Carlsbad is Beachy Keen

The Travel Mom went on record on “Good Morning America” to say Carlsbad is one of the top five beach towns in America.

Carlsbad, Calif.

Carlsbad has over five miles of family-friendly beaches that offer the perfect place to cool off. Surfing lessons are abundant, as are the loads of free activities—from jazz concerts in the parks on Friday nights to hiking on the Carlsbad trail system. In addition to the ocean, visitors can play at Legoland or stay at one of my favorite places for the family—La Costa.

I’m sure she meant La Costa Resort and Spa. The term “La Costa” refers to a section in the city of Carlsbad, just like the term “Leucadia” refers to a section of the city of Encinitas.

And speaking of La Costa Resort and Spa, the Acura Classic is about to begin.

In the past, ticketless would-be spectators got free glimpses of beautiful women and their rackets by lining up along a length of chain link fencing on La Costa Avenue that overlooks the Resort and Spa.

If this year’s Fence People can bear to tear their eyes away from Serena and Svetlana, they’ll observe that right behind them is the sliding Marbella condominium complex.

Unfortunately, the people living there may lose everything they own if the condos continue to relocate to La Costa Avenue. The land is moving about an inch a day, pushing the sidewalk up in Carlsbad’s very own version of the first alien scene in War of the Worlds. (Pictures here).

She’s Heather B. Hamilton, Hottie, and I’m Not

I like to read Dooce.com mainly because Heather B. Hamilton is very funny. But I recently discovered how butt-kickingly beautiful she is and now I am overcome with jealousy.

Being chronically constipated has done wonders for that girl’s skin. Or maybe she’d be even prettier if she wasn’t constipated, and being constipated is just God’s way of evening out the playing field for the rest of us.

Is it my imagination, or do young moms nowadays look better than young moms fifteen years ago? Heck, when I was thirty I looked more like Heather’s dog than Heather.

(We won’t be going into how I look now. Suffice to say teenagers = tanning beds in the wide spectrum of wrinkle inducers.)

UPDATED to bring attention to the slow decline of my brain. Heather B. Hamilton is married to Jon Armstrong, making her Heather B. ARMSTRONG, as it says on her site.

Potties

There’s an interesting discussion going on below Nuclear Moose Candy’s rant on the indignities of single-ply. Lorelle’s comment reminds me of a photo I took to show Hubby why I don’t like the beach at Oceanside Harbor.

Picture of Oceanside Harbor beach toiletI mean, look at this thing. You know it’s going to be COLD. You know you don’t want to be sitting on this even with an inch-thick layer of tissue lining the seat. Holy stainless steel, Batman.

In the mornings at least, these thrones are clean, hosed out by the hard-working Harbor staff and loaded with the biggest dang roll of single-ply you’ve ever seen, about a yard in diameter (Moose would love it).

But by the time lunch is over, all the TP is gone, the trash cans and at least one of the toilets is overflowing, and unless you’ve brought some backup paper, you’re in trouble.

I’ve seen people at Oceanside Beach leaving the restroom with newsprint on their back thighs, and I salute them.

We’re All Londoners Today

Lots of prayers being sent up today around the world on behalf of London’s citizens. Words can’t adequately express the sadness.