I'm not really sure what's going on with my blog. It seems the color is off and the sidebars aren't lining up correctly. And seeing as my computer geek is out of town until Sunday it's just going to have to stay like this until then. Sorry!
Edit: Fixed! I always forget and leave image tags open. Silly me.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
I'm not a groupie, I'm a band aid.
How was the Counting Crows concert you ask? Pretty damn good. Except for that other band that played; I was a little less than impressed with them. But Counting Crows were excellent, much much better than I was hoping they would be.
But I do have some words of advice for Mr. Adam Duritz. You see, Mr. Duritz came out before the show to drop off a set list at the sound booth and a group of fans gathered around him. Mr. Duritz was pretty miserable about said group of fans but reluctantly signed autographes and took pictures. My words of advice are: if you don't want to be bothered before the show, stay backstage. I'm sure you have a roadie or someone to run your errands. And if you must come out, at least smile a little when dorky girls want to take a picture with you.
But I do have some words of advice for Mr. Adam Duritz. You see, Mr. Duritz came out before the show to drop off a set list at the sound booth and a group of fans gathered around him. Mr. Duritz was pretty miserable about said group of fans but reluctantly signed autographes and took pictures. My words of advice are: if you don't want to be bothered before the show, stay backstage. I'm sure you have a roadie or someone to run your errands. And if you must come out, at least smile a little when dorky girls want to take a picture with you.
Monday, June 26, 2006
I'm not going to be able to move tomorrow
I'm getting better at dangling. Much better. Today I finished a 5.5 climb and a 5.6 which, while not overly impressive, was quite the feat for me. I tried some 5.7's but I'm just too damn short to reach all of the holds. Stupid bad genetics. According to Jason, I rocketed up one wall. Me, rocketed! Exciting!
I've been busy at work. So busy and stressed that I'm grinding my teeth at night and now have to wear a super sexy mouth guard while sleeping. Well, I guess grinding my teeth is better than my body's other way of dealing with stress, puking every morning at 5 am. Remember that Mom? When you could set a clock by my stress puking? Ah, good times.
I've been busy at work. So busy and stressed that I'm grinding my teeth at night and now have to wear a super sexy mouth guard while sleeping. Well, I guess grinding my teeth is better than my body's other way of dealing with stress, puking every morning at 5 am. Remember that Mom? When you could set a clock by my stress puking? Ah, good times.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
living life in the fast lane
What a fun, slow weekend Jason and I have had thus far. In the past few weeks it seems like we rarely get to spend time at home and since we somehow managed to get a weekend with no plans we decided to use that to be homebodies, do some cleaning, and maybe get some dangle time in (aka go to the climbing gym). And Jason had time to sort his Warlord cards and work on his D&D story. Oh yeah! He was double dorking this weekend.
The weekend started Friday night with the Radiohead concert in Berkeley. The venue was really nice, an outdoor Greek style theater that was just the perfect size for concerts. I was amazed by the fog that rolled into the theatre as dusk hit, until I realized it wasn't fog, just huge quantities of pot smoke. You would have been hard pressed to find anyone besides Jason and I that wasn't stoned. In fact, I'm pretty sure just sitting in that theatre got us a little stoned. Jason did ask for five more churros when he was finished the one I bought him.
Anyway, the show was good. Thom Yorke had technical problems with mics and such all throughout the set and got to throw hissy fits at his crew. A few times I was sure he was going to storm off the stage and I know I wasn't the only person thinking that. There were a few moments it seemed the whole crowd held their breath to see if he was going to continue with the set. Or maybe everyone had just taken a hit and was holding it in. Now that think of it, the silences were followed by everyone coughing when they exhaled.
When Radiohead left the stage during their first break Jason turned to me and asked if I wanted to go. And in true 80-year-old style I said yeah. I remember when you wouldn't have been able to drag me out of a venue even after the band was done, the lights were on, and security was dragging all the knocked out moshers off the pit floor. But last night it just seemed like a good idea to leave during the first break. Jason had heard the songs he wanted to hear and I had gotten up at 7am for work that morning, so why not beat traffic and leave ahead of the crowd? On the way out of the gates we were handed AARP cards and told we were officially eligible for senior citizen discounts at Denny's.
This morning Jason had his belay class at Planet Granite and once he was done with that we got our climb on. And by "got our climb on" I mean: got about half way up the wall while 9 year-olds flew past us on much harder walls, laughing and mocking us the whole time. I think I was called granny by one of them.
Okay so it wasn't that bad, but the gym was crawling with kids that were doing much better than Jason and I. We tried a few medium level walls and couldn't manage to complete them. We were there for a couple of hours and were tired and beaten up at the end of it. Well, Jason was beat up. He slammed into the wall of the way down one time and got a scrapped knee and elbow. That'll teach him for making me dangle.
Tonight we've hung out at the apartment, not doing much of anything. As I previously mentioned, Jason played with his Warlord cards and worked on his D&D story. I did some laundry, washed some dishes, and ironed. Hells yeah, I'm just like Donna Reed. Give me a pair of pearls and the transformation will be complete.
I hate to admit it, but my plans for tomorrow aren't much more excited than tonight's. I've got to do some more cleaning, read some of magazines that are piling up and overtaking the living room, and maybe run back to the gym to use their fancy schmancy workout equipment. If I'm feeling really adventurous I might run to the mall to return some things I bought, but don't fit.
I know, it's hard to imagine how any life can be this fast paced and exciting. It's a darn good thing I bought a planner to keep track of everything.
The weekend started Friday night with the Radiohead concert in Berkeley. The venue was really nice, an outdoor Greek style theater that was just the perfect size for concerts. I was amazed by the fog that rolled into the theatre as dusk hit, until I realized it wasn't fog, just huge quantities of pot smoke. You would have been hard pressed to find anyone besides Jason and I that wasn't stoned. In fact, I'm pretty sure just sitting in that theatre got us a little stoned. Jason did ask for five more churros when he was finished the one I bought him.
Anyway, the show was good. Thom Yorke had technical problems with mics and such all throughout the set and got to throw hissy fits at his crew. A few times I was sure he was going to storm off the stage and I know I wasn't the only person thinking that. There were a few moments it seemed the whole crowd held their breath to see if he was going to continue with the set. Or maybe everyone had just taken a hit and was holding it in. Now that think of it, the silences were followed by everyone coughing when they exhaled.
When Radiohead left the stage during their first break Jason turned to me and asked if I wanted to go. And in true 80-year-old style I said yeah. I remember when you wouldn't have been able to drag me out of a venue even after the band was done, the lights were on, and security was dragging all the knocked out moshers off the pit floor. But last night it just seemed like a good idea to leave during the first break. Jason had heard the songs he wanted to hear and I had gotten up at 7am for work that morning, so why not beat traffic and leave ahead of the crowd? On the way out of the gates we were handed AARP cards and told we were officially eligible for senior citizen discounts at Denny's.
This morning Jason had his belay class at Planet Granite and once he was done with that we got our climb on. And by "got our climb on" I mean: got about half way up the wall while 9 year-olds flew past us on much harder walls, laughing and mocking us the whole time. I think I was called granny by one of them.
Okay so it wasn't that bad, but the gym was crawling with kids that were doing much better than Jason and I. We tried a few medium level walls and couldn't manage to complete them. We were there for a couple of hours and were tired and beaten up at the end of it. Well, Jason was beat up. He slammed into the wall of the way down one time and got a scrapped knee and elbow. That'll teach him for making me dangle.
Tonight we've hung out at the apartment, not doing much of anything. As I previously mentioned, Jason played with his Warlord cards and worked on his D&D story. I did some laundry, washed some dishes, and ironed. Hells yeah, I'm just like Donna Reed. Give me a pair of pearls and the transformation will be complete.
I hate to admit it, but my plans for tomorrow aren't much more excited than tonight's. I've got to do some more cleaning, read some of magazines that are piling up and overtaking the living room, and maybe run back to the gym to use their fancy schmancy workout equipment. If I'm feeling really adventurous I might run to the mall to return some things I bought, but don't fit.
I know, it's hard to imagine how any life can be this fast paced and exciting. It's a darn good thing I bought a planner to keep track of everything.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
the true story of how I became a human cat toy
I bet your wondering how rock climbing went? Well, once inside the gym I saw people hanging from the ropes and I decided I do. not. want. to. dangle. I have absolutely zero desire to become a giant cat toy. I took the beginner belay class and at one point we each had to climb the wall and fall off at some point so our partner could practice catching us. Yeah, there was no letting go happening while I was on the wall. There was much clinging and some shaking happening but no letting go. When I finally did kinda let go it wasn't a surprise for my belay partner since the instructor was standing next to her telling me I absolutely had to fall.
After the class Jason and I went to dinner and discussed if we would be joining the big giant cat toy gym. I was a bit nervous about joining since, as I mentioned before, I do. not. want. to. dangle. But Jason was very excited about the thought of dangling and the gym also has really nice cardio equipment and I think I agreed to join by accepting the slice of chocolate strawberry pie he had ordered and placed in front of me at just the right moment. Sly bastard, using my weakness for pie against me.
So now we are members of Planet Granite. And Jason can be happy dangling. And I'll slowly learn that hanging onto a wall for dear life is a valid form of exercise.
After the class Jason and I went to dinner and discussed if we would be joining the big giant cat toy gym. I was a bit nervous about joining since, as I mentioned before, I do. not. want. to. dangle. But Jason was very excited about the thought of dangling and the gym also has really nice cardio equipment and I think I agreed to join by accepting the slice of chocolate strawberry pie he had ordered and placed in front of me at just the right moment. Sly bastard, using my weakness for pie against me.
So now we are members of Planet Granite. And Jason can be happy dangling. And I'll slowly learn that hanging onto a wall for dear life is a valid form of exercise.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Aimee Mann and rock climbing
Who would have thought that a free concert in a huge city would be really crowded and getting there a mere 2 hours before the show started was not early enough?!?
This was the view of the stage from where we camped out:
While it was really cool to sit and listen to music outside, surrounded by tress, it might have been nice to have a clear view of the stage as well. Ah well, maybe next time.
Here's a picture of the crowd in front of the stage:
Can you see why this is such a neat venue for a show? I can't wait for the Shakespeare festival in the fall.
Tomorrow night I have my first class at the rock climbing gym. It's just a beginner belay class to see if I like scaling fake rock cliffs to reach the top and experience the joy of ringing a bell. The thing I don't understand is why Jason signed me up for this when two of his friends have recently broken limbs doing almost this exact same thing. It's like he somehow got the idea that I'm coordinated and strong enough to cling to a wall and propel myself upwards at the same time. If I end up with a broken arm, I'm going to be the first person to tell him "I told you so"
This was the view of the stage from where we camped out:
While it was really cool to sit and listen to music outside, surrounded by tress, it might have been nice to have a clear view of the stage as well. Ah well, maybe next time.
Here's a picture of the crowd in front of the stage:
Can you see why this is such a neat venue for a show? I can't wait for the Shakespeare festival in the fall.
Tomorrow night I have my first class at the rock climbing gym. It's just a beginner belay class to see if I like scaling fake rock cliffs to reach the top and experience the joy of ringing a bell. The thing I don't understand is why Jason signed me up for this when two of his friends have recently broken limbs doing almost this exact same thing. It's like he somehow got the idea that I'm coordinated and strong enough to cling to a wall and propel myself upwards at the same time. If I end up with a broken arm, I'm going to be the first person to tell him "I told you so"
Friday, June 16, 2006
I'm a social butterfly
Here's what I have on my calendar for the next few weeks, just in case you are concerned with my social life:
Saturday, the 17th Crawdad Festival
Sunday, the 18th Aimee Mann, for free, at Stern Grove
Friday, the 23rd Radiohead concert at Berkeley
Tuesday, the 27th Counting Crows concert
Sunday, the 2nd of July the Violent Femmes and Dresden Dolls concert (It seems I'm going to this one by myself, but I have an extra ticket if anyone is interested)
hmmm, feels like I'm forgetting something.
Saturday, the 17th Crawdad Festival
Sunday, the 18th Aimee Mann, for free, at Stern Grove
Friday, the 23rd Radiohead concert at Berkeley
Tuesday, the 27th Counting Crows concert
Sunday, the 2nd of July the Violent Femmes and Dresden Dolls concert (It seems I'm going to this one by myself, but I have an extra ticket if anyone is interested)
hmmm, feels like I'm forgetting something.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
it's official, I can sleep through anything.
Apparently there was an earthquake this morning at 5:24 am. And I slept through it. Dammit! I was looking forward to experiencing an earthquake and I slept through it. Grrrr, and if I were going to have to experience an earthquake I would have liked it to be this one. A nice small earthquake that causes no damage.
Sheesh, with my luck the next earthquake with be HUGE. As in, everything crumbles around me while I'm trapped under a bookshelf, huge. Lily will have to gnaw through my leg to free me. It's not going to be pretty.
Sheesh, with my luck the next earthquake with be HUGE. As in, everything crumbles around me while I'm trapped under a bookshelf, huge. Lily will have to gnaw through my leg to free me. It's not going to be pretty.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
If I weren't so tired I would come up with a better title than this
Why have there been no posts lately? Well life is boring and routine and I can't find one good thing to discuss on here. And I can't access my blog from work and therefore can't spend my lunch hour making a post. Yes, I understand that March of Dimes wants me to get some work done during the day but it would be awfully nice if they could also let me have acccess to my lovely site to write about how happy I am to be working for them (for true-sies, I am happy to be working for them).
In other news I'm in search of the perfect brief case/ laptop bag. It should hold a 12" iBook, my fancy schamcy new planner (did you click on the link? Isn't it oh so adult of me to have a planner?), and a Moleskin notebook. Apparently they make bags that fit this description, but they are designed for aging hipster college professors or young hip guys that work at tech companies. They are not designed for girls that are hip yet understand a messenger bag can't go everywhere. Sorry, I'm not really mad at aging hipster college professors, I'm just tired and cranky. I guess I should go to bed.
In other news I'm in search of the perfect brief case/ laptop bag. It should hold a 12" iBook, my fancy schamcy new planner (did you click on the link? Isn't it oh so adult of me to have a planner?), and a Moleskin notebook. Apparently they make bags that fit this description, but they are designed for aging hipster college professors or young hip guys that work at tech companies. They are not designed for girls that are hip yet understand a messenger bag can't go everywhere. Sorry, I'm not really mad at aging hipster college professors, I'm just tired and cranky. I guess I should go to bed.
Wednesday, June 7, 2006
Dear blog,
Hi, how are you? Sorry I haven't written in a while, life has been really busy and tiring. Really really tiring. In fact, I would much rather be asleep right now than writing this, but I missed you.
I started working this past Wednesday (a week ago today, awwww) and I've been struggling to keep my head above water since then. My boss has been going out of town for various reasons, leaving me to fend for myself and that's been the part that's wearing me out. So much to learn and I've got to learn it quickly and all on my own. Fun!
It's finally starting to get hot here in California. And by get hot I mean the other day I thought about wearing shorts and then realized this isn't really hot. Hot is 4274029% humidity and your shirt glued to your back by a layer of sweat that started to build the second you moved from your bed that morning, and you die if you wear long pants. We are not nearly that hot, although the way Californian's whine about the heat you would think we lived in hell and the devil was only providing hot cocoa to drink. And the devil's also making you wear a fuzzy wool scarf. That's how hot Californian's think it is. Big, whiney babies.
I had a run in with a toilet last night. I frequent this place that has bathrooms with heated toilet seats, frontal and rear cleaning features as well as a butt dryer. So last night I hit the frontal cleansing button just to see what it's about. Well, that was a mistake. The stream of water shot out with such force it scared me and I started laughing so hard I nearly fell off the toilet. I couldn't figure out how to stop the cleaning so I stood up and water continued to shoot out and got all over the bottom of my shirt. I couldn't get it to stop spraying so I had to sit back down. I finally figured out how to stop it but by then I couldn't stop laughing. Thankfully I was the only person in the bathroom because I'm sure I sounded like a nutjob, laughing at myself with water spraying everywhere. Lesson learned, never choose frontal cleansing again. If you are interested in installing your own personal bidet at home you can order one here. Seriously, try to contain your excitement.
Again blog, I'm sorry we haven't kept in touch. I'll try to be better about writing to you in the future but you have to promise to write back. This can't be a one way relationship, I can't give all the time. Sometimes I need to get some love and attention too.
Sincerely,
Regan
I started working this past Wednesday (a week ago today, awwww) and I've been struggling to keep my head above water since then. My boss has been going out of town for various reasons, leaving me to fend for myself and that's been the part that's wearing me out. So much to learn and I've got to learn it quickly and all on my own. Fun!
It's finally starting to get hot here in California. And by get hot I mean the other day I thought about wearing shorts and then realized this isn't really hot. Hot is 4274029% humidity and your shirt glued to your back by a layer of sweat that started to build the second you moved from your bed that morning, and you die if you wear long pants. We are not nearly that hot, although the way Californian's whine about the heat you would think we lived in hell and the devil was only providing hot cocoa to drink. And the devil's also making you wear a fuzzy wool scarf. That's how hot Californian's think it is. Big, whiney babies.
I had a run in with a toilet last night. I frequent this place that has bathrooms with heated toilet seats, frontal and rear cleaning features as well as a butt dryer. So last night I hit the frontal cleansing button just to see what it's about. Well, that was a mistake. The stream of water shot out with such force it scared me and I started laughing so hard I nearly fell off the toilet. I couldn't figure out how to stop the cleaning so I stood up and water continued to shoot out and got all over the bottom of my shirt. I couldn't get it to stop spraying so I had to sit back down. I finally figured out how to stop it but by then I couldn't stop laughing. Thankfully I was the only person in the bathroom because I'm sure I sounded like a nutjob, laughing at myself with water spraying everywhere. Lesson learned, never choose frontal cleansing again. If you are interested in installing your own personal bidet at home you can order one here. Seriously, try to contain your excitement.
Again blog, I'm sorry we haven't kept in touch. I'll try to be better about writing to you in the future but you have to promise to write back. This can't be a one way relationship, I can't give all the time. Sometimes I need to get some love and attention too.
Sincerely,
Regan
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