Reasons to come to LA

People wearing swimsuits...in November
FROOGAL: as a personalized license plate...on a BMW 740

Cirque de Sole cast members practicing...on the local pier

Rolling blackouts...that are planned

Cupcake Shops...on every street

Commercials being filmed...on your street (for Match and Flowers.com none the less)

Eco Friendly Taxis...has to be the new fad
The best Pirate's Booty from Trader Joe's
Botox on the Beach - a real store on the Venice Boardwalk
Blue Skies everyday
Disneyland
The Price is Right
and....




ME!

Come already!!! Did I mention I have two couches and a great karaoke bar down the street??

xoxo Babs!

Happy Birthday Rosemary!

Happy 26th Birthday Rosemary! Remember your 21st? I do! I think it ended with us dragging you up the lawn of your house junior year in Austin. Hope that made you smile!

Love,

Babs

Pritchett Puppies

Sydney just finished her second week at Rover Oaks. She goes once a week and from her report card you can tell she must love it!

For those of you who have not met Sydney let me give you a little recap. She was picked out and purchased by Roxy and I a couple of months before we embarked on our California adventure. We picked out the cutest puppy we could find. We even picked her despite the fact that she was located in Arizona. But how could you resist this face?!?

Even though she is grown up now, she is the best puppy ever! I was originally very worried about being responsible for picking out a new dog seeing that

the dog I rescued in fourth grade (RIP Maddie) was not the nicest, per say. While she loved our family, she hated our friends, other dogs, and the mailman to say the least. Rosemary, who claims "tamed Maddie" could only buy Maddie's affection with treats and human food. Well, with Sydney, faith in my animal selection is been re-born! After her second week at doggie day care she came home with a stellar report card. No time-outs to report here!

Maddie on the other hand would probably have only lasted one day, if that, at doggie day care. I imagine her report card to come home tied around her neck looking something like the one to the right with a note attached to the back saying "Unfortunately Maddie has been banned for life. I repeat, she is no longer allowed at Rover Oaks. She made no dog friends and attempted to attack each and everyone of them. She was in timeout for most of the day. Please look for the legal bills in the mail.".

Well it is what is is. But look at the bright side, now we are not only blessed with a friendly, playful, loving dog with friends, but so are the Longhorns! She is their newest Number 1 Fan! So while Maddie plays with all her friends up in Heaven, Sydney is left to rule the playground of Rover Oaks and cheer on the horns!

xoxo, Babs

YOU Learn How to Park: Part 2

Speaking of notes on a car Rosemary, I have to tell you that I come home every night and in my already too skinny of an alley try and pull into my parking space without dinging my car. Any passer-byer would think that Austin Powers himself had taught me how to park. Yes, they automatically would think that I had no clue what I was doing. I am almost positive that they would lay LESS THAN ZERO blame on the BIG FAT WHITE TRUCK that makes a spot by parallel parking behind my spot, much less even notice it or the street parking permit it has hanging from the rear view mirror.

Well not me, this truck has been paralleling in the alley behind my spot for a while now with their street parking permit just dangling in my face! So last Sunday after a long Halloween night out, I had had enough! I squeezed my car from the alley into the garage almost hitting the truck, the wall, the trash can...everything, you name it, and decided to do something about it. I took out a receipt I had on the floor of my car and scribbled in black (not red and certainly in not any type of girly scrip) the following:

"Please go park in the street. I cannot get my car in and out of my parking spot with you here. Thank you."

AND most importantly signed my name and phone number. I was certainly not going to be a coward! One could say I was a bit cowardly in the sense that what I really wanted to say was:

"Stupid Truck go park in the street where you belong. Or in Texas for all I care. You already have a two car garage filled with CRAP. So stop taking up more than your fair share and park where you're supposed to Ass $#&@"

While I didn't get a response or a phone call, I did get the truck to move for a couple of days at least. It hasn't been there so we'll see how long it lasts. My next note won't be so nice. maybe something along the lines of:

"You belong in Texas with squiggly writing girl friend on the 8th floor of Roesmary's parking garage. Beat it!"

xoxo
Babs

YOU learn how to park

I received a note on my windshield yesterday in red girly handwriting that went like this:

"You HIT my car - THANK YOU! Learn how to park!"

It took me a second to realize this was not penned by a pranking coworker of mine, and that there was an angry, passive aggressive tenant of the 8th floor parking garage that actually thought I hit her car. Let me tell you what's wrong with this:

1. I did not hit anyone's car.
2. If I did jack up your car, do you think I would still be parked next to it? What kind of idiot do you take me for? If I hit your car I would have reversed that puppy as fast as I could and parked on a different floor (after leaving a note with my information, of course).
3. Ma'am (and I know it's a girl because of the handwriting and the "snap-in-a-Z-formation" attitude) if you were really so bothered by this, why wouldn't you identify yourself? Leave a name, number, license plate, hair color - something that would point me in the right direction to start the process of getting each other's information, exchanging insurance, etc. This intentional lack of identification shows me that a) you are a yellow bellied coward and b) you are not 100% positive that it was I who hit your car. In fact you probably just had a crappy day, saw a dent in your '98 Ford Taurus and decided to take it out in a non-confrontational note.
4. Bitch, YOU learn how to drive. You probably hit MY car.

Anyway, I've gotten it out and I'm over it. For a while I thought about printing out about 100 copies of something of this nature and leaving it on every windshield on the 8th floor, but seeing as that would not only go against my "green" nature, it might also ruin someone else's day, I decided against it.

Well, I'm off for the weekend! I'll be getting in my car in a few moments - hopefully no notes this time...

πολλή αγάπη

Rosemary

By Request

Until I can tackle Wendy's karaoke request list below y'all will have to settle for little miss Miley Cyrus's new hit "Party in the USA" and JoDee Massina's oldie but goodie "Heads Carolina Tails California". (video credit Air Mattress Living)






As for knockng requests off Wendy's list, I imagine that will start this Thanksgiving Break. Yep that's right, I get a Thanksgiving break. Don't be jelous, but just like back in school when we all loaded our cars up and drove home for Thanksgiving Break, I get to pack my bags and board a plane for Houston!!! Christian's Tailgate anyone?

xoxo
Babs

Introduction

And hello to you!

My name is Rosemary, and I am the newest contributing member of the infamous Two Coast Tales Blog! Wendy and Babs are some of my closest friends and I enjoy nothing more than wasting time at working scanning the recent blog posts from the two of them. First of all, if we are going to be spending time together, I think you should know a little bit about me:

I was born on the black sand beach in Santorini, Greece in an era where it was acceptable to send your baby out to sea if they did not have a full head of hair (a sign of prosperity in Greece). Which is exactly what happened to me. I was born after a mere 3 minutes of labor (I was the 14th child), and came out as bald as George Castanza. My crafty father had preemptively assembled a small wooden raft (just in case), and used it to send me out to the Aegean, and wished me the best. Luckily, I was intercepted by a cripple down the beach named Ernie, who became Uncle Ernie to me in the following years. Turns out, Ernie was used to this infant send-off practice and had planted himself in accordance with the tides to save the hairless babes. He had acquired quite a few children this way, so I grew up in a household of 7. He named me Rosemary after his favorite herb. I quickly became friends with one of my “sisters” who actually looked strangely identical to me. Her name is Greta and to this day people confuse the two of us because we look so much alike. In fact, I even confuse the two of us and have started answering to both names. Anyway, I had a pretty normal life growing up; skinning cats, picking the lice out of my siblings’ hair, pretending to be a cross eyed homeless kid to pick up a few extra bucks before the weekend – life was great. Around age 20 I came to America a la James Frey: woke up on a plane with no recollection of how I got there, bruised and battered, and smelling like booze. I got off the plane, saw the Texas sign and thought “Heck, why not?” so decided to stick around. Luckily I’ve met such great people (Wendy, Babs, etc.) and made a nice little life for myself here. TCT is just another way to keep in touch with the people who have made me who I am today.

Thanks for letting me be a part of it! Opa!

Πολλή αγάπη,

Rosemary

Some Songs I'd Like To See Barbara Karaoke To

• "Christmas Canon Rock" by Trans-Siberian Orchestra
• "With Arms Wide Open" by Creed
• "My Way" by Frank Sinatra
• "Objects in the Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are" by Meat Loaf
• "Cat's in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin
• "Just a Friend" by Biz Markie
• "Do They Know Its Christmas" circa the Live Aid London Concert, 1985
• The theme song from Night Court

Smell that?

It's Rosemary......