It started out like any other day… I woke up, made some coffee, and got to work. I hit a groove, and two hours flew by in the blink of an eye…
I was interrupted by a familiar sound, the growling of my stomach. I decide to address this hunger and I heat up an egg muffin that I had made a couple days prior. Now to be clear, this is not an Egg McMuffin… it’s literally just an egg baked in a muffin tin with some other stuff mixed in. It’s good, healthy… I substitute egg whites in for some of the eggs… anyways.
I placed the muffin of egg into the microwave, and heat for 20 seconds. I hear sizzles from the microwave gently heating my muffin, and then the timer expires. I open the microwave door, and immediately, the egg muffin explodes, hurling hot egg projectiles into my face and eyes. FFS.
I’m in shock and pain. I run to the bathroom to wash my eyes out. They’re red, but from what I can tell, I’ve gotten all the egg remnants out of my eyeballs and there is no serious damage. I was lucky…
Denial: This is a joke right? You can’t leave San Diego… you don’t belong in Los Angeles… they don’t want you there!
Anger: F****** greedy ownership!
Bargaining: What if I move back to San Diego… will that keep you around!?!?
Guilt: I feel horrible for all those times I bad-mouthed you. You hurt the ones you love the most?
Depression: I won’t watch another one of your games. I’m done with football. Goodnight.
Acceptance & Hope: Haven’t felt this one yet, probably won’t!
So many memories.
I traveled to New York to watch you play. It was a classic game, you had a huge lead at halftime and gave it away at the very end!
Many games were watched on this very sofa. Playoff games (or game) even!
When it got cold, I bundled up in your blanket and kept my feet warm in your socks.
I learned to cook for you!
I wore make-up for you! I felt like the prettiest Charger fan that day.
My wife even dressed as me for Halloween one year…
It’s hard to imagine that next season, there will be no San Diego Chargers. I don’t know yet if I’ll still be a fan of the LA Chargers. I’ll root for the players, but I don’t think I’ll feel a strong connection to the team.
This last weekend, my gal and I took a trip to Mendocino for a quick little getaway. We took the 1 on the way up and stopped at a couple of our favorite spots. First was Muir Beach Overlook. It’s famous for being the spot that I proposed.
Afterwards, we drove to Tomales Bay for oysters at The Marshall Store. This place rocks.
Back to the road, a few more hours up the 1 alongside the coast. The view gets a bit monotonous. There are spots called “view points” to capture the boring scenery:
We arrived at our B&B, the Elk Cove Inn. They have acres of coastline property, and about 12 rooms. Ours had an amazing view of the ocean and a huge rock we named Timmy. Why Timmy? I don’t know.
Each morning they serve an awesome breakfast, and every afternoon from 4-6 they host an honor bar happy hour. The only thing that beats drinking a cup of coffee while looking out at the ocean is sipping on a cocktail while looking out at the ocean.
We also got to do some wine tasting in nearby Anderson Valley. We’ve been to Napa and Sonoma before, but never to the Mendocino wine region. It was beautiful, and far less busy than Napa and Sonoma.
Though it was just a 2 day trip, it felt great to get away and explore some parts of Northern California that we hadn’t been to before. Now on to planning the next trip…
I made salmon for dinner the other night, and I must say, it turned out excellent. It was an Eric Ripert recipe, but I customized it a bit, because I’m a bold chef willing to take chances.
I didn’t have half the stuff he called for (especially to make the sauce),so I made a white wine tomato cream sauce. The cream was the star of the show, as it always is. Maybe it’s one of those things that looked better in person, and will end up on a bad Instagram food photo site, like this.
I was walking home from work the other day (true story), when high above me, I hear “Caa, ca Caa! CAAAA!” Up go my eyes, and what do I see? A crow, chasing down a seagull.
Now I hate crows, so from the get-go, I was team-seagull. Not that I love seagulls… I guess they’re the lesser of two evils. I watched for a good minute before they flew beyond my sight. My vision is getting worse by the way. I just ordered some Warby Parker glasses. Did the home try-on thing twice, and I think I found a winner. I digress…
As I continued with my journey home, I kept thinking of that damn crow. What did that seagull do to piss off the crow? I couldn’t come up with anything logical, so I thought that this could be a great opportunity for a Pixar movie. Crow vs. Seagull… Seagull vs. Crow… Crowmageddon…A Birds Life… the title isn’t the important thing right now, there’s plenty of catchy options. What’s important is that the crow is voiced by Russell Crowe and the seagull by Steven Seagal… that’s the formula for an Oscar. Plus, Russell Crowe has a bit of a temper issue, so he’s perfect for the role of the crow… practically born for it.