Yay for Friday!
So it’s Friday and it’s ugly outside but I’m feeling pretty good. The fabulous Mandalay is in town and we are celebrating her tonight at Lucky 13 so a whole lot of people should be showing up.
I have been thinking about my life a lot lately trying to find out what makes me happy. I think expanding my circle of blog readings has opened my eyes to a lot of stuff I want to be doing. The problem is there just doesn’t seem to be enough time in the day to do all the things I want to do especially with all the social activities I have going on in my life right now. I feel like a guest in my own home because I’m rarely there and there is so much art that needs to be created. I sit at work and fantasize about all the crafts I want to make and all the art supplies sitting in boxes in my new art room and I wish that I could be there. Unfortunately it doesn’t look like things are going to change anytime soon. I have so much social stuff going on right now that I can’t even begin to see a time when I can sit and do some of the things that I love best. I’m trying to find a balance in my life but it has always been hard for me. I love my friends and I love hanging out with them doing all the great things we like to do. My only problem is then I don’t do the things that keep me a sane healthy person.
It’s going to take some time and I guess all I can do is keep trying.
Me and my amazing friends spent Memorial Day in Golden Gate Park, soaking in the UV rays, laughing, spying on people and me-doing my toenails so that I might be able to show them off in some cute little strappy sandals. The paint job was complete and my feet were looking pretty so I decided to wear a pair that I had gotten last summer. Besides my lovely fall on the way to work yesterday I ended up with two blisters on both big toes and one on either side of my arch. I can’t wear closed toe shoes today because my feet are so soar and beat up that I couldn’t stand to have them enclosed all day. So my want of having gorgeous feet to show off now makes me look like some sort of freak with five Band-Aids on each foot. Nice…not!
So I’m walking to the bus stop this morning minding my own business when the front of my sandal gets caught on a raised part of the sidewalk. I go flying in the air and land on my left leg and somehow don’t spill my coffee. I look up and there are three people at a bus stop right in front of me and the thing that gets me the most is that not a one asked if I was ok. I wasn’t even embarrassed about my clumsiness I was just upset that no one even bothered to see if I was alright. I even looked at one of the ladies and she looked down at me like she couldn’t be bothered. What is up with our society!
So the rest of you might be so totally in the know that you've already heard of this site but I just stumbled on it today and I’m so Stoked I did. The article about Minimum Commitment Volunteering caught my eye, you know because I’m all about the minimum, and I just fell in love with the writer. Luckily for me and you Camper has his own site. I think I love the calendar most of all. That is one funny boy! And since he lives in SF I just might have to join the Cocktail Clique one of these Thursdays to bask in the glory that is Camper, as you already know my Fridays are already booked and I like him but not enough to give up the Lucky.
I can’t believe that Spike played here last night and I didn’t find out until this morning!
Lame way to start the day I must say!
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In 1994, one million human beings were literally
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Yet another reason I believe we need to have our Feminist Reading Group.
Too bad we couldn’t have helped her.
Last night as I watched the series finale of Buffy…
I shed a tear
For all the incredibly witty dialogue I shall no longer hear
For the friends I’ve come to love so dear
For the lives of Spike & Anya who sadly disappeared
For all the joy and fun that I will miss throughout the years
For the strength of all those women conquering their fears
I shed a tear
"Buffy Anne Summers, 1981-2001. Beloved sister. Devoted friend. She saved the world. A lot."
"Into each generation a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world, a Chosen One. One born with the strength and skill to fight the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers."
For those of you that are fans you already know that tonight is the Series Finale of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I have been a fan from day one and will truly miss the Gang that has made me laugh and scream with joy. There’s Buffy of course, who rocks the proverbial House, then there’s Willow the lesbian Witch, Xander the cute one eyed funny guy, Spike the sexy Vamp with a soul, Dawn the Key and little sister to Buffy, Faith the other Hot Slayer, Anya & Andy the comic relief, and Giles, Buffy’s old Watcher. I’ve come to love these guys over the course of seven years and so to commemorate their leaving I have written a song to send them on their way.
Tuesday nights will never be the same!
sung to the tune of Barry Manilow's~Mandy
Buffy
I remember all my life
Waiting for a show like yours
A cheerleader turned Slayer
Helped by her Scooby Crew
Staking in the night
Killing all the Vamps
Then I find out it’s your last show
Now I’m feeling oh so low
Looking in your eyes
I see a memory
I’ll never forget
How happy you made me, oh Buffy
Well you came and kicked ass to save us
And now you’re leaving today, oh Buffy
Well you saved the world from destruction
On at least seven occasions, oh Buffy
I’m stationed in front of my TV
Waiting for inevitability
Caught up in a world of demons and ghouls
What can the Crew do to help save the world, oh Buffy
Well you came and you killed evil creators
But you’re leaving us now, oh Buffy
Well you died and were reborn at least twice
But this is the last time, oh Buffy
Now it’s come to an end
Like a dream in the night
You’ve got me crying
“Spike, help her fight!”, oh Buffy
You came and killed Ubervamps in high heels
But now your going away, oh Buffy
Your adventures are ending tonight
And I'm going to miss you so much, oh Buffy
I know your birthday isn’t until the 19th but we are celebrating it today at Lucky 13 so I want to wish you the very best of days!
I’m one of those lucky people that actually get along with my husband’s folks. They are very sweet giving people who again have amazed me with their generosity. I just found out that they are buying us new dinning room chairs as a house warming gift. Brett & I are going to Macy’s at lunch to find the most perfect ones for all the guests we shall soon be having over for dinner. Nice, nice people my in-laws!
This friend of mine at work just got written up in SFWeekly.com.
Way to go Kate!
Fellow friends that live in SF I want to see if any of you would care to join me in becoming a member of a book club that this woman I work with leads. They meet every first Tuesday of the month to discuss the book, right now they are reading Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Wolf. It’s a mixed group of people from Craigslist, one guy writes for the Chronicle, so it should really be interesting. Let me know if you would like to join me.
I was definitely not looking forward to this past weekend. Brett & I had to go back to our old apartment to get rid of the broken down car sitting in our parking spot and to clean up the apartment so we could return our keys and be done with the place. All week it had been bothering me, the thought that I would have to spend my weekend going back to a place I had spent so much energy hating instead of being able to use my time fixing up our new home. It just felt like I couldn’t move on, part of me stuck in the past with a foot in the future. Saturday I awoke dreading the start of the day knowing I would soon have to leave my nice new place to go to the old stinky one. As I sat on the N-Judah for the more than familiar ride I could feel my chest tighten and I was finding it hard to breath. It was such a strange sensation. I know that I never really liked my old apartment but I didn’t think I would have this reaction. I sat with the feelings and tried to figure out why this was happening and soon I started to feel like my old self. We finally got the car towed and the place cleaned well enough for our liking all without loosing our minds.
The day actually wasn’t as painful as I thought and we finished with enough time to go buy a new couch and still get home in time to meet our guests for dinner (which the fabulous EQ & Jefe made for us) and a fireworks show.
I want to wish my friend James the very happiest of Birthdays today!
Can’t wait till we are all hang out getting drunk in your honor!
Here is to you, James!
As a child I use to have dreams of flying. I would need a path, some sort of runway, and I would run and flap my arms like crazy trying to get enough speed and air to finally get me off the ground. Once airborne I would glide around and see all the tinny people and houses below me as I flapped my arms to help keep me up. Usually the dreams would be really stressful, zombies or Freddy Krueger chasing me around usually trying to kill me or catch me or I don’t know what because as soon as I started to get really freaked out I would remember that I could fly and off I’d go.
I haven’t flown in years. I sort of miss that feeling.
Today is Brett and mine’s 9 year anniversary.
It’s been a great ride full of so much joy and growth.
Thanks for all of it!
Right now in the building across from mine there are protesters asking for fair wages for Janitorial workers.
Fight the Power Janitors!
I’ve never been a morning person. You can ask anyone of my friends and family and they will tell you that they actually would fight over who was going to have to wake me up. But this morning as I left my new house with a fresh cup of coffee in hand to make the trek to the bus stop, I actually thought, “I could do this. Wake up early and see the City start to come alive in the beautiful sunlight.” The walk from my house to the bus stop is so gorgeous with the views of the Castro and Downtown. It actually makes the morning less painful. I feel extremely blessed and thankful for our new place. It still doesn’t feel like it’s ours, more like we are house sitting for a friend or something. I know this will change when we finally get everything unpacked and painted. I just hope that I always feel this way about my place and not take it for granted.
Special props go out to EQ for hanging out with me all day waiting for the movers.
Many Thanks!
We are moving into our new place tomorrow morning and I’m so excited that I just can’t hide it. I’m getting off early from work today (I said getting off, hehe) so I can go home and pack the rest of our stuff. We should be up all night finishing up all the little extras. This doesn’t even include cleaning up the place, just getting everything packed up so the movers can move them tomorrow at 9:00am. I will be going over to our new place early in the morning were the lovely Evil Queen will be joining me in ordering the movers around. So much to do and so little time but...ah, life is good!