I'm horrible at this blogging thing. I aspire to be one of those people who can do this ish like 10 times a day but I can't really say that I'm busy, I'm just lazy. There are plenty of times where I think "I should blog about that". I think if I ever kept up with it I'd have the most interesting blog in the world. Ehh maybe not. I realize I only blog when i'm under a glass of wine or two.
I am so mad and so stupid for agreeing to work tomorrow. I cannot do this anymore, not like I ever work at SFMH but after a long run?? Grr. I don't want to hold myself back because of a fear of collapsing at work...but yet I don't want to collapse at work. Eesh. the thought of transferring a 200-something pound max-assist CVA after running possibly 13 miles really daunts me. I hope it's an easy day but I highly highly doubt it.
I had my last session with Kiona today. Damn, I have come along way with that girl. She pretty much consistently cried every single session each week from May 2007 until February 2008. After that, she was a pretty amiable girl! She is also really cute and has a sweet smile, once it finally unearthed after 7 months of torture. I am honestly considering naming my first daughter Kiona, because she'll probably stick with me for a long time and I think it's a pretty name.
I have been eating baked yams for the past three nights. Not bad, and I'm not sick of it yet. Hopefully this will be a nice and invigorating cleanse for my attempt at a half-marathon tomorrow. I just have so much on my mind its annoying me. I just need to focus and run.
Greg and I have 60% of our Alaska plans figured out. We just need to book one more night in Anchorage, and need to plan some fun activities for the days we are in Kenai/Seward. To think, I was so stressed about this last week. I ended up venting to my mom about how I think I'm poor and cannot save for anything. I honestly think she secretly cherishes any conversation where I'm venting to her so she can feel special about doling out advice. Which is always great advice, save for the time she yelled at me and told me to get over myself when I vented about hating my old job. That was not what I needed at the time but in retrospect the swift kick in the ass was nice. Anyways I basically need to heed to her advice and actually save my money by avoiding the following places:
-Ambiance and/or any store on Haight st
-Nordstrom/Rack
-Borders
-Canyon Ranch Market and Whole Foods for stupid over-priced lunches
-Target for dumb stuff I don't need
-too many happy hours, I dont need the calories
-and any other place where I choose to spend money that I don't need to spend.
Hmm. that's all for now.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Top That
I love dlisted.com for many many many reasons. Michael K is really ridiculously funny and I love the Caption This contests. But only he would unearth this from the grave and bring me back to my elementary school days:
I think I memorized the words and dance moves to this entire movie. Ugh, and they are making a remake!!
I think I memorized the words and dance moves to this entire movie. Ugh, and they are making a remake!!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Vegas
I suppose I should chronicle my Vegas trip with Greg. It was a really wonderful weekend, much better than I anticipated.
I agree with Angie. Vegas is like a drunk Wal-Mart. You see some really sad walks of life here. I have made the realization that Vegas is only really exciting for those who have really nothing much more exciting going on in their lives. You can see how everyone is just embracing the "Holy shit, I'm in Vegas, this is so cool and maybe I'll run into a B-list celebrity and if I squeeze myself into this teeny tiny skirt I can get hit on by another tourist from Kansas and I can tell all my friends about my ca-raaazzzzzy weekend in VEGAS!!!"
Ugh that was so mean. I have to say that I think I'm only really mean and snotty about white trash folk. Who achieve the most amount of culture and excitemet in their life from Las Vegas, Nevada. And feel that Halloween and bachelorette parties allow them to fully embrace any ounce of hoochie trash in their Vegas-haired, orange-skinned, Harrah's bead-wearing body. That's terrible. Why do I hate on them? Why do I feel the need to be bitter about these people?
I've found a new adjective - vegas. Vegas clothes, vegas hair, vegas boobs, vegas shoes. I don't even think I have to explain what constitutes as beign "Vegas". I think you can just about imagine it on your own.
On the other hand - I was very surprised at how clean LV was. With all the debauchery going on I was expecting a dirrtty, drrrrrty city. Market street had more trash than the Strip! We love love LOVED the venetian. I really have to model my future bathroom after the Venetian/Four Seasons rooms. I will forever keep their layout in my mind so that someday when Greg and I are ridiculously rich we can place the hot tub next to the shower area with the vanity right across the room. I could really get into the high life.
Despite my hate on what I consider "sad vegas" we had a great time. I loved spending time with my cousin and her little kiddo and we really burned some calories walking everywhere. I bought an awesome new pair of shoes that miraculously don't kill my feet. Greg was a trooper and a great traveling partner yet again, even if there were some people in Vegas who had to ask me how to spell v-e-g-a-n because they had no idea what that was.
I lost $40 at the slots and I'd still go back. I need to bring some lady friends with me though so I can explore the Wynn buffet.
I agree with Angie. Vegas is like a drunk Wal-Mart. You see some really sad walks of life here. I have made the realization that Vegas is only really exciting for those who have really nothing much more exciting going on in their lives. You can see how everyone is just embracing the "Holy shit, I'm in Vegas, this is so cool and maybe I'll run into a B-list celebrity and if I squeeze myself into this teeny tiny skirt I can get hit on by another tourist from Kansas and I can tell all my friends about my ca-raaazzzzzy weekend in VEGAS!!!"
Ugh that was so mean. I have to say that I think I'm only really mean and snotty about white trash folk. Who achieve the most amount of culture and excitemet in their life from Las Vegas, Nevada. And feel that Halloween and bachelorette parties allow them to fully embrace any ounce of hoochie trash in their Vegas-haired, orange-skinned, Harrah's bead-wearing body. That's terrible. Why do I hate on them? Why do I feel the need to be bitter about these people?
I've found a new adjective - vegas. Vegas clothes, vegas hair, vegas boobs, vegas shoes. I don't even think I have to explain what constitutes as beign "Vegas". I think you can just about imagine it on your own.
On the other hand - I was very surprised at how clean LV was. With all the debauchery going on I was expecting a dirrtty, drrrrrty city. Market street had more trash than the Strip! We love love LOVED the venetian. I really have to model my future bathroom after the Venetian/Four Seasons rooms. I will forever keep their layout in my mind so that someday when Greg and I are ridiculously rich we can place the hot tub next to the shower area with the vanity right across the room. I could really get into the high life.
Despite my hate on what I consider "sad vegas" we had a great time. I loved spending time with my cousin and her little kiddo and we really burned some calories walking everywhere. I bought an awesome new pair of shoes that miraculously don't kill my feet. Greg was a trooper and a great traveling partner yet again, even if there were some people in Vegas who had to ask me how to spell v-e-g-a-n because they had no idea what that was.
I lost $40 at the slots and I'd still go back. I need to bring some lady friends with me though so I can explore the Wynn buffet.
Do you think about me now and then?
It's weird and kinda dumb that a Kanye video made me reminiscent of home. I loved the song when I first got the CD but haven't heard it for a few months until tonight.
I don't know why, but I really don't relate much to Chicago/Illinois. Though I spent the majority of my life thus far in that area, I don't equate Chicago to my "hometown." It's where I physically grew up, but I don't feel like I did my real growing there. I've even lost my midwestern accent. I actually know more history and can get my way around Boston and SF better than I can ever do in Chicago. Greg is the one that is figuring out the El when we visit. Is this bad that I'm so transient? That I embrace every new place I go to as a significant part of my personality? And my true hometown is full of only memories, but no real connection?
Well, to think about it, every place I've been to post-Addison, IL, was a place that I chose to live in. It was not coincidence, not situational, I made the personal choice to leave home and go to these places. Maybe that's why I feel more connection. Because every success and failure as a result of these decisions was due to my feelings, thoughts, inhibitions, and decisions. I guess that's why it's special. I'm with Greg because I chose to go to Northeastern (and luckily be friends with abi green). I'm a pediatric PT because I did my co-op at Franciscan Children's hospital - come to think of it, my yearn to work with people with disabilities stemmed from working at Fernald way back in the day. I make a crapload of money because I live in San Francisco. I spend a crap load of money because I live in San Francisco. I'm going to Alaska this June because of Sierra who nudged me into Team in Training here in SF.
I'm diverging off-topic. Chicago. Memories off the top of my head include senior year of high school, the summer of '00, and my family. I kinda regret that I don't keep in touch with my hometown friends besides facebook and myspace. Well, I've always been a proponent of if you're meant to stay friends, you will work hard to stay friends. And I'm happy with the relationships I maintain with my good friends. It's just unfortunate that I see those that I love only a few times a year.
The more I think about it the more I really love and appreciate my family. I've always had the desire to run away, "get the hell outta here". I embraced my independence so much at the expense of hanging out with my family. The older I get, the more appreciative I am of having such a kind-hearted family. You'd think that every one of them would be like "fuck it, you are never home so why should I even care about your life" but it's never the case. I'm so thankful that I'm always welcomed home and I really cherish the time I'm with them. I love my niece, my dad, my brothers, mom, etc. My brother Jay and my mom are really the most self-less people I know and I only wish that some day when I stop being a selfish bunghole I can hopefully return the favor and give them everything they want and would never ask for.
I guess I'm just realizing that I can probably forgo trips to papalote, the nail salon, Ambiance, and happy hours and I would be able to visit home more. Drop the elitist "I lived in the Eaaaassst coast and now I live in San Franciisssssco and my life must be better than yours" 'tude and just fucking go home.
Maybe we can start again.
I don't know why, but I really don't relate much to Chicago/Illinois. Though I spent the majority of my life thus far in that area, I don't equate Chicago to my "hometown." It's where I physically grew up, but I don't feel like I did my real growing there. I've even lost my midwestern accent. I actually know more history and can get my way around Boston and SF better than I can ever do in Chicago. Greg is the one that is figuring out the El when we visit. Is this bad that I'm so transient? That I embrace every new place I go to as a significant part of my personality? And my true hometown is full of only memories, but no real connection?
Well, to think about it, every place I've been to post-Addison, IL, was a place that I chose to live in. It was not coincidence, not situational, I made the personal choice to leave home and go to these places. Maybe that's why I feel more connection. Because every success and failure as a result of these decisions was due to my feelings, thoughts, inhibitions, and decisions. I guess that's why it's special. I'm with Greg because I chose to go to Northeastern (and luckily be friends with abi green). I'm a pediatric PT because I did my co-op at Franciscan Children's hospital - come to think of it, my yearn to work with people with disabilities stemmed from working at Fernald way back in the day. I make a crapload of money because I live in San Francisco. I spend a crap load of money because I live in San Francisco. I'm going to Alaska this June because of Sierra who nudged me into Team in Training here in SF.
I'm diverging off-topic. Chicago. Memories off the top of my head include senior year of high school, the summer of '00, and my family. I kinda regret that I don't keep in touch with my hometown friends besides facebook and myspace. Well, I've always been a proponent of if you're meant to stay friends, you will work hard to stay friends. And I'm happy with the relationships I maintain with my good friends. It's just unfortunate that I see those that I love only a few times a year.
The more I think about it the more I really love and appreciate my family. I've always had the desire to run away, "get the hell outta here". I embraced my independence so much at the expense of hanging out with my family. The older I get, the more appreciative I am of having such a kind-hearted family. You'd think that every one of them would be like "fuck it, you are never home so why should I even care about your life" but it's never the case. I'm so thankful that I'm always welcomed home and I really cherish the time I'm with them. I love my niece, my dad, my brothers, mom, etc. My brother Jay and my mom are really the most self-less people I know and I only wish that some day when I stop being a selfish bunghole I can hopefully return the favor and give them everything they want and would never ask for.
I guess I'm just realizing that I can probably forgo trips to papalote, the nail salon, Ambiance, and happy hours and I would be able to visit home more. Drop the elitist "I lived in the Eaaaassst coast and now I live in San Franciisssssco and my life must be better than yours" 'tude and just fucking go home.
Maybe we can start again.
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