31 August 2010


A week has passed and I can't say it feels any better. If anything...now is the time when the thoughts really get to you because everyone is gone and life is supposed to get back to a new normal.

It's been particularly hard leaning on other people. I am not used to doing that...most of the time I am trying to take care of other people and helping them. I tend to internalize things more (because of this, I was recently called a cold City girl; hearing that from the person who said it pretty much broke my heart) and this is one thing I am not quite sure how to handle.

My friends have been awesome and told me I get til my birthday to be as messy as I need to be. Hopefully I can pull it together before then.

My dad's service was pretty awesome. There had to have been at least 500 people there...from what we heard, there were people standing on the steps outside of the church because there was no room in the entryway. At the end, my brother had the idea to have everyone sing "That's Amore," one of my dad's favorite songs. Everyone did sing, and...well, it was the coolest. I took a video, which may be less than classy at a funeral service but it was too awesome not to.

26 August 2010

This is the Sh*ts

It almost seems foolish to mourn men who died. Rather, we should thank God that such men lived."

RIP, Daddy.

This just sucks.

23 August 2010

Yes, please!!

The sun is finally out, and the heat turned up! Whoo-hoo...

Hopefully this means the start of our late summer (even though it is only supposed to be hot until Wednesday)...and with Labor Day coming soon, hopefully it means the end of what was a pretty crappy traditional summer for me.

Enjoy...the view from the treadmill at my gym!

18 August 2010

Day Trippin'

Supposedly, it is summertime. Apparently, those of us in SF and the immediate Bay Area have done something to offend Mother Nature, because not only has she not deemed it appropriate to wake up the sun much, she also hasn't turned the heat up past 60F...FOR OVER SIX WEEKS.

Now, you might say...Mark Twain once claimed, "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." You'd be right in that it is usually cool here in the summer (but not that Mark Twain said it...someone else did). And, every year we all kind of complain, but by August our whines are silenced and the weather turns up and we can wear skirts and dresses once in a while and not have to wear boots and tights with them. This year, however, has been more than riduculous.

What? Me? Upset? No...I really LOVE being doused in fog while walking my dog in the morning and wearing my winter jacket to work every day. In August.

So, it seems appropriate that on the weekends, we try to escape. I think we would do that normally, but it feels even more desperate now. With no sun and only cold, it is too easy to spend every night curled up in front of the heater (no kidding...many of my friends have been pumping theirs on full blast lately. In AUGUST.).

My fingers are crossed that the next few weekends will be warm up north at the River. In an effort to break out of the city and into nature (ahhh...nature...love), my friend and I are taking a little drive on Saturday to hopefully drink a little wine and hit the beach for a few hours. Will the sun touch us with its beautiful rays? We can only hope.

Same goes for the next two weekends...the next one, a group of friends and I are heading up (sans parents, I think, for possibly the first time ever in my life, not for the best of reasons, unfortunately. And, yes, I am an "adult"...amazing) for a weekend of beach and floating to the bridge (and perhaps some flip cup here & there), and then the final weekend, Labor Day, when I wasn't really planning on going up but certain circumstances have made my presence more necessary.

Three weekends at the River. I don't know that I've done that since I was a teenager. Hopefully, the earth will tilt on its axis enough to grace us with some sun!

14 August 2010


A few weeks ago, I participated in JP Morgan Chase's corporate challenge. It was a 3.5 mile challenge that took us down the Embarcadero and around the ballpark.

I meant to write about it then, but...you know me, I forget!

It came back to mind because I was talking about it to one of my friends last night about it, and she was mad at me that I did so well. Hee. (sorry, Lis, couldn't resist).

And do well I did! I started out running with a few coworkers, but they were a little too fast for me. Turns out, I was a little too fast for a few others. So I ran solo, which can be tough sometimes when you're trying to push yourself. I knew I was going at a fast clip, but felt like I was in the back of the pack. As I turned the corner to finish up on the pier, I tried to sprint but I had really nothing left.

It's no wonder...I had finished the race with an 8.56/mile average. Under 9 minutes a mile.

In the immortal words of Joey Russo...WHOA!

11 August 2010

Fingers Crossed: Moving Forward

Score one for love!!

Last week, the California Supreme Court ruled that Proposition 8 was unconstitutional.

I've talked about this issue before, and was really happy with the decision. I could talk about it ad naseum, but, I feel that this clip is more compelling and eloquent than I could be...

09 August 2010

El Fin: Boozehound Legacy

For many years, almost everyone around me heard me talking about this Sports Club thing that sucked up a good majority of my free time (usually in a really good way). Most of my friends played at some point, I was on the board for years and then ran it...until I didn't. And it was a great run, those 5 or 6 years.

Our team, the Boozehounds, is still going strong and carrying on our legacy. But it was really, really fun while it lasted (and I went out as a champion, so...can't get much better than that! [I won't say champion of what because it's a lil' embarrassing]).