Thursday, July 21, 2005

Furniture, furniture, everywhere!

I'm definitely going to miss all of the folks who are out west/are heading out west... I'm just going to point out that Colorado, already acknowledged as one of the coolest states, hardly needs this influx of fabulous people. I mean, come on. Michigan, now there's a state that needs to hold on to it's cool people. Who's going to vote with me next year??? Anyone? Anyone? I know that there are a few of you, but I'll miss those of you who will be casting your beautiful blue/green ballots in another state. And for so many reasons beyond your votes.

On the plus side, you have all left me with your furniture and appliances. Apart from the fact that there is not an inch of wall space in my bedroom right now that is not covered with a piece of furniture, and that I will probably have to give up the microwave at some point, I am wholly appreciative of your generousity. To say nothing of the wealth of plants for which I am now caring. They are thriving, simply thriving, but I can tell they miss you. Although, since some of the plants may not have noticed that their home changed hands, and since others of the plants may feel that their previous home has only been compressed into one room, it's not surprising that the plants have not yet registered the shock.

But all sadness aside, here's a mental exercise for all of you: Start with one oddly shaped, somewhat small attic bedroom. Then, place the following furniture in such a way that you can still do yogalates on the floor: 6 bookcases, two dressers, a small chest of drawers, a bed, a music stand, and a cello. Good luck.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Why mothers should not dictate self-esteem...

Thank you to the three of you who have posted comments in the last few hours... Having engaged in some thoughtful self-reflection, and eaten a cookie, I've decided that you are right. I am not, in fact, a boring person. In fact, I am exciting! Yay me! And I will continue to post about my exciting life! And I will continue to use exclamation points where they are gramatically! unfit just to bother Ash! Whee!!!

My mom says I'm boring

This will be a quick one:

Basically, my mom says that my blog is boring. So basically I won't be posting anything until I have something not boring to post. Please feel free to comment on this post and let me know what you'd like to hear about. (And also if you think that my blog has been so incredibly boring you can hardly stand it.)

San Francisco Part #3

Well, it's been quite some time since we were actually in San Francisco, but for those of you who require this kind of closure (me!!!), I thought I'd post one last update. On Sunday, we went to the Pride Parade. It was a bit of a let down for me, as Showtime was by far the biggest sponsor (maybe MGD?) and there were a lot of politicians in cars. But I love the babies, so that part was good. Lots of cute babies.

After the parade we went and saw Bitch, formerly of Bitch and Animal. Am I remembering correctly that Animal was/is dating Susan Powter? At any rate, she was pretty good, and I'm a sucker for anyone with an electric violin...

We went up to Fisherman's Wharf to catch our boat out to Alcatraz, and also had some dinner. It felt much more frenzied than that, I'm not sure why, but it did. Also, Alcatraz was really cool. We went in the evening, so it was all dusky and nice. The cell house wasn't as creepy as I expected, and I got the impression that Alicia was a little underwhelmed. We did get to hear them open and close the cell doors, however, which was loud and cool. This is apparently why they called it "the slammer." Our tour guide said that it was particularly those doors, the ones at Alcatraz, because they were the first ones of their kind ever. Such excitement.

Finally, as we were walking around the island, and seagull attacked us. Now, I'm not a huge fan of birds as it is, but I was really quite terrified. We were walking up a little road, and there were some cute little seagull-lings (baby seagulls, whatever those are called). We walked up the road, in theory past the baby birds. Their mom didn't think that we were far enough away, and I ran like there wouldn't be a tomorrow. I felt the need to warn another tourist headed down that way, though I think she was more afraid of me (picture me panting from the run, trying to explain that the seagull farther down the road might attack her)...

At any rate, Alcatraz was a hit, even though we didn't get back until late. Monday we got up and packed and caught BART back to the airport. It was pretty uneventful (thankfully, given the excitement of getting here). Mom picked us up at the airport, and that was that.

I was like a zombie at work on Tuesday, but that was to be expected.