There is only one downside that I can see about moving from Boston to San Diego. (we’re not, I’m just fantasizing)
San Diego does not have an NHL team.
There’s the LA Kings and the Anaheim Ducks. I expect I would follow the Kings for my local NHL fix, although Ducks games would be slightly closer to home.
I’d still be a Bruins fan, of course. I mean… duh!
27 Reasons San Diego Just Might Be Heaven On Earth
My beautiful Jen just sent me this link. There is nothing on this Earth that I would like more than to pack up the wife and the step kids and make our way over to San Diego right now.
Like really, right now. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. Right now.
Does anyone out there in internet land know what this US Navy plane is called? The Air Force version is called AWACS, but I can’t remember what the Navy version is called.
Spring started yesterday.
Today is the first full day of Spring, and the first day that isn’t even a little bit in the Winter season.
The forecast for this coming Wednesday calls for a blizzard.
Even when it’s not Winter, I hate Winter.
It is definitely time to move to San Diego.
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This is probably getting repetitive, but I am so damn sick of winter… and it hasn’t even started yet.
I am not joking in the least when I tell you that the traffic on route 128 North tonight was moving just as slow as it moved during the snow storm last night.
Are you kidding me?
San Diego, here we come!
It has been decided. We are moving to San Diego so that I can fulfill my lifelong dream of being a busker on Mission Beach. We have rented a beach front condo with 100% glass walls facing West. My beloved Jennifer has been offered a position as CTO of both Google and Apple. She will run both companies remotely from a home office with an ocean view. The kids, while only aged 12 and 10 have been given full scholarships to the University of California, San Diego. True they will be 10 years younger than their classmates, but the university has assured us that they are also at least 10 times smarter and 10 times more mature than the rest of the student body, so there will be no issues for them.
As for me, I’m just going to sit on the beach with my sweet new 12-string and play old blues tunes. I won’t even ask for money. After hitting the Powerball last week I don’t need it.
I’m living the dream!
At least I was until I woke up. You mean I have to go to work tomorrow?
Ah, crud!
Two years ago today, we were at the San Diego Zoo.
How about we go back there, right now?
ADDENDUM:
Actually, we were in the San Diego Zoo two years ago yesterday. Two years ago today we were in Balboa Park. I still want to go back right now though.
Happy First Day of Summer, everyone!
Let’s all go jump in the ocean to celebrate!
Spring is so close I can feel it. It’s almost here. It is less than a week away. Next Wednesday, 3/20/13 (or 20/3/13 if you don’t live in the United States. I’m an international kinda guy, ya know?) marks the start of Spring and more importantly, the end of the friggin’ winter. I hate winter. I love Spring.
I am 21 minutes away from starting work for the day and I’m going to be swamped all day. Add that to the impending Spring kick off and it gets me thinking about weekend get aways. We are already hoping to go to Quebec on a long trip, and possibly back to San Diego (I’m getting low on vacation time!) but what about quick, relatively local get aways. That’s what I’m dreaming about this morning.
Places like Lake Winnipesaukee…
Or Bar Harbor…
Or Lake George… okay, that requires more than a weekend, but still…
I do so very much love the Spring time.
We just watched a travel channel show detailing the best aspects of life in San Diego, CA.
Apart from constantly pointing at the screen and saying, “we were there” it has seriously wound up our desire to go back and then never leave.
If it is possible for a metropolitan area with a population of over a million people to be paradise, then San Diego is it.
My wife and I absolutely love it there and we can’t wait to go back.
Inside the Red Head's Head 