Haley and I, mad Scottish Country dancers that we are, will again be performing this weekend. It’s our recital! HAHAH 
Presidio Elementary – 29th Ave (between Geary & Clement) – 3-5p
The other mom in the class is going to sit this one out and take pictures, so there should be some good entertainment coming from that!
Details hidden to protect the inn… well, me
Oh, wait! Haley is inno… um. Not to much either 
Less than a week after being short-listed for the Olympic Eventing team, my most favorite (famous) horse in recent history, Theodore O’Connor, had to be euthanized following an accident at home. “Teddy” was not really a horse – he was a pony with a heart twice the size of the biggest horse. He mopped up his competition even as they towered over him.
Karen O’Connor, when she was still Karen Lende, was among my first equestrian heroes. My room was plastered with pictures of her riding The Optimist. Then she married the dashing and brilliant David O’Connor and they became US Equestrian Team royalty. It was an unforgettable honor to meet them both at a clinic in Woodside. They were totally real, incredible teachers, and so super nice. They treat their horses as their family. Karen wears a belt with the bridle tags from all of her past competition horses – a daily tribute to the horses that made her who she is today.
I was SOOO looking forward to watching one of my favorite riders, on an amazing pony show the world that we DO have great talent here. The ultimate underdog: an American on a short little mutt, showing up those with the finest European pedigrees.
Such a tragic loss… I can’t imagine the feeling of sadness at the O’Connor barn.
(all pics courtesy Team O’Connor)
The Vatican just announced that any women ordained, and the Bishops who ordained them, will be automatically excommunicated. Other “offenses” that warrant auto-excom? “Laying violent hands on the Pope.”
Fantastic. Recognizing women who are called and give their life to the church is on par with taking sniper shots at the Popemobile.
Meanwhile, my local church synod – you know, part of the denomination founded by the German scholar who loudly cried BULLSHIT against the Catholic church – just elected a bishop that is supportive of anyone who hears the calling and wishes to devote their life to spreading the Word, regardless of their sex, their race, their marital status, their sexual orientation, or if their gender identification is in alignment to the gender on their birth certificate.
Last time I checked judgment was the sole domain of… not us. With all the pedophiles and serial killers you think God is really going to take issue with whether a Catholic priest has a penis or not? And if God really does care, will a woman who hears the calling so strong that she goes and makes herself a man, get extra super duper Heaven points for all that effort?
It’s an honest question.
So I put the new box spring under my mattress and HOLY JEHOSHAPHAT it’s high up there now! I think I got a little altitude sickness for a minute :-P
Honestly though… once I got to sleep, I slept. Soundly.
Oh! I just got a text from DHL! My new memory foam mattress (and 2 pillows!) is on the truck for delivery. It’ll need to air out a couple days, but it will definitely be ready for my tired bones on Sunday after our dance performance!
(Ewww, gross. Can you see why I can’t wait to redo my room?? Tired, bland, blech!)
But… Yay for sleep! Yay for progress!
So I’m sitting here, reading Apartment Therapy (shocking, yes, I know) and there’s a post titled “$3 Makeover”. Well of course my cheap-ass penny pinching frugal heart sang at such a thought!
Scanning through I see this pic…
… and HEY! I have a statue! And it’s pretty tired! It has chips and owies from the eight moves it’s endured, and it blends in to the dark shelf it sits on.
So, I turn to the peanut gallery and ask you, “what color?” I’m thinking gloss turquoise might be kind of hot – ooh, or hot pink? Chrome? Gloss white?
(please answer in the comments – muchas gracias!)
** See! Cool, huh?
Only staying at my house long enough to make a mess from Thursday through last night has created a daunting to-do list – just to get back to where I was last Wednesday 
Realization: One thing just put “down” and not put “away” leads to many things where they don’t belong. It is a mudslide triggered by one speck of dirt.
Yeah, yeah. I’m sure every body already knows this and blah blah blah… Some of us are a little slow on the uptake/need a lightning bolt to the head for things to sink in.
I am finding it a little difficult to move on with things – even once I clear the detritus of late. Finding just *the* linens for my room is proving difficult. I may have to change my strategy (NO!!) Motivating myself to sand down the entire bathroom is impossible. Just knowing that everything will be blanketed in a thin film of white dust (highly toxic no doubt based on the quality of workmanship exhibited throughout my place), and that dust will certainly make its way outside the bathroom… ICK, with a capital I, C and K.
Of course from there I’ll be able to crank it out in no time, but that’s not really helping me empty the room and git-to-gittin.
Any body care to offer me a little incentive? 
Really, just having some help with something would get me off my ass. Can you believe that except for the baseboards everything has been me and me alone? What happened to “it takes a village”? Oh yeah, that’s raising children, not painting apartments, huh? Dammit. Ok, anyone want to take the child?
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So, if you’ve been lurking because you’re lazy (like me!) please come out and sass back!
“Potential” was certainly there for an epic weekend, but living my life between two houses and a barn took a toll for sure.
Sunday morning I decided I should start looking for a queen boxspring as part of my bedroom glamorization (and because I am desperately trying to improve my sleep prospects).
Spend 15 seconds searching CL until I find a free split(!!) queen boxspring in my ‘hood.
Sunday night I have a nearly brand new SealyPosturepedic queen boxspring leaning against my fridge.
Value: $402
A new and pressing chore – oh joy.
The mail, as a rule, is not my friend. It delivers mostly financial encumbrances and things to shred.
On Saturday a letter from the San Francisco Unified School district arrived. Generally that’s not a good thing. Generally it’s news of the Little Missy not keeping her hands to herself on the bus, or demanding that I pony up for yet another lost library book.
This time the SFUSD wrote to proclaim my child’s brilliance!
Smartypants is officially GATE identified: she’d gifted and talented! She was identified at the first opportunity (3rd grade – many kids are identified in later grades) and the official qualification was her standardized test scores in both language arts and math being in the 90th percentile!
And I was worried that she’d be labeled as “problem child”, “trouble” or “kingpin”… but I can rest easy that her label is “brain”!
Since I’ll be stuck house sitting this weekend I’m not sure if I’ll post any pearls of wisdom. Instead I’ll be locked away in this dump, forced to take long rides on the beach, and dragged out for endless hours of dancing.
Yeah, I know. My life sucks.
At least I should have some good stories come Tuesday
Who would have bought records from a 17 year old ballad singer? Love songs that make you feel a little pedo? Ick.
For the next 4 days my friend Susan is out of town so I will be watching over her house, dog and horse. Her house is my favorite house ever – it’s just gorgeous. (Maybe I’ll sneak some pics while I’m there )
A house, a dog, and a horse… All things I love and want… I always jump on board when she needs a sitter. Who would have guessed that this morning I’m feeling a little bummed? And why, you ask?
BECAUSE I LIKE MY HOUSE NOW, TOO!
*sigh*
Me? Paint?? Zebra stipes???
What was I smoking yesterday, and why did I stop?
I tried, though, and you could totally tell it would have looked boss had a palsy not set in my hand the moment I picked up a brush. The pattern was looking good, but I just couldn’t get a smooth stroke out of the paint if my life depended on it.
I’m glad I discovered my ineptitude on a piece of poster board. And I think I’m doing pretty damn well if that was my first design face plant during this adventure! Sure, I’ve changed courses and done some reworking of things, but what can you expect with all my training and education?
We’ve been keeping fresh flowers around the house for a few weeks now. It’s part of our commitment to making our home feel special. (And what girl doesn’t love pretty, pretty flowers? )
(Digital camera is up and running!)
… but at least they’re on the wall now, decorating the place with their bad selves.
I know they deserve better (framing) so I am going to live with them a bit and ponder the perfect way to display these panels so their magnificence can be fully appreciated!
You know you need to buy pretty things for yourself from UmberDove
And all my Azorian DNA was running full throttle this weekend! Krylon makes an unbelievable chrome spray paint, so I am elevating my Papa’s silver metallic affinity to a whole new level!
(Look at those cute little part-breeds)
That is the original frame to that picture. It was some 70′s fabulous oak kind of color. Now it’s a SHINY THING!!
This tray had a kind of cool old world map on it, but it was a little banged up and the aged parchment look just had no place in my Girly Modern Fabu-Palace. *ahem* This morning inspiration struck me: I am going to paint some zebra stripes on it tonight.
Go ahead, doubt me… it’s gonna kick ass!
Quite by accident I discovered that my Nana & Papa’s old card table was just the *perfect* dining/worktable solution for my space. It’s been sitting in my coat closet since the day I moved here, and it has never been used. Back in The Day, my mom’s parents used it in their travel trailer. Later it was passed on to me and it lived in my old VW Westie. It has seen more card games and camp-out dinners than you can even imagine. (I seem to recall it being the site of a campstove flame out too )
When I needed a sewing table I remembered it was back there in the closet. I couldn’t believe how perfectly it fit in my livingroom. It was big enough to be handy, yet not so big that it took up the whole room – and it belonged to the best grandparents ever to grace this green earth.
But, it was a table only a granddaughter could love… it was beat
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