Day 7: Fitzgerald Delzell, the movie star

My cat has recently been hired as a stunt cat for the movie industry. 

What movies need a stunt cat, you ask? 

Any movie starring Kevin James with a super hot wife he’s sick of.


I’ll miss him, but I’m proud that he’s following his dream to be an actor. He’s never liked sitting behind a desk. 

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Vacation without all the hotels

I’ve been on vacation since last Thursday. Now I see why people desperately need to be void of responsibility for brief periods of time. Let’s take a snapshot of my life right now so you can get real jealous.

WHO: my parents, some friends from high school, my cat, my cat’s favorite new toy, and me

 My dad and his friend Lenora (not my mother) who will dance with him

High school friend Mikal’s parents run the pickle booth that we worked last weekend. 

WHAT: the best several days ever, because I literally have done nothing of importance with the exception of paying a toll from when I recently crossed the Golden Gate Bridge. (Ps, did you know that it costs $7? Now there’s a #TrollToll.) I “worked” at Stagecoach country music festival, then went to Disneyland, then relaxed in the pool and watched Seinfeld reruns and went shopping at the best outlets near my parents’ place. Deals like WOAH. I got a pair of Joe’s Jeans that fit perfectly for VERY LITTLE MONEY. Bow down.

The only picture we took at Disneyland, because I have a million in front of the castle from yesteryear.  

For some reason I was genuinely terrified of Splash Mountain even though I can keep my eyes open and hands up on that massive California Screamin’ roller coaster they have. 

WHEN: Over a week, before I start my new job on Monday. Seriously excited.

He’s the most perfect specimen, and he loooooves his toys.  
WHERE: where not? The Palm Desert area, Disneyland, up and down California in my Ford Focus. (Try not to be jealous of my sweet ride.)

Gorgeous sunset in the desert during Stagecoach.  

This is Eric Burdon and a couple of the Animals. Totally killed “House of the Rising Sun.” Such a bucket list moment. 

This has been the best and most refreshing few days of my life. Something about being with your folks and just living life with no commitments has been the most restful time. I highly recommend booking a few weeks between the end of one job and the start of another — completely worth it.
The one thing lacking? Exercise. I have walked a TON but no running, no spinning, no barre/yoga/whatever. It’s just so hot and I don’t belong to a gym. But I have a half marathon, uh, next weekend. Straight up yikes.
I really want to join Equinox. It’s just SO EXPENSIVE. But I think it might be worth it, because I like to work out early and then shower and get ready at the gym before going to work.
Who has an Equinox membership? Is it worth it? What should I know?

Do you normally take a break between jobs?

What do you recommend to rejuvenate before going back to work?

Seeing clearly, and why to order dessert

Finally, after months/years(/days if you’re lucky) of questioning yourself and your life choices and the “why” of everything in your present state in life, BAM, it finally becomes clear to you. Or rather, you feel the absolute peace that you haven’t felt in a long time.

Have you ever experienced that phenomenon of utter and absolute peace after inner turmoil? (I’m speaking dramatically, but it kind of is inherently dramatic.) This week as been filled with relief and relaxation. Nothing was really wrong, per se, but I wasn’t settled.


You see, I’m a person who needs to live passionately or not at all, and I obviously am going to keep on living. If I don’t have that fire in me, I earnestly cannot be motivated by anything else. No, I’m not talking about a relationship — in a relationship, you have ups and downs but ultimately either remain together or don’t, and it’s not realistic to expect total passion all the time — and I’m not talking about a need to always be excited and then leaving any commitment/team/situation when you get bored.


I mean, if you are committing your blood/sweat/tears to something, you need to BELIEVE in that something. If you don’t, then you’re just sweating and bleeding and crying. Would you ever train for a marathon without WANTING to do one? Didn’t think so.

I’m speaking cryptically right now, but my soul is so light and refreshed that I can’t form the words to be specific. I will, though. I will.


In other news, just a quick casual drive down to Capitola for lunch today:



Salmon with fresh veggies and skin-on garlic mashed potatoes. Healthy and also not!



YEAH, that’s just fried cheesecake and caramel. No, I didn’t go running today. Don’t worry about it.

My cat, Fitzgerald, had to go to the vet today. He was vomiting and had some pretty disastrous bathroom stuff going on in the back. Turns out that he has no qualms exploring a new space.

He’s now the proud owner of a shaved tushie (the word “tush”/ “tushie” always reminds me of Cory Mathews in Boy Meets World. Anyone else?) and a bunch of anti-flea/worm medication. Pray for him! His white blood cells are off the churts. (I’m filled with Jean Ralphio quotes, by the way. All you Parks & Rec fans bow down!)


Anyone out there with those big “a-ha!” moments of clarity?


Cat owners: I need some tips for preventing fleas going forward!