Plea

I've added a new title to my name. Evacuee. I don't care for it.

As some of you may have heard on the national news there are terrible fires raging through California leaving a wake of destruction in their path we've never seen before. I know they aren't the only thing happening in our world but it's the worst thing currently taking place in mine.

We were evacuated from our home in Rancho Bernardo at 5:30 Monday morning while the hot, gale-force winds whipped debris, ash and smoke into our faces and minutes before the Witch fire touched down and did her evil bidding. This funny little town has never made the map before. We're a congregation of soccer stars and blue hairs with a few other demographics in between. I for one would have rather made the worlds largest burrito or something rather than this shit.

But today our lives have been turned inside out, upside down and changed forever. I do not know if my home is still standing or a pile of smoldering ruble like so many of my neighbors. Homes I know, drive past and admire have been burned to the ground. I know every single neighborhood in the Rancho Bernardo/Poway area that have been affected. It's been my home for 35 years. And despite my recent want to move, I still love it and always will.

It's a surreal experience to say the least. One moment numb then anxiety flooded the next. Sobering thoughts all the way to future plans of how to rebuild from scratch if we have to replace literally everything in our lives, except what we could fit in our cars on the way out. Your worldly possessions reduce to the size of a car trunk. The stories are already heart-breaking and devastating and I'm sure they'll only get worse. Until things hopefully get better.

My hearts go out to those who have nothing left. We've seen this horrible destruction before. 4 years ago almost to the fucking day, if you can believe it, although it wasn't as close to me as this time. This time it's my direct neighborhood.

Also - get out of my hood, Matt Lauer, and take your cockroaching fellow reporters with you. We're going through enough. If I see Katie Couric at my Taco Bell, hoping it's still there, I'm going to kick her ass. Just sayin'.

As of right now, as I'm writing this inside a Budget motel room on a make-shift set up 90 miles away from my home and all of my cherished possessions, my friends and psuedo families. Just trying to keep my non-stop terror in check and hoping I still have a home as do my loved ones. So, I just ask for a few good vibes to be sent San Diego's way. We sure could use it.

And if you could spare a couple of nickels help out the red cross that would be aces. They totally kick ass at helping out others and I know a lot of us our going to need them in the days, weeks and months to come. It would be much appreciated, I guarantee that.

San Diego Red Cross