Vacay Through Day 8. Top 8.

We have been on a "road trip" vacation of sorts for the last 8 days, 3 or so more to go.  The intention wasn't to go on a road trip, but once we saw our plans laid out there wasn't really another way to describe it.  In the last 8 days we have been to (as in stopped in or stayed over in) Arroyo Grande, Ventura, Camarillo, Santa Barbara, Isla Vista, Pozo, Atascadero, and Paso Robles.  The nomadic lifestyle doesn't suit me at all, although I- or anyone who knows me, could have called that, since I hate car trips.  I'd like to think that I have been on my best behavior and been a good wife/passenger/travel companion, but I also won't kid myself.  Outside of the car rides, this trip has been spectacular...photos and videos are hogging memory on both phones and a camera, can't wait to get home and load everything. 

While Colton golfs I am at a coffee shop in Paso Robles working on various "life admin" and, as a neurotic lister...started thinking...so here is my Top 8 of our vacation so far.

CK Road Trip Vacation 2011 Top 8

8. NERTS! Felt fairly confident with my card playing skills until I played a 3 person game with Colton and his mother.  They both moved so fast that it almost gave me a panic attack and totally threw my game off for pretty much the remainder of the trip!  Awesome.

7. Cirque de Rite Aid: Animal Circus Cookie Ice Cream- Those disgustingly delicious pink and white sprinkled monstrosoties crushed up in ice cream and then scooped with the traditional "Thrifty" ice cream scoop cylinder??  I only had this on the very first day we were in Santa Barbara, and it was so perfect, I actually prefer to let it stay unblemished in my memory. 

6. Isla Vista Epicurean Delights: I am referring, of course, to Javan's (Philly Burger, Chicken Club, Fries, Ranch), Woodstocks (Wildbread, Pepperoni Pizza, ranch, Cinnoman Bread), Freebirds (loaded steak nachos, too many ingredients), Silvergreen's (yeah we ate at another location, same difference).  Nothing makes you feel like a grown up than ordering exactly as much as you want at a place that you used to consider expensive before you had a full time job.

5. Red Dirt Road: Family friend generously gave us a Jeep ride all through his property in Pozo, CA yesterday (Google it).  It is one of those places that makes you understand where the term "God's country" comes from.  My mental Polaroid was on overdrive as we hauled through the foothills in 85 degree weather.  I know he won't read this, but we can't thank Joey enough for that experience. 

4. UCSB Bookstore: Decided that it was appropriate to outfit our entire house in UCSB gear.  As in, everything they put UCSB on, we now own.  I guess everyone also knows what they are getting for Christmas...

3. Pitcher This: Sam's To Go- it would be virtually impossible for you to go to UCSB, even for a long weekend, and not go to Sam's.  Our time in IV was not just devoted to eating our way through the cess pool.  We sat in the sun, shared 2 pitchers of ice cold beer, chatted with the owner, and just took it all in- how cheesy is that?

2. Modern Family: Have I mentioned how much I love my family?  Have I?  Well, they are so amazing.  My in laws are the most welcoming and fun people to be around, even when they are kicking my butt in cards!  They are a hysterical bunch, and I actually think that, as a whole we are more interesting, funny, and potentially even more neurotic than the Dunphy's.  We all definitely have our own quirks unique just to that person.  My niece, Parker, is a genius, stunning, and is perfect.  You can't convince me otherwise, and if you try I know you are lying, and lying about my family is offensive to me, so I will fight you.

1. Memory Lane Littered: Hand in hand with Colton, we walked the entire length of Del Playa, up to 6839 Sabado, and then back down the length of DP.  It should be noted that we walked in the traditional way, in the very middle of the street with no regard for cars- I miss that.  As we walked, each apartment building brought back memories, some more clear than others, and we saw familiar faces.  Those rundown apartments with their astronomical rent, squashed living spaces, and cemetery after cemetery of furniture long forgotten, represent a huge part of our history- what brought us together, what shaped our early years as individuals and as a couple.  We took lots of pictures of this too, knowing that we may never come back to Isla Vista and have time to walk the length of Del Playa, and I am so glad we did.  If we can't do the DP walk, I hope we can at least find somewhere to walk in the middle of the road.

Until next time, I will be trying to figure out what bag I put my last clean shirt in.

Character Building Family Stories (CBFS): Wearing Shorts

What follows here is a story passed down from my parents about my behavior as a young child.  While the details may not be 100% accurate, the gist is in the delivery.

Growing up, there was a park near our house.  We went there so much we just called it "Our Park."  They had the good swings that were could make you go really high, especially if my dad gave us "catdogs" (when he would push the swing so high the slack of the chains would snap) or "underdogs" (less fun, he would push us and run underneath the swing). 

One February morning in Modesto, our family was getting ready to go to Our Park.  February in Modesto usually has highs in the mid fifties, and this day was no exception.  Despite the blistering cold I was hell bent on getting to wear shorts to the park, and apparently threw a tantrum while getting dressed.  I have a suspicion it looked something like this (although I hope I was not still in diapers).  You know, methodical, planned and much, much louder.

I hate when people tell you what to wear, and when I was little it was no different.  Although my childhood pictures will show clothes were not really my thing, if I wanted to wear something else, dammit I was going to!  After much screaming, threatening, kicking and whining, I went to the park bundled up.  It was gray outside and pretty cold, but I wouldn't help but think about how unhappy I was in the outfit I was wearing.  Oh well...fast forward to the park.  My family and I were having a picnic (possibly the funnest thing you can do, even as an adult) and I was trying to maintain tear stained cheeks to remind my parents how pissed I was.  A homeless woman wandered over near our blanket and started going through the trash (After living in San Francisco for 6 years this behavior doesn't make me think twice.  In fact, the trash cans have a top part that you can put your recyclables in so that the scavengers can get them easier.).  She pulled out a stained Taco Bell bag, and started eating whatever was in it.

I was watching her like a hawk, and my parents were watching me thinking "Oh Sh*t, please don't let our loudmouth daughter say anything about the woman who just pulled garbage out of the trash and is eating it in front of our family."  With a slow evil turn I managed to look at my parents, both with surprise and vengeance and I screamed "Well, how come SHE gets to wear SHORTS!!!!"  I want to think that this comment was actually a relief to my parents, since they were anticipating something embarrassing, right?  I wasn't grossed out by her behavior, I was furious at the fact that SHE got to wear shorts that day and my parents had told me over and over NO NO NO!!  Even now I get a little bit heated about what I wear and when, and now that I am an adult, nobody can tell me NO. 

Me and my shorts, in happier times.

Until next time, I will be cutting the legs off of all my pants.  It's summer right?

Character Building Family Stories (CBFS): Emailin' with Buddy

(Sidenote, I am so annoyed with DWTS that I am boycotting a recap this week)

Growing up, my dad stayed at home and my mom worked.  I never thought much of it until I watched the movie Mr Mom.  The scene where the clique of moms take Michael Keaton's character to a male strip club was not actually disturbing to me- I figured that is what my father did while we were at school- because to an 8 year old it seemed to portray reality pretty closely in other ways.  It wasn't until recently that I admitted this faulty speculation to my father, which was met with some hysterical laughter coupled with a disturbing lack of surprise that was intended to make fun of my gullibility but really only seemed to incriminate my dad.

My father is a jack of any and all trades.  He can remodel a room, punish 4 children, grocery shop with two carts, close escrow on 4 houses in a down market, watch an episode of Law and Order, and make a damn delicious gourmet meal in the time it takes normal people to have their morning "movement".  There is one thing that my father has not, probably will not, and doesn't care enough to master: EMAIL.  He uses email for his business, but, let's just say that the man refuses to learn little tricks like "Reply All".  He is an amazing story teller, joke teller, and conversationalist, so it is kind of surprising that his emails lack the same amount of detail.  When I get an email from my dad, it always makes me smile...the other day we got going on what may be considered a conversation, though the lack of punctuation and context would prove otherwise.  You may not find this as funny as I did, so if that is the case, just delete this web address from your browser history so you never accidentally stumble upon it again and I will continue to produce delicious nuggets for those who appreciate such juvenile humor.

(The only editing I did to this chain was to 1. cut and paste so it was in chronological order and 2. take out a really dirty joke that I emailed him.  If you read my earlier post, it was just the rough joke in Bossypants that Tina Fey tells toward the end.)

On Thu, Apr 28, 2011 at 8:09 AM, JP wrote:


Hi Honey,
Hope you and Mr Colton are doing good.Checking to see if might becoming home for Mother Day ?
If you do come home bring me a present too ....... 36 waist 34 inseam
Father

From: Katie Imming
Sent: Thursday, April 28, 2011 11:01 AM
To: JP
Subject: Re: Good Morning




For sure I will come!! Not sure which date - Fri or Sat or Sun but I will be there, I will check with Colton and make sure he can come too...if he does I will make sure he brings his 32 34 pants for you to steal, hehehe.

On Thu, Apr 28, 2011 at 11:04 AM, JP wrote:


LOL LOL LOL Dad
 
From: Katie Imming

Sent: Thursday, April 28, 2011 11:09 AM To: JP
Subject: Re: Good Morning


Glad you learned what LOL means, but do you know these:
GTFO

WTF

STFU

LMAO

ROTFL
I will buy you a cookie if you get any right...

On Thu, Apr 28, 2011 at 11:18 AM, JP wrote:
3 out of five the tpo ones where's my cookie?
 
From: Katie Imming
Sent: Thursday, April 28, 2011 12:54 PM
To: JP
Subject: Re: Good Morning


You have to tell me what they mean, write them out. Then I give you macadamia nut cookie.
 
On Thu, Apr 28, 2011 at 1:19 PM, JP wrote:
get the f out
what the f
shut the f up
?
?

On Thu, Apr 28, 2011 at 1:49 PM, Katie Imming wrote:
You win!!!
The others are:
Laughing My Ass Off
Rolling On The Floor Laughing
GTFO is the phrase of the day...
Love you!!!!
 
On Thu Apr 28, 2011 at 2:48 JP wrote:
 
Love You !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)


COOKIE :)
 
And, that was it!  Yes, it may not be as funny to an outsider, or even an insider, but it just goes to show you 1. your parents will totally pick up on text speak acronyms 2. despite his lack of interest in email communication my father has slipped about 4-5 inside jokes that live between the lines of these emails and 3. my dad is WAY cooler than yours.

I am the one at the caboose (clothing bottoms weren't really my thing).  

Until next time, I'll be searching for my clothing bottoms and looking into financing spinal fusion surgery as a small apology for using him as a form of transportation for so many years.