JULY 9, 2014

The minute I walked in the door from work,  Bondorella’s siren song called to me from the garage, Come drive me! Come drive me! Brian wasn’t home from work yet, and I’d been wanting to get her out for a picture with a very cool new shirt I got (more on that in a minute).  (more…)



JULY 5, 2014


Wow. I hadn’t realized how much I needed a relaxing long weekend at home. Every weekend, we’ve been running off somewhere, so kicking back and simply playing with my patio plants, running a couple of errands, cooking breakfast, lunch, and dinner with my best feller has made me exceptionally happy. Often those tiny little moments make for the happiest of days. (more…)



JULY 4, 2014


I write this while firecrackers explode outside the house. Can’t see them, but I can hear them. Our place is surrounded by big Eucalyptus and Pine trees, so we can never see far beyond our patio, even though the firework shows are close. But that’s okay. I’ve seen fireworks before. We’d planned to take off out of town for the 4th weekend, maybe even dash to Winslow, but we’ve been on the go so much lately a weekend at home sounded pretty good. For our Fourth of July celebration, I made pie. A delicious, All American 100 Happy Days Apple pie.

I’ve been making the same pie for a while now, using my Dustbowl crust, so thought I’d mix it up a bit and make Joy the Baker’s signature buttermilk crust. It didn’t come together nearly as easily as mine, but it tasted pretty darned good, and Brian and I both liked the shaggy look.

Here’s my plan for the next pie: combine the two crusts. Use the elements and technique I like from my pie and some of ingredients from hers. I think it will be epic.

And now… in my sugar-pie-coma… I’m off to bed.

Until tomorrow…

Later gators!



JULY 3, 2014


I’m going to apologize right off the top for anyone who had to sit in an office today, under fluorescent lights, behind a desk, in the confines of four walls. Or a cube. Especially a cube. There may not be tons of 100 Happy Days opportunities there. That’s one of the nice things about my job. Yeah, there’s a lot of crap, but then there are days like today, where I got to hang out at the beach all day.

Lest you think I lounged around for hours on end, remember I had to haul 50 pounds of gear through the sand. It really is hard work. But yeah… I was at the beach. Plus, I got to work with Hetty, and we had a special appearance by my chief photog, Sean, who drove all the way to Huntington Beach to swap our vans (Long, boring story about equipment failures).

Anyway… My feet are a wee bit sunburned and I smell… so I’m going to get a bath. Huh. Think I’ve been ending most of my posts that way lately.

Until tomorrow…

Later gators!

 



JULY 2, 2014


I’ve mentioned in a few of my 100 Happy Days posts, my neighbor’s cat The Professor. He’s a super cool dude. And the best part? He’s not mine, so I don’t have to feed him, scoop his poop, or put up with misbehaving. Lately, he’s even been meowing at the door to come in, and we oblige.

 

Then there’s the other neighbor’s cat, Whitney (seen here in the upper right of the screen… the pointy ears up on the roof). Unlike The Professor, Whitney doesn’t have time for people, and even though we like her a lot, she could care less about us, or so she likes to let us think. She rules this building (we have one shared wall with Whitney’s people). She doesn’t deign to allow humans to pet her. She lurks around on our railings and roof, and even makes herself at home inside our place when she thinks we’re not around.

 

Tonight, when she saw Professor hanging out at our place, she got a little ticked.

It was a hot day today, and frankly, neither Brian nor I wanted to cook, so we ordered a pizza. A great one, from Wise Guys. Because it was such a lovely evening, I decided to sit out on the patio with the visiting Professor. It didn’t take long before Whitney poked her head over the wall. She is not a Professor fan.It made for great entertainment watching these two jerks stare each other down, and then pretend the other doesn’t exist. Cats! What a bunch of idiots!

Considering I’m not in the mood to write about the news day… Bath time!!

Until tomorrow…

Later gators!

 



JULY 1, 2014


Whew. It was a fun news day but an exhausting one covering the World Cup game between Belgium and the United States. Part of Pine Street in Long Beach became a gigantic street party as 1000s watched a jumbo-tron set up in the middle of the closed down street. Ah… happy days.

 Even though I’m not much of a sport’s fan, it was hard not to get caught up in the crowd’s enthusiasm.

 Because the game went into extra time (and no, that isn’t my sports ignorance talking–that’s what they call it), we were totally crunched at the end to write, edit, and get it on the air, but we did it, and quite frankly, it was pretty good! (Thanks to Hetty’s great writing!) So why the bowl of cherries and not the fun news coverage? Well… The U.S. lost, and when you’re hot and tired and hungry and remember the bowl of cherries in the news van, that’s a very happy thing.

  Life indeed is… A bowl of cherries. Until tomorrow… Later gators!

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