from dot.comments in Star Magazine:
"Angelina Pregnant!
She and Brad do make beautiful babies. Just pick a normal name this time, please!
--lu'shauntae"
my thoughts:
a- this chick hates her weird name and feels bad for Knox, Vivienne, Shiloh, Pax, Zahara, and Maddox
b- this chick made up the name "lu'shauntae" to make a point
c- this chick does not get the irony of her comment
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
No, I don't have anything to declare.
Decided to drive to Campo yesterday to see the old Stone Store that I remember visiting as a kid. Was excited to see parts of rural San Diego that I have either never seen or have not seen in a long time. Drove down Avocado Blvd and stopped at Mickey D's for a healthy snack of large diet Coke and medium fries. Made my way to 94 East and looked at the Sweetwater Bridge, reminiscing about driving on it with my dad when I was little. Drove through Jamul, agreeing with the "No Casino in Jamul" signs. It's kind of a small place for a casino. Saw a mom horse in a field with 2 babies. Made my way up and down hills behind a slow driver for a bit but remained patient and calm as I was not in a big hurry. Drove through Dulzura and wondered what people do who live so far out.
Kept going and started to hit the curvy roads that I had no recollection of as it had been years since I was out this far on 94. Started to feel a bit car sick, even as the driver. Felt a bit cautious driving on the downhills. Eventually get to Potrero and see lots of motorcycles stopped at the Potrero store. Keep driving and a couple miles down the road, see many motorcycles coming up behind me. Then witness aurally and visually these motorcycles whiz loudly past me on the left, causing me to drive halfway in the emergency lane because I am sure one of them will hit me and die. Actually witness one pass a truck who is passing a car in the opposite lane and tensely wait for the accident to occur, as the cyclist passes the truck in the opposite lane's emergency lane! Yikes, those guys a nuts! Breathe a small sigh of relief as they fly down and then up a straightway.
Finally make it to Campo; park at the little store and video with my camera a train with an engine and two passenger cars go past. They are part of the railway museum up the road. Walk across top the Stone Store and take some pix outside then pay the $2 adult donation to the guy inside the store (which is now a museum). Look around for a few minutes then go upstairs to the military museum. They run a video about 100 years of history in Campo, including commentary from a Kumeyaay Indian and information on the Gaskill brothers (who built the store) and the men who started the San Diego-Arizona train line. Take a few more pictures, then go back to the car and drive over to the train museum. It's closed for train rides but I take pictures of the stuff outside- not super exciting. Decide to head back home; briefly consider going towards Interstate 8 but then remember that I want to hit the junction of 94 and 188 to go the 2 miles to Tecate, just to see Mexico from my side of the border. Head back and stop in Potrero at the store, where I see a horse tied to a post next to cars and motorcycles. Take some pictures and buy (and subsequently eat) a Choco Taco. Mmmmmmmmmmm!
Get to the junction and make the turn. I can see Mexico and am surprised that there are so many houses and buildings. I have only been to Tecate once and it was a very brief and close-to-the-border visit. Keep driving and quickly see signs that the border is close, that firearms are illegal, and that Subway is up ahead. Start to realize that I am nearing the gates and try to pull into the parking lot of the mini mall where Subway is to turn around as I have absolutely no intention of going into Mexico, at all, especially by myself. Cannot turn into the parking lot as a car is in my way so I proceed to the border and look behind me to see if I can make a u-turn and go back north- nope, it's a one way street. Shit! So I retardedly drive into Mexico and pull into a parking spot next to 3 Mexican border agents. Ask them how I get back into the United States- can I just turn around? But of course not, Hilary, you idiot! I have to go 3 blocks east, then turn left at a light, and go back across from there. Jesus Christ, I am scared! I make sure my doors are locked and my windows up. I feel partly bad for expecting something to happen but then I again I don't. I go down a little street and find the signal. Encounter traffic rules I am not familiar with, like intersections with no stop (ALTO) signs, just people trusting that it is my turn or their turn or the other guy's turn. I make my way to the light and turn left and find my way into the "go back to the USA line".
It's a semi-long line and I feel apprehensive as I have absolutely no idea how long it will take to get to the checkpoint that I cannot even see from where I am. There are street vendors asking if I want agua, tamales, pistachios, newspapers. If I make eye contact, I politely shake my head; if I try to focus elsewhere, trying to AVOID eye contact, they stand at my window so that I eventually have to make eye contact and do my polite "no thanks" head movement. As I sit in the slowly moving (at least it is moving) line, I notice the "fence" that is supposed to keep illegals out of the USA. I realize I could climb it (it's not chainlink but one of those corrugated-looking pieces of metal where the corrugations are like little steps). It is covered in graffiti and stickers for skateboarding and music and with advertisements. I am still feeling a bit anxious but the line is moving steadily and I finally make it to the actual border crossing, about 40 minutes after getting in line. There are cameras and signs and lights; I wait my turn while the border agents change shifts. The woman finally waves me forward and I roll down my window, driver's license and Social Security card ready.
She asks me what I am doing in Mexico and do I have my birth certificate. I explain that I made a wrong turn and that, No, I do not have my birth certificate. She asks what I mean about making a wrong turn. I explain that I did not mean to drive across the border. She looks at me a little funny and asks me if I come to Mexico often and I say I have not been in a long time and that I just made a mistake and want to get back into the United States. She asks what I am doing all the way out by Tecate and I tell her I went to Campo. This seems to alleviate some of her suspicion and when she asks me if I am bringing anything back with me from Mexico, I tell her, "Just myself." She gives me my license back and hands me a flyer stating the new rules for travelers to Mexico starting June 1st. She asks if I know how to get out and I say, "Just follow the signs?" She smiles and says to turn right when I get out and I point left and she says "No. right" and I reply, "Go north" and she says, "Yes", with another small smile. I get the hell out of there and drive home with an anxiety-caused lump in my throat and a vague feeling of fatigue. I stop at the Sweetwater Bridge to take some pictures, make my way to the Rancho San Diego Target, spend $80 on stuff I need and stuff I don't, stop by Panda Express for dinner, then get home.
I feel like I had an adventure. I feel like an idiot. I feel tired. I see news stories on TV about several dozen cases of swine flu in Mexico. I see a commercial for ID cards that get you into Mexico. I tell my dad this story and he says, "Hilary!" Next week I think I'll visit San Ysidro!!
Kept going and started to hit the curvy roads that I had no recollection of as it had been years since I was out this far on 94. Started to feel a bit car sick, even as the driver. Felt a bit cautious driving on the downhills. Eventually get to Potrero and see lots of motorcycles stopped at the Potrero store. Keep driving and a couple miles down the road, see many motorcycles coming up behind me. Then witness aurally and visually these motorcycles whiz loudly past me on the left, causing me to drive halfway in the emergency lane because I am sure one of them will hit me and die. Actually witness one pass a truck who is passing a car in the opposite lane and tensely wait for the accident to occur, as the cyclist passes the truck in the opposite lane's emergency lane! Yikes, those guys a nuts! Breathe a small sigh of relief as they fly down and then up a straightway.
Finally make it to Campo; park at the little store and video with my camera a train with an engine and two passenger cars go past. They are part of the railway museum up the road. Walk across top the Stone Store and take some pix outside then pay the $2 adult donation to the guy inside the store (which is now a museum). Look around for a few minutes then go upstairs to the military museum. They run a video about 100 years of history in Campo, including commentary from a Kumeyaay Indian and information on the Gaskill brothers (who built the store) and the men who started the San Diego-Arizona train line. Take a few more pictures, then go back to the car and drive over to the train museum. It's closed for train rides but I take pictures of the stuff outside- not super exciting. Decide to head back home; briefly consider going towards Interstate 8 but then remember that I want to hit the junction of 94 and 188 to go the 2 miles to Tecate, just to see Mexico from my side of the border. Head back and stop in Potrero at the store, where I see a horse tied to a post next to cars and motorcycles. Take some pictures and buy (and subsequently eat) a Choco Taco. Mmmmmmmmmmm!
Get to the junction and make the turn. I can see Mexico and am surprised that there are so many houses and buildings. I have only been to Tecate once and it was a very brief and close-to-the-border visit. Keep driving and quickly see signs that the border is close, that firearms are illegal, and that Subway is up ahead. Start to realize that I am nearing the gates and try to pull into the parking lot of the mini mall where Subway is to turn around as I have absolutely no intention of going into Mexico, at all, especially by myself. Cannot turn into the parking lot as a car is in my way so I proceed to the border and look behind me to see if I can make a u-turn and go back north- nope, it's a one way street. Shit! So I retardedly drive into Mexico and pull into a parking spot next to 3 Mexican border agents. Ask them how I get back into the United States- can I just turn around? But of course not, Hilary, you idiot! I have to go 3 blocks east, then turn left at a light, and go back across from there. Jesus Christ, I am scared! I make sure my doors are locked and my windows up. I feel partly bad for expecting something to happen but then I again I don't. I go down a little street and find the signal. Encounter traffic rules I am not familiar with, like intersections with no stop (ALTO) signs, just people trusting that it is my turn or their turn or the other guy's turn. I make my way to the light and turn left and find my way into the "go back to the USA line".
It's a semi-long line and I feel apprehensive as I have absolutely no idea how long it will take to get to the checkpoint that I cannot even see from where I am. There are street vendors asking if I want agua, tamales, pistachios, newspapers. If I make eye contact, I politely shake my head; if I try to focus elsewhere, trying to AVOID eye contact, they stand at my window so that I eventually have to make eye contact and do my polite "no thanks" head movement. As I sit in the slowly moving (at least it is moving) line, I notice the "fence" that is supposed to keep illegals out of the USA. I realize I could climb it (it's not chainlink but one of those corrugated-looking pieces of metal where the corrugations are like little steps). It is covered in graffiti and stickers for skateboarding and music and with advertisements. I am still feeling a bit anxious but the line is moving steadily and I finally make it to the actual border crossing, about 40 minutes after getting in line. There are cameras and signs and lights; I wait my turn while the border agents change shifts. The woman finally waves me forward and I roll down my window, driver's license and Social Security card ready.
She asks me what I am doing in Mexico and do I have my birth certificate. I explain that I made a wrong turn and that, No, I do not have my birth certificate. She asks what I mean about making a wrong turn. I explain that I did not mean to drive across the border. She looks at me a little funny and asks me if I come to Mexico often and I say I have not been in a long time and that I just made a mistake and want to get back into the United States. She asks what I am doing all the way out by Tecate and I tell her I went to Campo. This seems to alleviate some of her suspicion and when she asks me if I am bringing anything back with me from Mexico, I tell her, "Just myself." She gives me my license back and hands me a flyer stating the new rules for travelers to Mexico starting June 1st. She asks if I know how to get out and I say, "Just follow the signs?" She smiles and says to turn right when I get out and I point left and she says "No. right" and I reply, "Go north" and she says, "Yes", with another small smile. I get the hell out of there and drive home with an anxiety-caused lump in my throat and a vague feeling of fatigue. I stop at the Sweetwater Bridge to take some pictures, make my way to the Rancho San Diego Target, spend $80 on stuff I need and stuff I don't, stop by Panda Express for dinner, then get home.
I feel like I had an adventure. I feel like an idiot. I feel tired. I see news stories on TV about several dozen cases of swine flu in Mexico. I see a commercial for ID cards that get you into Mexico. I tell my dad this story and he says, "Hilary!" Next week I think I'll visit San Ysidro!!
Monday, April 20, 2009
random thoughts
I have random thoughts. I have been told many times that I am weird when I tell other people my random thoughts. Well, you know what? I don't care!
*I once wondered, while sitting in Qualcomm Stadium during a Padre game, how many people in the stands had only one kidney.
*I wondered at work the other day, as I was walking through several sets of doors, in place to keep the little animals from escaping, if anyone at my work will ever develop a repetetive motion injury from all the door openings that occur on a daily basis.
*I realized, on another day at work, that I have become so accustomed to the sound of clicking mice at computers, that I must have heard this sound millions of times, but less than 20 years ago, I had never heard the sound.
*I realize that at pretty much any moment during my day, someone dies.
*I find it amazing that since 1994, I have witnessed and helped with thousands of dog, cat, and rabbit castrations and ovariohysterectomies.
*I find it strange that I was able to, with almost zero fear, swim 1 mile in the ocean for the triathlon but was afraid to go out far enough the next day to do quality snorkeling.
*I believe that there is someone in the world that looks exactly like me.
*I recently came to the realization that by the year 2100, I will be dead and the world will continue, not in the sense that it can't run without me (because this clearly is not the case), but in the sense that I really don't matter in the huge scheme of things.
Okay, enough randomness for 1 day- until next time...
*I once wondered, while sitting in Qualcomm Stadium during a Padre game, how many people in the stands had only one kidney.
*I wondered at work the other day, as I was walking through several sets of doors, in place to keep the little animals from escaping, if anyone at my work will ever develop a repetetive motion injury from all the door openings that occur on a daily basis.
*I realized, on another day at work, that I have become so accustomed to the sound of clicking mice at computers, that I must have heard this sound millions of times, but less than 20 years ago, I had never heard the sound.
*I realize that at pretty much any moment during my day, someone dies.
*I find it amazing that since 1994, I have witnessed and helped with thousands of dog, cat, and rabbit castrations and ovariohysterectomies.
*I find it strange that I was able to, with almost zero fear, swim 1 mile in the ocean for the triathlon but was afraid to go out far enough the next day to do quality snorkeling.
*I believe that there is someone in the world that looks exactly like me.
*I recently came to the realization that by the year 2100, I will be dead and the world will continue, not in the sense that it can't run without me (because this clearly is not the case), but in the sense that I really don't matter in the huge scheme of things.
Okay, enough randomness for 1 day- until next time...
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Heeeeeerrrrrrreeeeee'ssssss Hilary!!
Yo Yo Yo, Hildot in da house!!! I have decided to start a blog... I don't know how often I will write but I plan on it being often. I always feel like I have things to say but only say them to myself and then they are gone. Sometimes I rant, sometimes I am witty, and sometimes I am inappropriate (okay, more than sometimes). Anyways, welcome; I hope I get some readers and if not, at least I won't be talking to myself as much...haha. TTFN...hilary
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