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Beach Baby
We're both comfortable and good at what we do, and since women don't seem to show much interest in either of us we've got plenty of money to eat and drink what we like and do just about anything else we wish love this— April 17, 2012 6:03 p.m.
Batteries R Us
Mindy- without technology we'd be writing to ourselves! Do hate to pay for batteries, toilet paper, trash bags, bras, new roofs, leaky plumbing though :)— April 15, 2012 5:04 p.m.
A Dishwasher's Thoughts
the neighborhood bloggers are a very supportive community of people that see the world as it is, at the moment it is. authenticity is the baseline. most of the time keeps me on task!— April 15, 2012 9:45 a.m.
A Dishwasher's Thoughts
Your story gave me lots of memories of my visits to baja in my younger days, and the stress you describe hit me hard when I returned from five years in Australia back in the mid 90s. I felt like I was going to die if I didn't get out of here. Everyone was so angry and so impatient. It really struck me after being away. I walked into AAA to sign up for roadside assistance. I saw a sign that said information and headed right for it. I never saw the line of people on my right. As I approached the desk, several people started yelling at me, almost causing me to cry I felt so bad. It was a hot day, and the line was long. It was awful. I wanted to go back to Oz, and get the heck outa here. Ah if life were that simple. I chat with many of the street people on my way to and from work. One is turning 66 next week, and lives on the streets, but always goes out of his way to say howdy to me. Another is an artist, and a musician, and we sometimes pass each other at both ends of the day. I can't pretend I know what it is like to live on minimum wage, or to have to cross the border every day to get to work. I know I could do it, but not voluntarily. I've been blessed with a family, an education and an adventurous spirit. Enough of this rambling. Anyway, enjoyed your story Now I get angry, must be something in the air. That's why I travel- need to air my head out in a place where people are grateful for simple things, where a community is truly a community.— April 14, 2012 8:45 p.m.
Found on Quince and Ninth
OMG I read this this morning at bfast and I was right there with you. He will be adopted, i just know it, and find a loving home. I have two rescues, one found up north and never claimed, ended up as a second chance dog at Helen Woodward, the other from Escondido Humane Society found on the streets. Both had been loved and trained. Several years ago, there was a darling dashound mix from baja up for adoption outside my dog wash. I was obsessed with her, and stood outside trying to find the dog wash owner so I could take her home (what was I thinking) and finally gave up. As I drove off, i calmed myself by saying you don't need three dogs. And moved on. Then within two weeks, had a business lunch with a lady from a local TV station that I had never met before. We discovered our love for the pups during lunch, and it turns out that SHE had adopted that same dog from the dog wash. Every time I see her I ask about MY dog! You did the right thing. But it's hard to let them go.— April 14, 2012 8:18 p.m.
since day one
lovely— April 14, 2012 8:06 p.m.
OASIS MULEGÉ : a poem cycle
Always wanted to go to mulege. thanks for taking me there.— April 14, 2012 8:02 p.m.
Boat Boy
Thx mindy!— April 9, 2012 6:08 p.m.
thursday's kind clock
Never visit Ikea on a Sunday at noon. Panic attack, heart racing, get me the hell outa there. Lovely thoughts. At this point in my life, most parties are over rated. I prefer the calm, the sound of the birds singing, and a sunny day— April 7, 2012 6:05 p.m.
Please God Give Me a Poet Like Pablo Neruda/Edited
3 very talented poets. made me smile. quillpena comment made me laugh out loud :)— April 7, 2012 6 p.m.