Month: December 2007

I have given into the trend and bought a pair of rainboots with the intention of walking in the rain from bart to work with a dry confidence…the only issue…we have not had any rain. One day a week ago it was sprinkling outside so I thought, “Yes! Today is my day to wear my wellies!” Unfortunately the light sprinkle was all the moisture amounted to and I looked a little silly with my big rubbers on. If anything, it was wonderful to not have to really worry about what I was stepping in…which leads me to this story…

Some may consider it paranoia, others see it as careful stepping…when I walk on the sidewalks in San Francisco I never look up. I am always focused on what is below me and whether or not I am stepping on human feces, piss, spit or puke. I have seen it all and I have seen it all far too often. Not kidding. Farrrrrrrrrrrrrr too often. I know this is common in cities, but it is really sad and pretty gross.

I have not seen my buddy in quite some time, but there is one homeless man whose territory is the one street I walk on to get to work. The first time I saw him he was sitting off the curb during morning rush hour and pooing. Tons of people passed him by and he didn’t seem to care. This was moment #1 when the paranoia began. The second time I saw him, all I saw was his backside and between the legs a gushing waterfall. Again, during morning rush hour. Third viewing he was crossing the street with his pants down then he popped a squat on the curb to do a #2.  During my lunch hour that day I sat in a park and noticed that a homeless man was sleeping near a curb. I seriously looked over my shoulder every few minutes to make sure he wasn’t pooing. The fourth time I wasn’t paying attention and I hear a police car pull up. A storeowner had called the cops because I guess my buddy had been harassing their employees. When I saw him on the ground I also saw his peeper as he began to relieve himself. At that point my heart sank and I felt so bad for the guy. My feelings went from disgust to pure sadness. I really hope my buddy can find a place for himself somewhere in this world and feel like people care.

Quite possibly the last college-ish party I’ll ever get to go to….Feliz Navidad

I think it is official. The transition into adulthood has begun. It wasn’t until this past weekend when I realized that I am actually becoming an adult and all the people around me that are about the same age are also embracing/entering true adulthood. For quite some time people would practice their attempts at doing adult-ish things…like dinner parties and such…but just recently I realize that people are no longer practicing. It is the norm now to seek out really good food with titles and descriptions that you don’t understand, or to go to holiday parties and converse like adults, or be married, or the best yet…order champagne before dinner (this was new to me, but I loved it!). I accidentally slipped back into “young adult” mode last night when I encourage Justin (the host of the holiday party) to take a swig out of the bottle of wine. After he did so I realized that the “adults” around me probably thought that was disgusting and immature. I am sure it was a good bottle of wine that I ruined. Woops. So, maybe I personally am not ready to be called an adult and I certainly don’t want to be called a “woman” (I don’t like that word)…if anything I suppose I am trying to embrace this life transition as best I can and observe and learn from those who are “already there.” Um, I have a lot to learn.

With time I have somehow associated myself with boxes. There was a day towards the end of freshman year in college when I cracked and used a packing box to cover myself up as I ran through the halls. This year I hid in a giant box as a surprise gift for Amelia’s second birthday. Unfortunately, she wanted a horse and not a person so she was a bit disappointed. She eventually got over the pain of not getting a horse and we were buddies again. Watch out…if you ever see an odd box in your corner…I might be hiding underneath it.

Amelia’s 2year muffin morning party was a hit. But, boy! I can’t imagine the energy and stamina it takes to be a parent or teach toddlers. I tip my hat to those who can endure it. Some photos of the big day:

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Funny story:

A preface: Last Saturday night my mom and I went to a play with my mom’s friend. On the way back we talked about whether we talk to strangers on flights or keep to ourselves. The conclusion: we all like to delve into our own worlds until the end of the flight…then we might strike up a conversation. Bad breath and the awkwardness in knowing when the conversation could/should die down keep us from talking for hours.

Sooooo…my flight back from CO to CA was interesting. At the beginning of the flight there was a bit of turbulence which I guess didn’t sit well with a 10 year old sitting across from me. He ended up barfing all over himself, the guy next to him, his seat, and his bag. I watched and smelled it all thinking, “How am I going to survive a 2.5 hour flight with the sour smell of puke, while watching people clean up his mess, bumping around with the continued turbulence, and not get sick myself? Plus, once one person pukes…someone else is bound to get sick.” Luckily, it was a 777 so it was a huge plane and there were extra seats in the back. I moved and sat next to a friendly man from Sydney. I thought he wanted to sleep and I was wanting to get my mind off the recent events by listening to my ipod, but instead he woke up and we talked about the differences between the U.S. and Australia for the rest of the 2 hours on the flight (which wasn’t easy). It was a friendly conversation, but I thought how funny it was that just the day before I had conversation about not wanting to make conversation. Oh, and we both had bad breath.

All I can say is that I am glad I have a couple of weeks without travel. So nice to be in one place for more than a week!