It's over already...

It felt like they just got here, and then they had to leave. But OMG. Did we cram a whole bunch of stuff into a few days or what?!?! I don't think my legs/feet will ever be the same, and Blondie is having some knee problems.

So, mom and sis landed and Blondie met them at the airport. I ended up taking the BART out to meet them, and from the airport we went out to GG Park. We stopped to see the bison paddock, and inadvertently stumbled over a clown sprawled out on the grass just watching the bison. It was a nice intro to the sights and sounds of SF, if I do say so myself. From the bisons, we went and took a bunch of pics in front of the windmill. I don't think I've laughed so hard as I did when my mom tried to take a pic of me, Blondie, and sis. She kind of contorted herself backwards, and anyway, I can demonstrate the pose for you if you'd like. Then we went to check out the ocean, whereas mom in her infinite wisdom, thought we should stick our feet in it. Because it's the Pacific Ocean. Because she didn't fly all that way to not put her feet in it. Of course it was like a bathtub filled with nothing but ice cubes, and the wind was whipping so hard that we ate a gallon of sand for a mid-afternoon snack. But it was fun. Especially when she drug me way out on the beach b/c the "tide was going out and we need to catch it" and then the tide came rip-roaring back in, and we got nailed by the water. And then my sis just laughed and laughed. And got it on video.

After dinner on their first day, we took a drive up to Twin Peaks. (Side note: When Blondie and I first broke the news to the fam that we were moving to SF, we took a map home so they could see a layout of SF. Brother R pointed to the map and said "Look! Twin Peaks!". Mr. Pooh said "No worries Brother R. In 20 years, they'll be twin sags anyway"). The view was incredible and we probably would've stayed longer, but someone's (2 someone's actually) teeth were chattering so loudly it made it hard to talk.

Friday, we drove out to GG Bridge and walked across for a bit to look at the views. Then we drove Lombard Street, where we seriously wondered about the breaks on the car and whether or not we would get down the street safely. From there it was a trip to Alamo Square (aka Full House Park), and then lunch back in the 'hood followed by shopping up and down Haight. Friday night, we caught the train (first time on public transportation for mom/sis while in SF) to Inner Sunset for more shopping and pizza. We also caught a much more crowded train back, and while Blondie really wanted to ride the bus home, mom and sis insisted on walking the hell-hill to get home.

Saturday, we toured Alcatraz. We got some great pics in there, particularly one of my mom in a cell trying to make a sad face. The sad face turned out to be ridiculous looking and all of us had a good laugh. After Alcatraz, we went and had lunch in Fisherman's Wharf and then visited with the sea lions. A walk to Ghiradelli Square, and an inadvertent drive up to Coit Tower finished off our afternoon.

Sunday was "mass transpo" day to the fullest. We rode down to the mall on the train (hahahah - mom did a full-body hug on one of the rails to hold onto) and caught the Cable Car back to Fisherman's Wharf.
(I'm probably going to piss mom off by telling this, but when she was out here 33 years ago, her and my dad rode the cable cars. She admits she was a little young, a little naive, but when they rode the car, she had a flasher ride directly in front of her and slap her in the knee with his "Mr Winkie" the entire ride from Powell to the Wharf, and she didn't realize what was going on until the end of the ride when she happened to look down. Anyway, we hopped the cable car and Blondie was riding in front of mom, and he pulled his sunglass case out and started tapping mom on the knee. Tics to visit family in SF: $330, tics to ride cable cars: $5, look on mom's face when Blondie started up on the cable cars: priceless)
Then, we made mom and sis walk back up through North Beach to ChinaTown. We shopped and dined for awhile, before slowly slowly slowly making our way to Union Square (all of us were BEAT by then), before catching a combination of train/bus home. A fart contest between the 3 women completed the night nicely (and stinkily).

And this morning we said goodbye. Which was the worst part of it all.

THANK YOU GUYS FOR COMING TO VISIT!!!! We had so much fun! And we miss you already!!!!

--K

On their way...

So, my darling mother thought it would be funny to give me a call today when they left for the airport. At 4:30 am Eastern time.

My sister, who apparently takes after me in terms of brain-power, managed to convince her that was a bad idea.

I think tonight, I'm going to take my phone into the bedroom with me and call my mom at 2 am. Just to see what happens. :)

--K

The results are in...

Muffy whipped my pathetic butt. Whipped it. Yours truly completed that 5K in 42:49. Sigh. Last year I was running 32 min 5K's. This year, I'm apparently strolling them.

However, Muffy did NOT whip Blondie's butt. As a matter of fact, it was the other way around! Blondie ran his 10K in 59:33!!!! Go Blondie!

Yours truly is hurting a little bit today. A few beers at the bar in the 'hood with Party C, turned into a blotto-fest last night. Leftover pizza was the obvious choice for breakfast today, so now not only am I hungover, I'm also stuffed full of greasy food. Ugh.

--K

Muffy Run...

To quote Blondie: "hehe. You said Muff".

In a supreme effort to boost my motivation to lose some weight again, I've taken the drastic step of starting to sign me and Blondie up for races again. Our first one is this Sunday, and it's called the Muffy Run. (If Blondie wears that t-shirt to his gym, I'm sure he'll be hit on a million times over ;)

My body is screaming at me for doing this. It sounds something like this: "You stupid stupid girl. What are you thinking?!?! You can't run! And it's EARLY in the morning. You big dummy".

I'm trying to scream back at my body. But unfortunately, it sounds like this: "I LIKE BEER! I LIKE PIZZA!"

Yep, sometime in the last 6 months, I got pathetic.

A big shout out to the fabulous Shelby Shelbs! It's her "3 years from 30" birthday today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHELBY! Have a great day!

--K

Goopy eye...

I don't know what I did, but I do know that I did something on the 13th of April. I woke up last Saturday morning, and my right eye was "glued" shut. It still looks awful. I honestly look like I've been punched in the face. It's not attractive. To make matters worse, I can't get a contact in that eye, so I have to wear my glasses. And I can't put any makeup on that eye either (it's puffed up like you wouldn't believe). So I've been sporting the no-makeup, glasses-wearing, funky-eyed look since Saturday.

So. Totally. Hot.

In better news, mom and sis land in 9 days for a weekend of touring around SF! Blondie will be picking them up at the airport, and yours truly is getting off work early that day, so hopefully we all meet up at the apartment around 3 pm or so. Can't wait guys!

--K

This explains it all...

I've had a bad week. I couldn't figure it out. I've lived here 6.5 months, and have literally loved everyday I've been here. Maybe I haven't loved everyday ALL DAY (there have been parts that I hate), but still, the good parts have far outweighed the bad parts every single day thus far.

Until this week.

Then it went to hell.

It's been a miserable week. From the MUNI crapping out each day (they put a new line in, and it started full-time operations on Monday), to facing the fact that I've "plumped" up again. It's just been not good. I've never been so happy for Friday.

So what explains it all you ask? Today is Friday, yes indeed. Friday the 13th. And there you go. The capper on my craptacular week.

--K

So everyone is aware...

Blondie hurts b/c he's sick. Silly.

I'm having a weird craving for meatloaf and mashed potatoes. I don't like meatloaf.

No. I'm not pregnant. Don't ask.

--K

Ouch. Still hurt.

--S

It all started out innocently enough. After a jog to the bank I was going to meek K in Cole Valley when she was heading home from work. We were 'planning' on just walking up and stopping at the corner grocery store for fajita supplies. Since I was running late, she decided to stop in at our favorite Cole Valley spot for a tasty beverage and wait. By the time I got there B was en route and I was thirsty. A couple beers later we decided our favorite bar had a mysterious quality about it... it sucked you in and made you drink... heavily. We broke free of the spell just long enough to head on back to the apartment. Of course breaking free didn't mean we were done drinking, it just meant it would be easier on the wallet drinking at home. The party quickly doubled after Party C, Wonder Butt (WB), and H all came over. Over the course of the night I battled with a bottle of Appleton Estate Rum and came very close to winning. Luckily I had the good sense to pass out before that last couple shots were finished. Now there's a bottle with two shots left in it taunting me. Damn that bottle of rum!

The rest of the weekend was filled with watching the Final 4 tournament, eating fantastic turkey hotdogs, and drinking my good friend Miller Light. Ah, Miller Light... it never has a chance to taunt me!

Monday I made up for it all though. At least that's what I tell myself. I went out for what I thought was going to be a nice short run, but it ended up turning into a 7.5 mile excursion to the ocean and back. It was the furthest I've run in a couple months. It was excellent. And now I hurt. A lot. Everywhere.

--S