The thoughts, rants, complaints and less than exciting experiences of a Friday Friend
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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9.17.2003
I took a quiz to see where I fit in for Talk Like A Pirate Day this Friday. Here are my results.
You are a Pirate Second Class
Do you remember the last time you took
a chance? I do. It was when you decided
to leave the security of your mother's womb
and headed for the bright light. It's time
to head for the next bright light, my friend.
Creativity is not your strong suit. You
are good at doing what you are told to do
and that, in itself, is a gift. It's not a
gift to you, mind you, but rather a gift to
those who will be there to tell you what
to do. You like long walks on the beach and
cuddling, but would never admit that to your
Guy friends who think you are okay but can't
always remember your name. Tapioca pudding
seems a bit extreme for a fellow such as
yerself, what with all the bumps and stuff.
It's a good thing ye be on a pirate ship,
otherwise, ye'd would be walkin' because ye be
positively pedestrian. Have a nice day.
What's Yer Inner Pirate?
brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr!
9/17/2003
6.09.2003
Jake has been so good - he was great on the plane rides. Yesterday we walked 9 miles, all over San Francisco. We left the hotel a little before 9 and didn't return until nearly 4. First we went to validate our citipass at the closest place, the MOMA. Pushing the stoller down the steep hills is a trip! We stopped at a park next to the museum and saw a guy doing tai chi- the first of several. Later in the day in Washington Park, we saw several people doing tai chi, but not as a group. One older woman doing tai chi with a SWORD! So cool.
Since the MOMA wasn't going to open for over an hour we walked up to Chinatown. We stayed on Grant street, the main strip, since we didn't have our Chinatown map to orient ourselves. (ha ha), but we'll go back - out hotel is only 3 blocks away. We scoped things out. I want to get party favors and decorations for Jake's 1st birthday party. We went into a grocery where the wall was lined with unidentifiable things (food?) in large jars. There was clearly a medicinal counter on the other side, again, I had no idea what anything was. All the writing was in Chinese, and most of the patrons were, as well. We got a few things we could identify, such as candy and tea. some shops weren't open yet at 10 am a Sunday.
While we were inside a funeral went by - a full brass band marching and playing in front of the hearse. Next we went to the Ten Ren tea shop and sampled some tea, then bought some tea. I wasn't brave enough to try the tapioca teas, but will get up my nerve later.
We headed out of Chinatown and walked a LONG way to Union street to the Art festival. They had all the booths you expect- jewelry, pottery. We samples a pupuya or pupura- we forgot - a South American corn tamale with cheese, veggies and a HOT sauce. Yummy. Then we had a giant chicklen kabob. No purchases, though.
Next we headed to the Exploratorium and validated our passes. we stayed there for about 30 minutes and Jake looked at the more interactive exhibits. More impressive was the Palace of Fine Arts, a Neo classical outdoor park structure left from the Pananma Pacigfic expo of 1915 that absolutely dwarves humans. It's gorgeous! We walked through a ton of residential neighborhoods, and I observed that you can tell the nicer aras becuase of the landscaping. Yards are few. I'd love to know the price of real estate. There is a tree we think is called a bottlebrush, with neat feathery pink fowers. it looks like something from a Dr. Suess book!
Back to the Festival, but it was overly crowded by that time, so we went up a block and walked until we found the Nob Hill cafe and sat outdoors to enjoy a frosty beverage. Back to the hotel for a short rest before heading back to Chinatown for dinner. i had Mu Shu Pork- new to me- and delicious. It's served with thin pancakes and a good sauce. MMMM. While we ate a small parade with a band and 2 dragons went by. the waiter said they do it every night! We hit the corner market for suppleios and then came home to watch tv and go to bed by 9.
This morning we are heading out after Jake's nap and lunch, for a full day at Golden Gate Park. Should be fun! We'll pick up a Snugli before trying the cable cars. (Left the Korean Snugli on the plane) :(
6/09/2003
6.06.2003
School's out, and I spent the first day doing 6 loads of laundry and making lists to get ready to travel. It takes forever to pack for a baby. The irony - the smallest person travelling needs the most stuff. But of course, although there 's a lot, it is small, too. I'm afraid I'l forget something crucial for the plane ride, so I keep going over my list again and again.
Yesterday I went to Gardentown with Marilyn and saw the hundreds of varieties of Hostas available. I had no idea there were so many! My project next week will be to work on my garden.
I just checked the weather for San Francisco and found a cool animated graphic of the "fog forecast." http://www.sfgate.com/weather/fogsideclose.shtml
6/06/2003
5.19.2003
Clothing manufacturers, take some advice from Hanes T- shirts and stop puting tags in clothing! I can't tell you how annoyed I was all day by the freakin tag in my shirt!!!!!! Besides, once I buy the item of clothing, don't you think I know whether it's my size or not? Excuse me, I have to go. I have some tag ripping to do.
5/19/2003
5.06.2003
"My Life is a Sitcom."
I spent the majority of my day scraping paint off my ancient front door using a heat gun. I recommend one for all paint stripping projects - it was $20 well spent - far less messy than gooey paint remover crap. I think I have about an hour of stripping left before I can sand, which unfortunately may not be happening soon since rain is forcast for the next 4 days.
So, I'm outside stripping the door when I hear Jake on the baby monitor . He's just cooing in his crib, talking to himself. I pick up all my stuff and bring it inside, and by the time I go to get him he is starting to cry. Juneau is with me, nose to the door in anticipation of it opening. Well, it didn't open. The knob turns, and turns, and turns. The baby cries, and cries, and cries. I don't panic, but I do use a few choice words. I unscrew the fixtures on the door and remove the doorknob. I try different tools until I find one that fits the square hole where the doorknob connects (a skinny, funky saw) and the door opens. Jake is fine, but he needs a hug and a kleenex.
The lesson? If you have an old house, keep your doors in good working condition!
5/06/2003
4.30.2003
Is it possible for more to come out of a baby than goes in? And why do they have to reach for it?
4/30/2003
I have been watching Manor House on PBS and I'm just as hooked on this reality show as I am on American Idol. On lastnight's episode, the Hall Boy and Scullery Maid started an affair. If they'd really lived in 1905 and been found out, he'd have been flogged and she'd be fired with no references and have to become a prostitute!
I took the Manor House Quiz and I rank as 57% snob -
"It's touch and go, Nancy - you're 57% snob. You're a long way off joining the ranks of the blini-nibbling, bubbly sipping, double-barreled brigade but then you're no champion of the proletariat either. If you haven't got a Volvo, Golden Retriever, and 2.4 kids yet, you soon will have because the middle classes beckon."
You can also find out what your life might have been like in 1905. It's fun, but I think I'll stay right here in 2003!
4/30/2003
4.29.2003
Jake likes wind chimes. I think he's into feng shui.
I've been putting the last 3 years worth of photos into albums the past few days when it's not nice out. I'm finding lots of pictures of Tim. The two of me from our trip to
Michigan are both of my back. Must corrrect this! Doing albums and listening to music is better than watching TV, though yestersday I had the Today show on, and saw Mark Brooks in the crowd. I scrambled for a tape, and got a segment where Danielle Sparks and Emily Kane are behind Al.
4/29/2003
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