Went out to dinner last night with Neighbor K. She is awesome. She
brought toys for all If the kids. Perlie got this pink hot dog – some
of the proceeds go to breast cancer research. Mitsy and Pablo got
little catnip filled lobsters. Pablo loved his. Mitsy may have lost
her sense of smell. Neighbor K is always so thoughtful!
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Went out to dinner last night with Neighbor K. She is awesome. She
How do all these things go together exactly? Well, it goes sort of like this:
I woke up late today. Well, I walked the dog at 7:30am, but then went back to bed. Woke at 12:30pm. Called Meme back and had an awesome conversation. I finally explained why it is that I quit confirmation class. The short version is that home, school, and the Girl Scouts said I could do anything a man could do. The Catholic Church said I needed a “Microphone to God” if I was gonna get anywhere with them. So I quit since I would never be an equal. Meme told me about how the priest told her she needed to have more kids than just the two she had. She said she got really sick for all nine months before having my uncle and wasn’t willing to go through all that again. That was when she first started quietly rebelling against the church. Now you know where I get it from!
Next, I desperately needed a haircut, so I went back to Wilson at Planet Hair. This time I let him color and higlight it as well as trim and style. I let him do whatever he thought was best. It isn’t really drastic from what I’ve had other than it is blonder and he flipped it out more. I had a number of compliments and was told it was very 70’s Farrah Fawcett. I’m gonna take that as a compliment. The 70’s weren’t all that bad…
This evening’s event was a 40th birthday party for Neighbor K’s boyfriend R. They had tons of great food and I ate a lot. Good thing because I realized that having slept in, I forgot to have breakfast or lunch. I’m normally a very good eater and not the kind to starve myself before a party. Guess that is what I get for sleeping so late.
Met a lot of really nice people at the party such as Steve Westly, former California State Controller and former candidate for Governor. Had a nice time talking with his wife. Ran into Neighbor K’s friend M again—the one who was there when I met Omar. She was surprised that I still talk to him, and is still convinced he is gay. I also met the guy who Neighbor K has been telling me all about for the last two weeks. Sadly, he’s a nice guy, but I wasn’t really attracted to him. Of course, the first guy I was chatting up turned out to be gay. Not a surprise there. And I am attracted to the guy that I decided to leave with—he walked me to my car—but nothing happened. It was like the baseball game we were watching. The Indians and the Red Sox, tied at six in the 11th inning. Then the Indians got seven runs, and the Red Sox lost it, just like I did. No number, no nothing. I suck at this game. Maybe I should take up baseball.
This afternoon, I went with J&Y to The Orpheum Theatre to see that last showing of Avenue Q. If you haven’t heard of it (like me), it is basically what Sesame Street would look like if you you’d made a wrong turn and ended up on the other side of the tracks. With songs like “Internet Is For Porn,” “Everyone’s A Little Bit Racist,” and “Schadenfreude,” how could you go wrong? Okay, so the muppet sex was a little bit bizarre, but other than that, I laughed quite a bit. They’ve decided that my new nickname is K-Monster.
When I was walking the dog after the show, I ran into Neighbor K who suggested we go see a movie. I looked up the movie offerings on my iPhone and what did I find? I had forgotten to see The Bourne Ultimatum. I love Matt Damon. Lucky for me, so does Neighbor K. Off we went to drool in the movie theatre for a while. Another fabulous day.
Neighbor K and I went out to dinner tonight. Her birthday was on Tuesday, but I didn’t get a chance to celebrate with her until today. It was great. We walked to downtown and ate at my favorite Mediterranean place. There is just something fun about walking to dinner. I hardly ever think of doing it, but I’ve just remembered this week how much I miss exercise. I’ve been a couch/office potato for the last month and a half. Finally fixed my bike tire and rode to work Tuesday and today. It just felt so good. The walk to dinner is about three miles round trip. It is a beautiful night. We had all that extra time to chat about how I’m emotionally unavailable and she is a princess. And then we had dinner at a table on the street. The waiter heard us mention K’s birthday and brought us a free dessert. The whole evening was absolutely perfect.
Happy Birthday, Princess K!
I decided that this weekend was a Pet Holiday, thus, I stayed home. I spent most of Saturday sleeping and feeling crappy from the night before. No, it wasn’t from drinking. I’d had two beers after work, then drank root beer at the roof party. I finally realized that the headache was because of the smoke I’d inhaled on the roof. With all the laws against smoking now, I forget how horrible I feel the day after breathing in second hand smoke. This was a good reminder. It also meant I stayed home most of the day. The pets were happy.
Sunday was even more of a Pet Holiday. Perl and I went with Neighbor K and Trini to Fort Funston. Pictures can’t even express the absolute delight on her face when Perl gets to the beach. Pure, unadulterated joy. I can’t help but smile when I see her sprint down the shoreline. Neighbor K and I had some lunch after, then I took a trip to the pet store for supplies.
I spent the afternoon reading on my back deck. Mitsy doesn’t usually let me touch her while she is sleeping, but we finally had an arrangement that she could sleep on my feet propped up in the second chair. It was nice. The vet said she gained some weight last week. I’m still waiting on the blood test results. From her poo I can tell the pills aren’t effective yet and we will need a higher dosage, but at least she gained a little weight. I still feel horrid that what I thought was a miraculous weight loss was actually hyperthyroidism. Oh well. The guilt is making me spend time with them all and appreciate them more.
I took a brief break when I received a phone call from Jelly Bean Man (he earned this name from stopping in my office every morning for Jelly Bellies). Seems he was rollerblading and came down with a killer migraine. Being four miles from his apartment, I dropped everything and picked him up. He never would have made it to his place if he’d had to keep blading. I felt bad—he was really in a lot of pain.
Back home, I finished my book while being entertained by the pets jockeying for position on the main couch. First Mitsy laid in the middle. Perl decided that if she sucked it in, she could squeeze onto her favorite side and not touch Mitsy. Mitsy, however, didn’t like this plan and ran off. Perl spread out. Later, when it was empty again, Pablo picked one side. Perl came back. Using the same maneuver of circling without touching the cat, she successfully laid down without driving Pablo away. It was really adorable to watch.
Overall, it was a good Sunday. Woke up. Walked the dog. Ran into neighbor Karen. We went to the farmer’s market, then walked the dogs for four miles. Took a shower, then got a phone call claiming that I was going to be “schooled on the Wii.” Went to work, and played the Wii on a projector screen. Seems that I did the schooling. We all went for a late lunch where I was schooled on how not to successfully pick up the waitress. Then I worked for a while and finished the evening by watching “Munich”. It was a long day. Perlie is exhausted. So am I for that matter, but I needed to watch something else after Munich, so I’m watching Nip/Tuck. Overall it has been a good day.
I completed my first marathon relay today.
Neighbor K suckered me into a five person relay team. I was very reluctant, but you all know I’m a sucker for trying something new. We drove down to Monterrey yesterday and picked up our bibs, ate the pasta dinner, drove the course, and attempted to go to sleep early. Get five women in a room, trying to sleep is a joke! No one slept well on the pull out couch or murphy bed.
Woke at 3:30 am to catch the 4 am bus to the start line. I went to the first leg. Arrived and stood around in the cold, dark, and fog waiting for sunrise and the start.
I have to say, it was incredible. The mass of people all grouped on the hill ready to run. Trying to run with a crowd is definitely a challenge. And meine Schwester was right, I got caught up in the moment, and my first mile was done in 9’26”. I averaged out to 10’10” per mile over my segment, which wasn’t bad considering I had to walk a little ways to get rid of a side cramp. Too much excitement. At least I wasn’t throwing up in the bushes like one girl, or pissing on a tree like many guys.
I had a little bit of a hill and just at that moment, a nice rap song came up on the ipod and I ran faster. It was run passing people for a short distance. I wanted to sprint the end, but I’d put out too much in the beginning and just couldn’t pull it out. I also shouldn’t have done that big run on Thursday. The Sunday before, maybe, but not so close to the race.
Our baton was actually a slap bracelet. I managed to find the next team member, Neighbor K’s cousin, S. I slapped the bracelet on her wrist and away she went. I could have waited there for the bus, but it was going to be another three hours before they were allowed to move, so I decided to just walk to the next stop, another five miles away. I walked it pretty consistently and made it in less than an hour and a half. Wow, do I hurt! I logged a good 10.39 miles today.
Cousin S was there when I reached the end of the second leg. We rode the bus together and eventually arrived at the finish line. Ate a lot of fruit and drank a lot of water. Found the other three members of the Quick Chics. Our team finished with a time of 4:59:13. Overall, I think that is just amazing that we made it in under five hours. Of course the winner of the marathon did it alone in about two and a half.
I still haven’t really gotten the running bug, but I’m trying to remember that it did make me feel good. It also meant that I came home, made a big plate of steak and potatoes and didn’t feel guilty at all.