Chips before?) 

What taco soup is to winter (my easy, I usually have all the ingredients, it's delicious, Mexican meal), the bean and corn salad is to summer. It takes about ten minutes to prepare and it's really fresh and good. It could easily be packed in a cooler bound for the beach or thrown together while camping (I plan to make it in both scenarios). Sometimes we make quesadillas to go with it (especially if Scott is still hungry :).