The Yellow Deli

How is it that I have lived most of my life in San Diego and still know close to nothing about it? Today's exciting venture: The Yellow Deli. Granted this place has only been open for two years, but it was the area around it that I have never seen before. Right off the Vista Village Dr. exit, where the Krikorian Theater is, among other shops, there is this quaint peaceful hippie little area where this deli sits next to a small thrift store and a beading/fabric store that I also need to add to the list of future ventures. (The only time I remember going on Vista Village Drive was to visit Oscar at his "summer camp" aka jail.)

The only description I could think of is "Harry Potter meets Woodstock." Online, Christine found a Lord of the Rings reference that she thought was funny, which I am sure it is, but I have not seen the films.

This place is open Sunday afternoon all the way to Friday at 3pm, all 24 hours. So that is exciting. The food is all home made and they use fresh produce and all that junk. The drinks they also make themselves. AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE THEY MADE THEMSELVES? THE ENTIRE BUILDING!! All the chairs, the wood, the steel!! I am in awe. When I looked at the menu, my mind immediately went to Charlavail because it looks like something she would enjoy. They only have about 8 locations, two of which are in California -- and the California locations are in Vista and Valley Center! Take that LA and San Francisco! Hesse and I have a friend-date there soon.

Christine has an iPhone now so I get to instagram on the go heh heh heh.

film spam

We fed ducks before work that day

Jimbo's salad bar for lunch. So tasty.

My kids wearing our food truck's shirt :)

OUR FOOD TRUCK!!!

Shoobie working at Jimbo's. (My pal Robert.)

A welcome home celebration before his deployment to Afghanistan. Miss you Gadiel.

Caramel apples :)

Cavin looking sharp for New Years Eve!

I really don't know what I was thinking asking David to take a picture of us girls...

Dinosaur slippers from The Children's Place

It rained before. So foreign to me now </3

Stone Brewery tour

Stone Brewery tour

Honda turtle. Christine's car broke down this day. This was my entertainment while we waited for AAA to come to the rescue (which it did but couldn't do anything about it.)

Favorite uncle/person ever, plus my "brother" :3

Nada Surf

Excerpt from my livejournal two nights ago:

I forget I have this to be honest.
Living back in San Diego after four years is a trip.
You still feel the same feelings.
You still see the same people.
But there is so much in between the gap of 18 year old me and 22 year old me that hardly anything is actually the same.

Last night was Miguel's last night home (I had no idea he'd been here nearly 5 days) and they had jam sessions. It made me feel strangely, that people could think of lyrics right on the spot.
Of course they looked to me but I said nothing.
There was so much happening in my mind. So much feeling I've put off feeling, just to search for a cliche of a lyric, to say anything just to join them.

Nobody changes but nobody is ever the same either, how is it that you can have both?

Before I went to bed, I played Damien Rice and started forming lyrics but rather just sang one of his songs. "Cheers, Darling"... How do people feel so much with so little words?
In my head I relive those things I tried to get over, but perhaps I just suppressed them. Maybe that is my form of "dealing" with situations I don't want to deal with. How do you "deal" with things that you have no control over?

I have no idea where I'm going with this.

Cheers, darling...


Today Zenia came to visit me from LA and she brought special baked good treats and everything was wonderful. I need to learn more about San Diego, I find it very strange that I know so little about a place I've been for roughly my entire life. Thank you smart phones.

Thrifting was a semi bust. Purse and camera for $6 and then Japanese barbecue. Then Fashion Valley and then cupcakes and lattes.

And nearly dying on the car ride home due to fog that came out of nowhere!!!!! What in the world. So we are back at my house and she is on the longer couch and we finished watching Louis CK's stand up which was hilaaaarious!

New Years Eve. What will you be doing? What do you wish you'll be doing? I know where I'll be...but more importantly where I wish I was.

nueve meses

In the amount of time it takes for new life to begin, I'm still trying to forget the one that existed before this. The one I knew every day for three years. And all the miles and seconds in the world that pass by can't erase each now meaningless memory. Truth be told I found a home in you, and perhaps I should be grateful for that. I read a novel about a girl in hell who said her handicap was thinking. Well, then I suppose mine is feeling.

I think I've been fooling myself by saying it hasn't gotten easier. It obviously has. Some days I forget it ever happened. But then there are those days. Those days like today where the universe decides it is time to relive it, and remember each instance that brought me to where I am today. I can picture every last memory that I wish I never had, and it consumes me so much sometimes that it gets hard to breathe.

And then I get a butt-dial and I am so entirely grateful that I can forget for only a moment that I was ever hurt.

(It is freezing. I ate soup earlier. I burnt my tongue. Soup is so delicious.)
(Some of the most foul things I've ever heard have come from my stepdad's mouth when he's playing Madden alone in his upstairs bedroom.)

Pixlr

HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEN

Christine pondering the Lego creation at Barnes & Noble

Christmas lights by my house

Dentist appointment

Famiry

So my family decided to make a facebook group dedicated entirely to our family. Every day (it's only been up less than a week, but some of these people live on facebook and are completely utilizing this annoying feature on this damn social network website clogging my feed with memories from their childhood that they ALREADY talk about in real life all the time).. As I was saying, every day someone posts a topic for everyone to comment on and give their take. I try to avoid this page at all costs. But these notifications get sent to my cell phone!!

Today was about me. FYI, my middle name is Farr but it is pronounced Fa and that is the name that my entire family calls me by. (Christmas sucks with "Deck the Halls.")

Here's a little taste of me, the way my family views me:

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I, apparently, am a hateful little thing. Who bites people.

Can I just take a second to defend myself? My sister and I were fighting that day and she was digging her nails into my arm and I couldn't do much but do what I did. Ugh.

This does not do much defending.

I am ashamed.

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No I'm not.