So much to share. So many cool pics. If I can figure out how to do a slideshow I'll upload some of my favorites. Highlights so far: hangin' with the Moore family - good peeps & they have a new puppy too!, driving the PCH - how I wished I were in my Camaro or even on a bike, live blues during lunch, all the live music in San Fran - literally on every block there was someone playing.
Need to figure out what the plan for sightseeing is tomorrow but will do it in the morning. On the list: Fisherman's Wharf, cable cars, try to get to Alcatraz, Castro St, Lombard St, Mama says I need to try to find The Doggy Diner too. She said it was a great place to go for chili cheese dogs when they were trashed back in the day. :)
Look for more updates and photos to support the adventure when I can.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Never fear.....
Never fear that my silence the last day or so means I've already given up on this whole blog experiment. Just means I've been busy. Not doing anything of major note. But I'm not so interested in boring anyone, least of all myself, with totally boring, pointless posts. Still trying to figure out what my "blog voice" will be. I suppose it'll reveal itself in time.
Meanwhile, I figure I'd share the story that finally made me decide to blog.
A month or so ago Bret bought a hermit crab to donate to a hospital or other kind of childrens group. $30 got him a weird little plastic cage with a plastic top. It has a handle on top, lots of dirty, mossy stuff in the bottom and one of my good small tupperware containers for water. Or maybe it's a swimming pool for the thing; I don't know.
Several weeks after he's brought it home it's 2 am, I'm in bed playing with my phone and Bret comes home. A few minutes after he enters his bedroom, he comes into the hallway, hands on hips and says "Have you seen my hermit crab?" He says the cage is in perfect shape. Not tipped over or disturbed in any way. That means Delila's safe from being blamed. The next thing that goes thru my mind is Harley & Davis and the crab is history! He asks if he should look for it. Why not? A good seek & find at 2 am is always fun. Next thing you know, I hear a girly shriek. Yes, it really was girly and I'm not exaggerating or embellishing for dramatic effect. Cautiously I called from my bed to see if everything was ok. "He tried to bite me!" Then he comes striding out muttering "I'll show you who has bigger claws" and I see him going back into his room with a set of my good cooking tongs. Very shortly thereafter the hermit crab has been returned to his plastic home. And we figure out how he escaped. Somehow this crab climbed up the wall of his cage, along the top and out the escape hatch that we never noticed. Just trying to imagine the drop from the top of the cage onto the desk and then the fall from the desk top to the floor. I can't say I blame the crab for being pissed off and wanting to bite or pinch someone. Since I'd just seen Good Luck Chuck I figured that should be his name - because he was most certainly lucky to have not attracted Davis' attention! And all I could do, was laugh until I nearly peed myself. And I just knew I had to share this story. Hope it brought a smile to you too.
Meanwhile, I figure I'd share the story that finally made me decide to blog.
A month or so ago Bret bought a hermit crab to donate to a hospital or other kind of childrens group. $30 got him a weird little plastic cage with a plastic top. It has a handle on top, lots of dirty, mossy stuff in the bottom and one of my good small tupperware containers for water. Or maybe it's a swimming pool for the thing; I don't know.
Several weeks after he's brought it home it's 2 am, I'm in bed playing with my phone and Bret comes home. A few minutes after he enters his bedroom, he comes into the hallway, hands on hips and says "Have you seen my hermit crab?" He says the cage is in perfect shape. Not tipped over or disturbed in any way. That means Delila's safe from being blamed. The next thing that goes thru my mind is Harley & Davis and the crab is history! He asks if he should look for it. Why not? A good seek & find at 2 am is always fun. Next thing you know, I hear a girly shriek. Yes, it really was girly and I'm not exaggerating or embellishing for dramatic effect. Cautiously I called from my bed to see if everything was ok. "He tried to bite me!" Then he comes striding out muttering "I'll show you who has bigger claws" and I see him going back into his room with a set of my good cooking tongs. Very shortly thereafter the hermit crab has been returned to his plastic home. And we figure out how he escaped. Somehow this crab climbed up the wall of his cage, along the top and out the escape hatch that we never noticed. Just trying to imagine the drop from the top of the cage onto the desk and then the fall from the desk top to the floor. I can't say I blame the crab for being pissed off and wanting to bite or pinch someone. Since I'd just seen Good Luck Chuck I figured that should be his name - because he was most certainly lucky to have not attracted Davis' attention! And all I could do, was laugh until I nearly peed myself. And I just knew I had to share this story. Hope it brought a smile to you too.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Third times the charm....
Maybe it's because I'm in vacation mode but I'm finding it kinda easy (& a little addicting) to do this blog stuff. Certainly not the huge chore I thought it would be.
Last night was 2SGNO or 2nd Saturday Girls Night Out. As you can see, it was a full house. Had a total blast.
Great company, great conversations and I actually got some things accomplished- you just can't ask for anything more. The boys even love 2SGNO. Mel & Bret were super happy as were 2 of Mel's friends that stopped by. However, I don't think it was all the lovely ladies that they were so taken with. Each one of them got a special light in their eyes when they saw this. :)
Sunday has been pretty much totally lazy. Mel & I had talked about going to Pioneer Village for breakfast and taking Mama. We ended up with a breakfast that would have made the folks up there jealous. Mama made homemade sausage gravy - a feat I will never be able to accomplish. There were eggs, sausage patties, biscuits and hashbrown like things. No matter how I try I can't get those to come out right either!
A little laying around and some pre-season football - GO COWBOYS! - and more chillin' out have kind of made up the day. All in all, not a bad way to spend a Sunday.
Last night was 2SGNO or 2nd Saturday Girls Night Out. As you can see, it was a full house. Had a total blast.
Sunday has been pretty much totally lazy. Mel & I had talked about going to Pioneer Village for breakfast and taking Mama. We ended up with a breakfast that would have made the folks up there jealous. Mama made homemade sausage gravy - a feat I will never be able to accomplish. There were eggs, sausage patties, biscuits and hashbrown like things. No matter how I try I can't get those to come out right either!
A little laying around and some pre-season football - GO COWBOYS! - and more chillin' out have kind of made up the day. All in all, not a bad way to spend a Sunday.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
And so it continues....
Hmm. Made it back for a second day in a row. Not sure how often that'll happen but right now I've got to many things rolling around in my head to talk about to not post. Yeah, I know. Me talking a lot. Shocking.
Stayed up until nearly 2 in the morning last night. After coming home from a Dina Wakely class at The Creative Quest I was inspired to keep playing. Here's a look at the beeswax encaustic tag mini book I did.
My fingers were the loveliest shade of wild plum mixed with yellow & blue and waxy all over. And you'll notice my all time favorite chickie - Bette (pronounced Betty but spelled cooler) - highlighted in this. I had no idea she was a stamp. We used her image in the first art journaling class I did with Dina and somehow I just connected with her. Maybe it's the hands on the hips?? And Mel inadvertently named her. And she became my voice when I was art journaling. You can see my art journal pages here. I really need to update these as I've added to many of them and created more. Perhaps later. (which turned out to be 10 minutes later. figured I'd just do it while I was thinking about it. *sigh*) For now I'm happy looking at my little book, still seeing the colors on my fingers and looking forward to 2SGNO tonight. And plotting how I'm going to get the tools and supplies for encaustic beeswax past Mel as soon as I can find them............ :)
Stayed up until nearly 2 in the morning last night. After coming home from a Dina Wakely class at The Creative Quest I was inspired to keep playing. Here's a look at the beeswax encaustic tag mini book I did.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Today's the first day........
Well. I did it. I finally quit dragging my feet and heming and hawing and decided to blog. Who know's how long it'll last but I'm sure it'll be interesting as long as I do it.
HUGE big thanks and shout out to my good friend JULIE for getting me set up. There's still some tweaking and fluffing I want to do on here but I figured I'd better start actually posting.
Seems like I have about 20 different things on my mind - not unusual - but trying to figure out which one to rant, er TALK about today is the challenge. I think I'm going to start off with simple gratitude though.
I'm awfully lucky. I don't want to ever take that for granted. I live with and am married to my best friend. The kid is working hard to get on and stay on the right path.I love my house which is most definitely a home. You can tell by the slobber marks and dog hair on the furniture and the clutter that seems to accumulate in certain spots. I have a great relation ship with my mom. Neither of us would ever have thought that was even remotely possible when I was 17. And I've been blessed with wonderful people that came into my life and stayed there. For no other reason than that they love me. These people are the family that I've chosen and it just doesn't get any better than them. I'm also fortunate to work, very hard, at a low paying job that I love dearly. Somehow when you work 60 hours a week at a job you love it doesn't feel like work. But even 20 hours at one you're miserable at feels like an eternity.
I could ramble on a little bit more but I think I'll end it here. Welcome to my ramblings. Hope you are amused or that I give you something to think about from time to time.
Have a lovely day.
HUGE big thanks and shout out to my good friend JULIE for getting me set up. There's still some tweaking and fluffing I want to do on here but I figured I'd better start actually posting.
Seems like I have about 20 different things on my mind - not unusual - but trying to figure out which one to rant, er TALK about today is the challenge. I think I'm going to start off with simple gratitude though.
I'm awfully lucky. I don't want to ever take that for granted. I live with and am married to my best friend. The kid is working hard to get on and stay on the right path.I love my house which is most definitely a home. You can tell by the slobber marks and dog hair on the furniture and the clutter that seems to accumulate in certain spots. I have a great relation ship with my mom. Neither of us would ever have thought that was even remotely possible when I was 17. And I've been blessed with wonderful people that came into my life and stayed there. For no other reason than that they love me. These people are the family that I've chosen and it just doesn't get any better than them. I'm also fortunate to work, very hard, at a low paying job that I love dearly. Somehow when you work 60 hours a week at a job you love it doesn't feel like work. But even 20 hours at one you're miserable at feels like an eternity.
I could ramble on a little bit more but I think I'll end it here. Welcome to my ramblings. Hope you are amused or that I give you something to think about from time to time.
Have a lovely day.
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