Watered down

Sometimes, differences can be a bad thing. Like when I come home and just want a clean house and there is used kleenex flooding the countertops and dried chili on the desk and cups FULL of loogies. Yes. On the other hand, I love how Nolan and I compliment each other in so many ways, so those differences are good. And then there are just those little oddities, like how everything I eat MUST be crunchy and he likes things soft and floppy. I like Pink Lady: he likes Granny Smith. I like hardwood: he likes carpet. And where it is most apparent, is I think in what we order from Amazon:

On the bottom is my normal amazon wallet purchase. On the top is an IV start kit, a syringe, and a catheter. I don't think I need to add a picture of the speculum to prove my point here.

Naan Can Go the Distance

Yesterday for lunch, my coworker and I ate at the Indian place in the Crocker Galleria, which is conveniently right across the street from our building. When you split a meal there, it actually turns out to be a pretty great deal, so I may have to go more often! Anyway, the roof is entirely made of glass, and I sometimes wonder what would happen if someone jumped off of our building and landed on the roof of the Galleria. Apparently my coworker had thought about this too, so we tested the theory to see if one could even clear the street from that high up, and make it all the way over to the glass roof. We had to test it to-scale, of course, so we used what resources we had, which at the time, was naan:

Apparently, when a naan-man turns suicidal, he can jump quite far.

Going bananas

After day 1 of being a quasi-nanny for my friend's kids, I now know that I'm nowhere near ready to have my own. Seriously, who knew I valued sleeping until 6:30 that much. Also centering your work day around dropping off and picking up kids from school is stressful! Not that I don't enjoy doing it for these kiddos - probably the sweetest pair ever! I'll see if I can get some pics to put in here eventually. Another great part about this is that I get to use my friend's car for these 2 weeks, and he has A PARKING PERMIT for downtown. Score! Also: heated seats. Booyah.

So now I'm at home having a late dinner, making granola, and gradually moving on to folding clothes. SIGH.

But life isn't all sighs. Because I have people who send me things like THIS at work.

Also this, which totally made my day:

Digging Through Trash

The baby birds are finally here for spring up in the foothills:


To celebrate Mothers' Day, we all went out to dinner at Joe's Crab Shack, which is my mom's favourite, and so she tries to squeeze in as many excusable trips there as possible. And I don't blame her...spicy steamed crab and buttery sauce? Mmmm.

Everyone came out, even my brother and his girlfriend:

Both the brothers, in fact...

And my dad with the woman of the day...


Sometime last week I got a "free drink" coupon in the mail from Starbucks. Now, I'm not proud of how often I go to Starbucks, and so at that moment when I cracked open the mailbox, I felt a split-second of joy followed by a moment of shame. That shame caused me to hide that coupon, so that Nolan couldn't mock/judge my habit. Once again, like when I hid $800 (for safety) in Europe and couldn't find it because I hid it too well (that story ends happily - we discovered it in my travel pillow case on the plane ride home), I did just too sweet a job of hiding it and couldn't find it. This morning I remembered where I put it - in my bag that had my new shoes in it. EXCELLENT. Except I had taken that bag down to recycling already, and when I opened the cover, it was buried underneath gobs of our neighbours' trash. So I had to decide just how much I wanted that free Starbucks drink.
15 minutes later, my hands sticky with garbage, I have found the bag, and there is NO coupon in it. My superstar hiding skillz have struck again, and here I sit, sobbing into my cereal because I know that thing will expire and THEN I'll find it. Because fate is a cruel, cruel mistress.

I just need to emphasize again that while Nolan was at sipping coffee at Starbucks tonight, I was rummaging through someone's sticky trash and scrubbing my bathtub with a toilet brush. Classy.

Glug.

Clocks must have been invented by an evil person, because only an evil person would invent something that guarantees to slow down the workday when you look at it. SIGH.

I've heard that our sunny week is supposed to come to an end soon, and therefore I bid farewell to my fond feelings for San Francisco again. They only surface when the weather is nice, and then I remember all the negative things. Especially this time of year when it's gorgeous everywhere else. Maybe global warming wouldn't be so bad for San Francisco. It must be some kind of crime to develop chilblains so close to summer.

300!

This is officially my 300th post (in this blog...who knows how many are in the old one - see link in blogroll at right)! Woo! Now if that doesn't make me feel like I'm mumbling lamely into an empty cyberspace...

There is no question in my mind that I live in a strange place. Sometimes I'm amazed by the possessed weather systems (in a bad way), the crazy specimens of people that I get to sample on a daily basis - usually on the muni, the huge varieties of food, etc. The list goes on and on. On Saturday I was walking back from Starbucks, and there was a live jazz band on the corner...which, combined with the crowds of Asians and the smells of fried food, made me feel like I was in some twilight-zone Disneyland. This morning while I was getting my coffee (I KNOW), there was a brass quartet on the corner in the financial district, playing overtures...and at first I thought "oh yeah, it's Cinco de Mayo", and then I realized that smooth classical overtures have nothing to do with the crazy latin-ness of Cinco de Mayo, except that sometimes I also listen to classical music while eating salsa and tortilla chips. The point of all this is that on the one hand, there is classical music streaming live through the streets while classy people in suits start their day. On the other hand, I found this sprayed on a wall in my neighbourhood:

Oh, San Francisco.

Pee-lah-tays

Last night was my first time in a new class - a yoga/pilates fusion class. And let me tell you, that instructor is crazy flexible and strong. And I'm just a little sore today as a result, with my next yoga class starting in about 15 minutes! Eep! Not to mention my sore arm from playing Wii swordfighting the other day. All this stiffness, and I still lost. SIGH.

Nolan's recently developed a healthy addiction to Justin Bieber and his pervy pre-pubescent tunes. I guess that's just something I'll have to get used to hearing and not feel like a pedophile when I listen to it.

Also today I found a little tribute to college, except in a non-laughable version:

Quote of the day:
N: "I can't focus on studying!"
A: "Is it because of Bieber?"
N: "No!...It isn't Bieber."