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Road Trip with a Side of a Patty Melt.

4 Aug

For our 7 year anniversary, (this past June, yeah I procrastinate!) James had planned a travel down the Oregon coast, something I’ve been telling him he has to see for years now, for a 3 night camping trip. We dusted off our gear, (it had been way to long since the last time we camped,) planned and prepared the menu and loaded up the truck and dogs. We left early as the campsite was a 6 1/2 hour drive, and a beautiful day and drive it was.

Then, this happened. What should be a Yelp review (but won’t) is coming your way. It took about an hour longer than we’d planned when we stopped for a quick bite and beer at a dog friendly restaurant in Newport, OR. Found it on the BringFido app and it was at a Rouge Brewing Co. restaurant, and, being a well established name it had to be good, right? Wrong!!

We lucked out and found a parking spot right next to the patio, where I presume we’ll be sitting with the pups, πŸ‘πŸ»we were told to seat ourselves with a heads up that the food might take around 30 mins. That’s cool, I appreciate the knowing what I’m getting myself into. Unfamiliar with the area, and again, a well known name, we accepted it. Then 5 mins passed, 10, maybe 15 until we actually were greeted by our server. And as a person well versed of the industry myself I know how customers can TOTALLY over exaggerate a time frame. I assure you I am not. Now, “why didn’t you just leave?” you may be thinking. It’s a 3 fold response. 1, dogs. 2, wanting our truck, full of monies worth of camping gear and foods within eyesight βœ”οΈ. 3, small town, small roads, big truck (see reason #2). So we wait, every few mins saying, “Let’s just wait another minute and we’ll leave.” Alas, there she is!! She was apologetic so that’s cool, even though I’d seen her at the table across from us, twice, we are fully ready with our order (hoping it would expedite our departure as we still have almost 3 hours of driving,) and then proceeded to wait for our beers. We are now maybe 30+mins in. Me trying to make small talk when drinks finally come, “Wow you guys are pretty busy!” Her response, “Not Really” Really! Over 30 mins for a beer. Not Really!!?? Then another 30 mins pass, still no food. We’re sharing a fucking patty melt people! So, we order another round. When that round finally comes she says, “I have some interesting news and some good news. Which do you want first?” Interesting, bc well, I’m interested to hear any form of explanation. Turns out Mike took our sandwich to the wrong table and they’d already started eating it so, they’re making another for us right now, and she told them to, “put a rush on it“. The good news is, this round was on her. Sweet πŸΊπŸ–•πŸ»! So that rush put on our food was just that. Use your own imagination on how good it was. Thus folks, this took an hour and 45 mins!!!!! I’ll be skipping on Rogue Brewing from now on.

Oh! Damnit! I almost skipped the best part. There was a solo bathroom for both men and women, BUT, there was no way to lock the door, that I could see in the women’s so I went to the men’s. Huh? Same mother fucking thing! So I ask an employee who’s right there, “How do I lock the bathroom door?” I shit you not his response is, “That’s a good question, I don’t really know?” Followed by, “I’m not sure if you can.” If I can?!! How do you not know the answer? How has this never come up before? And is that even legal?!!!

Now that my rant is done and I hope you’re still reading, (sorry but it really was an experience that I felt I had to share, I mean, yeah,) we’re back on the road. The park. Sunset Bay.  Was beautiful! And the best part, no cell service. Nothing, nada, zilch, the whole time! I recommend taking yourselves somewhere similar, often. There was however, one way to make contact with the outside world, just in case. How many of you or people you know have never seen or used one of these!!!?? I picked it up just to hear the dial tone. (Also possibly something you or someone you know has no idea what that means or sounds like.)

Well, on the drive in, close to the park we passed a little corner store and there was a wheel barrow full of wood and a sign, “for sale.” Yeah, I made him turn around, those bundles they sell at the sites always burn faster as they rarely have any substantial sized logs. 20 bucks for the barrel, and nice cuts of logs. πŸ‘πŸ» Not positive the species but I know for damn sure that what we were burning here compared to camping in SD was in so many ways better! In SD the smoke was well, smokier, and when we’d get home it was straight up, everything in the garage-dogs get hosed down-strip naked-and get in the shower, smokier!! But this wood, none of that. Yeah there was still campfire smell but it was a happier kind. And when unloading our gear, dogs and own smelly beings at home, not that bad. Here our washer and dryer are in the house, in SD they were in the garage, so yeah, wood up here, unsurprisingly, trumps. No, wait, that’s not the right word. Maybe use, superior? Yep! That’s the one. Thanks to our unexpected “layover” we didn’t get settled in as early as we wanted, but we did. So by the time we’re ready to get that campfire going we’re teetering towards 8o’clock. Our little camping guidelines pamphlet we get says nothing about when fires must be out. Quiet time is at 10 but fires? When? So James goes to the host to inquire, and her answer is, none. “We can have a fire all night?”

“Yes, as long as you are quite and don’t disturb other campers.”

WHATTT??? Nice. πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ”₯So we got lost in the flames and embers on a beautiful quiet night. Tomorrow. We walk! We were told there’s this amazing botanical garden at Shore Acres park, just a short hike away. Fuck yeah!! So we head off. Apparently in the wrong direction as we see no signs, and end up kicked off to the road. So we turn around and head back to camp to find our pathway out. When asking the first ranger we see where the path is her response is basically “yeah, the new camp host sn’t a fan of signs. I don’t know why.” Umm, I’m sorry, but how can you be a campground host and not be a fan of letting campers know where they’re going. In the wilderness. Where they haven’t been before? I mean, at least give us an arrow! βž°πŸ”œ But, we make our way and find the path, we did walk by the same outlook twice along the way, can’t possibly imagine how that happened, but the views were worth it!! Told you so James. 

We did find that botanical garden and of course they don’t allow dogs, understand why but, Damnit! So we had to take turns to walk through it. Which of course means, while walking through the most amazing rose garden I’ve ever seen, stopping to smell the roses loses a bit of it’s charm when the husband/dog hand-off is waiting for me. But smell I did. Totally worth it.As you know we bought a rehab property, which comes with all kinds of surprises. And whatever trees, shrubs and or plants that came with it were also part of that surprise, so we had no idea what they would look like come spring. Well there is a small rose bush in our front yard that, it seemed out of nowhere, produced this beautiful rose. I’d never seem one like this before and I beamed when I saw it out my bedroom window! Tada, this is it. It’s named Scentimental. And now when I stop and smell my roses, I know her name. It was a beautiful and peaceful few days. 
Fun’s over guys! We have a yard to get together.

A Salon Near You. Don’t Go Here

14 Mar

Another aspect of relocating that we women have to take into account, ok, some men I’m sure as well but I can’t speak for you. Beauty. I was with both my stylist and esthetician for most of my tenure in San Diego, so finding replacements, well, not that easy and oh so bittersweet. I’ve had 2 cuts since moving away, the first at a salon nearby the RV park we resided for a bit back in December, it was horrible, (the haircut not the park,) and after loathing my hair for months, I finally caved. To be honest I only let it last that long because most days Its comfy clothes or work clothes that are going to get dirty, so I let it slide, but a girl can only take so much. I was set to find someone near me that could get the job done. It’d be one thing if I could just put my hair in a ponytail and let it be. But damn it all to hell!! I can’t. Short hair. And there’s only so much a headband and hair clips can do with a bad cut. After much web searching and review reading I found one that stated, “I have short, fine hair and (I’ll call him Carl) gave me the best haircut in 15 years.”

Yay! That’s me! That’s what I need!! They also do waxing in the same salon, double yay (these brows are out of control!) Ok, let’s do this! Off to find me my replacement crew! 🀞🏻

Let’s start with the brow wax. There was no table or chair, or lamp over my brows for that matter, I sat in the shampoo sink. The wax was on the other side of a the wall so she’d go back and forth, and when she thought she was done and wanted me to look at my brows, I had to get up and walk to the other side of the wall to look in the mirror!!??? And when I pointed out she hadn’t even touched the brow canal that must always be clear, back the shampoo chair we go. No, just no.

Onward to the cut. πŸ˜” Here comes “Carl”! Who is also the owner of the salon, and he comes a roaring! I tell him I left my last stylist of over 8 years and his response is something along the lines of “Well, not to toot my own horn but, I’ve had clients for almost 40 years so it shouldn’t be a problem.” Bullet points of what I’d learned about him in those 45 mins; age, number of marriages/kids, marijuana stance, wife’s profession, also that she’s hot, I know how many pets/animals he has, DIY tips and how he feels about the homeless…. the list goes on, seriously, bc he didn’t stop talking the whole time!!! He did make an attemp and asked a few questions, I didn’t however get a chance to complete an answer bc he’d start with something else, which I didn’t really mind after the third or fourth attempt, hoping talking altogether would take a time out. I did come up in the conversation once or twice, about how lucky I was to have him cutting my hair. He was going to fix everything. (Yay!) Time to time he’d pause, lean on my chair, and talk about a thought that must’ve popped up in his head, looking at himself, in the mirror!!! And i will never understand why he lifted my chair up and down so damn much, with no use of shears most of the time!! At the end he stated that he was “My hero of the day,” and we can “Build on any criticism or issues we can change on my haircut the next visit.” Dude!! I’m here, in your chair, right now! Let’s start there!! He combed my hair so hard and flat to my head for the 40 mins or so that my forehead was sore for hours after I left!!!! 

I associate someone who refers to themselves as “Great”, or says such as, “Not to brag but,” to those that state, “I’m a great tipper.” It’s a warning sign. For all of us that know better in the industry, a “great tipper” is 10%-15%. Not the 20%-25% that great service actually deserves. At that point however, you can’t just say to that table “Get out,” or, in this instance, get up out of the chair and walk out. (Well maybe you could but I am not that callus.) 😫 Aaarrrgggghhhhhhh! How do I find someone that suits me, hell, I’ll settle for someone that won’t assault my scalp, without knowing a single person in the city for a referral? 

The search continues. 

Trails and Tribulations of DIY

6 Mar

I’m going to rewind a few weeks and then circle back around to now. 
Our first major task of this home was to lay new floors in the two bedrooms. (There’s a link below to that adventure if you’d like something to numb your brain other than another Trump tweet story.) Prepping meant tearing out the closet doors and tracks. We also had a beautiful πŸ˜‰set of bifold doors in the dining room that was used to separate it from the closet area that housed the water heater, washer and dryer and, yeah, those had to go too. So we loaded up the truck and drove all 3 sets for donation to Habitat For Humanity, and, much to our surprise, they turned them down. Said they weren’t accepting any closet doors. Umm, its a donation dudes! Ok, cool, that was a waste of a trip. Back home they go to chill along side the house, covered with a tarp until our, inevitable, next run to the dump. 

Now the fast forward ⏩

Storage is a much needed addition inside this house. The closets are small and shelving is a must. It’s really hard to unpack boxes (I’ve had to reiterate to James) when there’s no where to unpack them to. This is of course, my territory. We added a shelf to the bottom of both closets, essentially making it 2 shelves,  I guess 3 if you count the floor. And I do and will utilize it as such. Regardless of numbers this produced an instant, needed change and I’m a fan of making the most of the space given. Now comes the walls in the rooms and how to utilize their space in the best possible way, again, my territory. I’ve always wanted corner shelves, and for whatever reason, it’s so hard to find reasonably sized and priced ones. I mean really! Almost every corner in a house is easily wasted space! At this point I am adamant about finding one. Google, Google, click, click. I’m unimpressed. DIY Google, Google, click, click. Ding! James, this could work. 

https://www.lowes.com/creative-ideas/woodworking-and-crafts/corner-shelves/project,

He’s instantly on board. Check the list of materials and search to make sure we can buy them at our local Lowe’s and well, the door size in this tutorial is no longer available in stock, yes they can be a special order, but by then no money is saved, only spent. πŸ’‘James’ thought, “Let me measure those bifold doors we have outside.” Check!! It’s a match! So thank you Habitat for turning our doors away, (imaginary tip of the hat 🎩,) we are instead up-cycling. Our material list has shrunk.Several coats of paint and days later, (everything takes longer to dry out up here, everything!) its time to assemble.  Now to measure off and cut the triangles. In the tutorial it calls for 1 inch blue painters tape, well we have about 3-4 rolls of blue tape all around here and not a one is 1 inch, so we used masking tape, because we have it. Of course its pretty much the same damn color of the painted wood we’re cutting. There is a reason for the blue my friends! James cuts the first and I’m up next. Ummm, slight differential between the color lines aside, my jigsaw skills are dismal. Now kids, safety first. When working with power tools, protective eyewear is a must. I mean, it’s stated in every single handbook and on every supplies list on every project. So here I am, cutting my lines. The first one was ok, like, James went in and shaved off a bit for me, ok πŸ™‚ Then I’m coming in on my second, and well damnit if the sawdust didn’t suddenly amplify. . Eyes full of sawdust are now rinsed out and irritated, I am done cutting. I can clearly use some practice, but for this project, it’s on you babe. You can guess who’s is who’s πŸ˜”I mean, my lines painting, ace! Cutting, needs work. Next step. Build. We have our 4 shelves and our 2 doors. Need to attach the dowel on the one door to screw the other into. We glue the dowel on, drill the pilot holes and proceed to drill in the wood screws. First one, breaks off. WTF? Second one, breaks. Third, yep. Seriously!! Ok. We’d changed drill bits, drills, speeds. Finally figure out, wood screws cant handle the hammer drill. Trial and error doesn’t skip this project. Time to bring out the grinder!!You may have everything on the “supplies needed” list, but there is ALWAYS something else. After years and oh so many projects, its nice to have tools to sometimes pick up that slack or ‘oops’ that is bound to happen. And that bounty adds up after every ‘oops’ you’ve made before. We’ve fixed our current oops and its time to move on. I start drilling new pilot holes, and dagnamnit! I break off the drill bit. Aahh! That bounty we’ve built up has yet again come in handy as we had another drill bit the same size and thank you my Sanity Saint! If James would’ve had to go to the depot there’s a good chance Id’ve broke down in tears. I’m my own worst enemy and quick to blame myself. Sigh of relief. Game back on! Get the right drill setting and screw the doors together as intended. Shelving time. Measure distance. Level and screw. Minimal mishaps, only on the first bottom shelves (the ones I cut) so it’s ok, nothing a little caulk or paint won’t fix. By the end I’d happily (oh hell I did) pat myself on the back with how quick and comfortable I was with the power drill. Repetitive teaching, works for children and me alike. Alas, shelf. 1 of 2 is complete. And by golly this one is fucking awesome by my standards! 

Click on these links to read about aforementioned shitty floor installation and an abundance of painting. 
Home owners or aspirers welcome.

Settling In

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Forks And Ladders

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The house that sooo wasn’t.

2 Dec

Here’s a peach we looked at. A great corner lot, nestled off the road, no through street and no street parking. Surrounded by properties valued well above this listing, meaning instant equity. Beautiful big yard, mostly fenced in, AND it was located on Bing street!! Bing!! The online listing had only exterior house and property pictures. It’s a renter occupied home so getting a tour inside takes a minute to coordinate, you know, to give them time to tidy up. 😬 Well, YAY! We got a viewing !! 


There’s a nice quaint front porch with seating area for your morning coffee. Look, there’s a couch!
Lots of closet space.
Roomy enough bathroom, there’s no tub but that’s ok, it has a nice pedestal sink. Space saver. 
It does have a small laundry room, outside on the side of the garage, complete with water heater and built in shelving, with what appears to be bird seed.
Also, the garage has shelving and was pretty big. My favorite part of this was when our realtor asked the occupants of they knew they had rats, due in part to the bag of garbage on the floor. 
The kitchen may need some work but it has a nice little dining area. I think we could figure out a small 2 seater table.

Not a lot of counter space but hey, I’ve been making it work in the little trailer πŸ‘πŸ»

Like I said, maybe just a little work. 
Well, we talked it over and it has some foundation issues so that was the deal breaker, that and only that πŸ˜‰. Oh well πŸ˜”  

It’s really not all logical.

10 Nov

So this really, kick-me-in-the-crotch-throw-a-fast-ball-at-my-face, happened. A TV celebrity is our next President of the United States. If you’ve never seen the movie Idiocracy, 2006, well, there’s no need now because we are living it. Anything I have to say about this election has been said over and over again. I woke up to the unbelievable truth that this is real. That the people, my/our country, voted in this douche canoe so they can feel better about being racist and sexist and vile and well, you can just set that on repeat, only voted to give themselves a hall pass. Fortunate for me I suppose, is that I don’t know anyone where we are, that I don’t have to go to work and actually face people and see the sad looks on their faces, for it to undoubtedly be a topic of conversation. And then there’s the tables, the customers. It would come up. It is the Breaking News !! story and I’m glad I don’t have to share that “what the fuck did this country just do to us” feeling, or even worse, interact with any person showing happiness over, or admitting that they voted for, this whole debacle. So I’m fortunate enough to avoid sharing the worst tequila hangover this country has had in my lifetime. (No I didn’t drink tequila, but there’s no worse hangover.) For now until shit gets really real and he actually takes office, best of luck to us all.