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 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!

 



JUNE 30, 2014


After a day too busy to actively seek my 100 Happy Days moment, I came home–at 9pm–and looked up to find this glorious crescent moon.

 

I thought of the man in the moon and how much he’d enjoy sitting on the tip with his fishing pole, but then I remembered: That’s the DreamWorks Studios Logo. My, how pop culture invades our thinking.

 

Maybe it’s the moon, maybe the long day, maybe the gigantic burrito I ate… whatever it is, I’m sleepy, so let’s just call this a blog post, take a bath, and say goodnight.

“Goodnight room. Goodnight moon. Goodnight cow jumping over the moon. Goodnight light, and the red balloon…”

Until tomorrow…

Later gators!



JUNE 26, 2014


Dang! Falling asleep in the tub already. Quick!! Write this doggoned 100 Happy Days post!!!

News story:

Laker’s draft pick.

My pal Martin from ABC 7 snapped this of me using the downtime to do a bit of novel editing!

Happy Day Picture:

Having a snack under this glorious bougainvillea!

There. Done. This counts as a blot post, right??

Until tomorrow…

Later gators!!



JUNE 25, 2014


You know… I just felt happy all day. I’ve had a lot of days like that lately. I wonder if it has anything to do with the 100 Happy Days. Hmmm… Something to ponder.

Goodness knows my story wasn’t happy. Another deputy involved shooting in Compton. What did make me happy though, was crossing paths with the morning crew, including reporter Toni Guinyard, who has the world’s most electric smile.

So much sadness at the scene in Compton. Crying families. Anger with the Deputies. Chants of injustice. Not a lot of opportunity for a Happy Days picture. At one point, though, I posted a picture to Facebook, a cropped version of the family picture we took in Winslow. This is the original:

 

And this is the crop:

Brian thought he’d be funny, and put on his round glasses and pull his hair forward. It didn’t dawn me until today that it’s like being photo-bombed by Ozzy Osbourne. The comments from people on the Facebook thread totally cracked me up.  Leave it to my brother to pick up on the Ozzy/Bat thing. Ha! Totally forgot about that. So you see, it wasn’t just ONE moment provided by this picture, but several throughout the day, why I after the fact, made this my happy days picture. See feller? Even when you’re not around, you make me happy.

Until tomorrow..,

Later gators!

 



JUNE 20, 2014


When it comes to vacations, I like to split up one of my weeks into three long weekends: One for Brian’s birthday in February, one for my birthday in April, and one for our anniversary in June. It makes for nice little mini-vacations before our annual “big” motorcycle trip, when we take two or three weeks (this year will be two) to travel somewhere far from home (this year to Nashville). The mini-vacas provide a perfect mental break. All three of our four day weekends this year, put us in Winslow–a happy place for us both. The building has provided us so many happy days, and it’s not even done yet.

 

The road trip from Orange to Winslow. We’ve done it a gazillion times. We were making good time until we hit this nasty backup east of Seligman.

At least it gave me a chance to photograph the local Crows. Or Ravens. We’re still trying to learn the subtle differences between them.

The source of the ten mile backup? THIS construction:

 

And now… it’s time for me to get to work. As I’ve mentioned, I’m working on the second draft of my novel California Cotton. I’ve never been happy with the last few chapters, and neither are the people who’ve read the novel. It’s the weak point of the book. On the drive over, my feller and I talked out several ideas, and thanks to him, I think we finally hit on the right combo.

Which means I need to go write.

From Winslow Arizona… Later gators!

 

 

 



JUNE 18, 2014


Instead of being behind the camera to start my day, I sat down at the computer to edit our FEEL GOOD story from Monday. Man, do I love to edit, especially on the rare occasions I can take my time and finesse something. I’m lucky that way, to have a job I truly enjoy (even if I don’t always like the subject matter). My happy days shot was going to be a picture of my edit screen, but then this happened:

My pal Bobby, an ABC news photog, pointed it out to me this afternoon while covering a story on a company scamming people out of money, claiming they will help you find an apartment, for a refundable 200 fee. If they don’t find you a place, you get 125 back. Turns out, it was all a con. The cops shut the place down, and found over a hundred unopened envelopes asking for refunds. All day long, people came by holding their lists, making claims of properties not being available when they were told they would be, demanding their two-hundred dollars back–and we’re not talking people who can afford to lose 200 bucks.

Argh. Dirty rats. I hate seeing people taken advantage of, so it was perfect timing when I saw Bobby walking around the news van. I could tell he had something cool to share. And he did. He pointed up to the rafters of the shabby strip mall, and lo and behold, there were three baby birds tucked in with mama popping over the edge to feed them every few minutes. Talk about making me smile! I seriously could have watched them all day.

And how perfect is the tile decoration!! Okay. Moving on…

IN THE WRITING REALM:

OY. I’ve fallen behind on my other writing tasks, like this piece I want to write on an awesome female moto-rider who recently went on a cross country tour recreating Erwin “Cannonball” Baker’s historic run. And I want to write an article on Kayla’s experience. Need to start my next round of edits from the agent notes on California Cotton. As predicted, the manuscript didn’t make it into the final round of the Amazon contest. It totally wasn’t ready. I’m surprised it got as far as it did. And let’s not even talk about Motor Dolls 2. Don’t think there’s any way I will make the September deadline I’d set for myself. Ack.

Okay. Enough procrastinating. Off to work on the other stuff!

Until next time…

Later gators!

 

 



JUNE 17, 2014


Remember a couple of days ago I mentioned my obsession with Food Blogs? (More than mentioned, wrote an entire post about). The addiction hasn’t diminished. How can it when Joy the Baker posts recipes like this  Vegan Toasted Coconut Pistachio Ice Cream made with coconut milk? I had to try making this. I know it’s Tuesday, but come on! I needed something for my Happy Days post! In truth, I started to make it yesterday since the concoction needed to cool in the fridge, plus I had to freeze my canister. But hey. Let’s just call it Tuesday Ice Cream and be done with it.

I think because I added less booze, it froze up WAY too hard. I’m talking like rock solid, icy, ain’t nothing gettin’ through! Even after half an hour sitting out, it wouldn’t scoop. I chipped off a couple of chunks, and feller and I scarfed it down, because even with wonky texture, the taste was muy bueno. Just what I needed. Mmmmm….

BTW… Look at these stupid neighbor cats at war!

Stupid cats. Too bad I love them so. The Professor and Whitney.

MY NEWS DAY:

Legalizing marijuana in Santa Ana. The city has been fighting the dispensaries for years, but it seems to be a losing battle. Their solution? Legalize them and charge a 10% tax. I have strong opinions on the subject about the dangers… but I’m going to refrain going on my soapbox about how pot robs people of motivation.

Okay! Bath time!!!

Later gators.

 

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