Month: May 2009

I’ve had a bit of a difficult week this week…some may call it a funk, others may consider it insanity…all I know is that the Geico commercial with the money and the eyeballs scares me and literally makes me nauseous. I can’t post a picture for reference because I honestly cannot look at the image of the “mascot” without water flooding my mouth and feeling as though I might hurl.

How bad is this fear?

1.) While going for a walk the other day a banner advertisement was flying above me. As soon as I saw what the advertisement was I felt nauseous and Cooper had to steer me in a direction away from the banner for the remainder of what was to be a pleasant jaunt.

2.) I was watching TV the other night, enjoying a few moments of mindless entertainment, when THE commercial came on…immediately I made loud noises to mask the commercial’s theme song (cooper had the remote), Cooper started laughing at me, I starting laughing (it was kind of funny) but then my laughs turned in to solid tears which turned into a serious breakdown. Cooper was scared, not sure what to think about this crazy girl and I couldn’t stop thinking about the commercial and how serious my pain was. Please, to the makers of the commercial, please please change your theme…for the sake of my sanity!

Sweet hey-soos, I realized I almost got away without “journaling” about my Elton John experience. Just for memory sake 29379238 years from now when I am 30493095809 years old I have to record it. Here we go: Elton was awesome. I had never been to a concert before that was truly a one man show like this. Just a man and his piano in front of thousands of people who lusted after him. I have to say I know many Elton John songs but was never a serious Elton admirer, and probably don’t know half the words to most of his songs, but the experience of seeing him in concert was lovely, no doubt.

The two best parts:

1.) After each song he would simply get up, throw his penguin coattails around, put a foot on a speaker, wait for applause, circle around to the next side, wait for applause, circle around to the back, wait for applause, then get back to his piano. Luckily we were on a good side so we could see him each time he circled.

2.) The second best part…not to sound old or anything but the sound was wayyyyyy too loud. Perhaps it was our seats right next to the speakers but it was so loud I couldn’t make out half of what he was saying. At one point my sis/ma caught on that he kind of sounded like a deaf man talking (I know, kind of mean, but it is the truth). In stead of singing “I’m still standing…” it sounded like “Dime dill danding…” Needless to say this caused for some good fits of giggling. Here is what he wore….when he came back for the encore he had did a sunglasses change.

So, we can cross seeing John Elton off my mom’s list of things she’d like to do some day. Next up: the Dalai Lama.

The past week/weekend was intense.

1.) The C-man and I had the honor of shooting a friend’s wedding at the Rose Gardens in Berkeley. If you ever want to get married in a place that has $2938579183759873987938749823 worth of roses that you don’t have to butcher to dress up your ceremony, go to the rose gardens in May. Naturally awesome place. The rose gardens + a birdcage veil + a ridiculously good looking couple + a vespa get away after the ceremony + an INCREDIBLE meal at Dona Tomas = utter bliss.

2.) My dad, Dr. Papa Bruce, came to town for a (hopefully!) final cancer treatment for prostate cancer. He initially had the cancer 10 years ago but the sucker came back. Luckily the cancer had not spread outside the prostate but nonetheless my dad had to undergo radiation therapy. I was his “nurse” so I got to along on all the hospital trips and wait in the family waiting areas. Luckily all went well and my dad met about a dozen nurses and doctors (all of whom were not originally from the states, a fact my dad likes to point out to everyone he talks to), and he told his stories like is so good at doing. When they were taking him away for treatment one nurse said, “Man, he is still telling stories!” My dad is one heck of a tough guy, no doubt.

3.) Finally, my bro and sis-in-law are back from Mexico, but something changed in my brother (besides his hair). He turned into a man/monkey. He got to see our new apartment for the first time and the first thing he did was climb all of the steel beams…

If nothing less, at least now we know who to call when we want to take the god awful curtains down!

Cooper got new frames and I really like them…

Also, check out our clawfoot tub renovation: http://blog.designpublic.com/2009/05/06/a-black-clawfoot-tub-alis-before-and-after/