I am tidying up loose ends at work today… my last day will be a very brief one… tomorrow! After lunch with the office ladies I will be running home just in time to meet Rae Rae, pick up The Child, and go to Willits.
*contented sigh*
I’ll be back next week, though, so dont’t you worry your pretty little heads. Have a superduperfanfreakingtastic weekend!
Dear President Obama,
You need help with those white walls and that blaaaaaaaaand color palette. I’m your girl.
xoxo
Emily
p.s. I just love saying “President Obama”
p.p.s. I promise I won’t hit on your Chief of Staff there, even though he’s kind of cute :-D
photo from HuffPo
Yeah, yeah… I know. I’ve been a total slacker. It’s not without reason, though!
Christmas was lovely, and New Years Eve started off the year in typical insane SF style. First a “respectable” NYE party… It was held in a furniture showroom (c’mon! how perfect!!) that had been cleared out for the occasion. Of course the kitchen installations along the walls remained so Rae and I were compelled to play Vanna White and demonstrate their bad-ass-itude.
After a disco nap and much trying on of Steve B’s Burning Man attire… then it was out to “Breakfast of Champions” – at 5:00am! (Yes, 5 in the morning). It was a SF Freak Fest of the highest order and I was Queen for a Day! At least it felt like it. Steve B and I held court in our matching tutu’s 
(yes, we planned that)
Ahhh… I love my crazy friends!
It was a tough adjustment going back to work: I was off since before Christmas. Even though I had been living the life of leisure I was having a ridiculous time sleeping. Of course people who don’t sleep well also have a propensity for being overweight and I’ve also been packing on the pounds 
On NYE one of my dear friends – who shall remain nameless because they meant no offense – said I was a “beautiful, thick woman” WHAAAA??? OMG – what happened to the days when people suspected me of binging and purging because I was sooooo skinny? People used to say I was “tiny” – now I’m “thick”? SHOOT ME. NOW.
So… I finally manned-up and went to the Doctor about not sleeping and I got the third degree about why a new patient would be seeing a doctor to get sleeping pills (shocking, huh?) He was pretty intimidating and I don’t really blame him. I’m sure I’m not the first semi-normal looking yahoo that’s waltzed in to his office looking for a scrip. Whilst being interrogated about why I was looking for sleeping pills it totally slipped my mind to bring up the fact that my stomach has been killing me since my birthday. Not surprisingly the day after I see a doctor about my insomnia I end up at the Acute Care Center at UCSF doubled over in agonizing pain. (FYI – UCSF rules! Go there if you’re sick and in SF!) After 2 weeks off work I ended up taking almost another 2 days off last week while I was high as a kite on Percocet 
The good news is that the meds they gave me for my stomach are working finally. And just as good is that I lost 7 pounds last week! HAHA Well, if you can’t find the silver lining what’s the point, right? Yesterday Haley and I did Tai Chi AND walked, and this morning I got my well-rested ass out of bed at 6am (yes SIX!) and walked again – though much more vigorously without The Child. We now have a pact that we must walk after dinner every night in order to earn our 40 calorie frozen juice bar. I’m also obsessively measuring and counting everything. I am challenging myself to see how much I can drop before my trip to Colorado next month. I *am* eating right and exercising so STFU if you feel the urge to get all up in my business about that
Seemingly 2009 was off to a relatively decent start – time off, addressed health issues, addressed the horrifying numbers on my scale… except for one thing.
While I was on the phone to the Help Nurse who suggested my trip to UCSF about my stomach, my boss tapped me on the shoulder and told me to meet him in one of the conference rooms when I got off the phone. I work for an investment bank – I’m sure you can see the handwriting on the wall, can’t you? He was waiting there for me with the personnel lady. We had the talk that countless numbers have had lately. Economic downturn… blah blah… reduction in workforce… blah blah… your hours are going to be cut in half… blah… WHAT? Yeah… I’m getting put on half-time as of Feb. 1st. Maybe… I also have the option of cutting my hours to zero.
2009 blew in on a technicolor whirlwind, but now I’m left to ponder just what I am going to do. Every crazy thought imaginable has crossed my mind and I can’t deny that most of them revolve around me being sick and tired of being sick and tired doing office work. It sucks to be a victim of your own skills. I am very employable in an office and I make decent money doing it – but I’m not happy. It’s nice to be able to travel and buy a new sofa, but on a daily basis I feel like I’m just frittering my life away.
I’ve got lots to think about… I’ll try to be better at posting but it’s likely to be my ruminations on my future, and unless you enjoy being a voyeur to someone’s not-too-interesting life, it probably won’t be too thrilling. Hopefully the wit and charm you’ve grown to expect on this here blog – SHHH! – will return sooner rather than later!
Maggie and her guilty pleasure, blanket sucking
Still waiting for official diagnosis, but it’s not cancer and that’s all that matters!
… Now I’ve got loved ones to pray for, too.
First up: Miss Maggie Jones
My four-legged “sister” had to have surgery unexpectedly yesterday for a mass growing deep in her shoulder. We are all on the edge of our seats awaiting test results from the ugly alien grossness that was removed.
Maggie and The Child
And next: Another family member – this time of the two-legged variety.
Without broadcasting someone else’s health issues, I just wanted to mention that I’m sending my “good test” vibes her way. I’m hoping that this time it really isn’t something to worry about.
**HUGS**
Even though I personally searched the school grounds, every square inch of the house, called the school district and the bus company… the violin HAS BEEN FOUND!
Funny enough, my 2nd riding student ever just so happens to be the dispatcher for the SF school busses. I called her last week and left a message for her. Well, she went and talked to the bus driver, who loves her, and he said “OH! That’s HALEY’S?” Luckily he’s been holding it under lock and key – and not where they usually hold lost items. Thank God for my friends in odd places!
Haley and her violin will be reunited this afternoon. How much do you want to bet that will never happen again?
For the first time in recent memory Haley has lost something – and it isn’t lost because I took it away! When she “loses” things they are BIG: Nintendo DS, her laptop, Webkinz, TV for extended periods… And the maddening thing is that once she’s had a cry about it, she’s over it like it never even existed. (Great “punishment”, eh?)
But last night when she was getting her school bag ready for the morning so realized something was missing – and she LOST it. Not only is it something she loves, it is something with which she has set a goal for herself with zero pressure from me. Really, that’s a first. I’ve been waiting and waiting for her to find something she was really In To, all on her own.
And you know what? For once I feel sorry for her. We have looked high and low for it and it is nowhere to be found. My budget has no room for replacing it any time soon.
This morning Haley missed the school bus because she took her stupid pirate book and not her violin. (Goodbye pirate book)
Had to take a $10 cab.
As I am reaching in to my purse I notice it’s wet inside. The cat fucking pissed in my $500 purse (it was a gift, so STFU) and everything is soaked.
Have to overdraw myself to pay for cab.
The 48 was nowhere to be seen so I walked 5 blocks to the L.
10 blocks in to my ride, the doors on the train wouldn’t shut so we all got kicked off.
20 minutes later I take the next (late) L. That train is REALLY slow due to the disabled train ahead of us (the one with the broken doors)
I get to work now almost an hour late. I left home TWO HOURS AGO.
I get to hand delete text fragments AGAIN from over 4000 cells in a spreadsheet. I did it before and someone else fucked up the file.
Oh yeah – I’m still reeling from the $9,596.00 bill I received yesterday. That is what it’s going to cost me to save 7 of my teeth. Yes, they are all in the front of my mouth. Only then can we address the other 5 that are already missing and the braces I need AGAIN.
Happy Fucking Friday – Whoop De Fucking Do
I can assure you the venue was purely coincidental, and is certainly not indicative of some hidden Sunset seedy underbelly. The crime blotter for our district is full of rice rockets with stolen rims and stereos. Most drama is confined to the subject of tourists and Bridge-n-Tunnel people getting acquainted with the undertow at Ocean Beach.
Man shot to death in car in S.F.’s Sunset District
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
(10-14) 10:09 PDT SAN FRANCISCO — A man was shot and killed in a car in San Francisco’s Sunset District, police said today.
The victim, whose name was not immediately released, was found with numerous gunshot wounds in a car at the southeast corner of 17th Avenue and Noriega Street at about 11 p.m. Monday, police said. He was pronounced dead at the scene.
No arrests have been reported in the killing, the 88th homicide in San Francisco this year. The circumstances that led to the shooting are under investigation.
The block where the killing happened is a typical Sunset District neighborhood – mainly two-story, single-family homes that are attached. None of the residents interviewed today said they knew who the shooting victim was.
The woman who lives in the house by where the victim’s car was found said she had heard several “pops” that she first thought was the sound of “a car sputtering up the hill.”
“This neighborhood is a very safe neighborhood. I never worry about walking late at night, but maybe I should,” said the woman, who asked not to be identified by name.
Devin Chisholm, who lives down the street from where the man was slain, said he had heard four shots but hadn’t immediately looked outside because “I thought it was a neighbor setting off fireworks.”When he looked out the window, he saw eight police cars on the street and officers picking through garbage cans and shrubs, apparently looking for a gun.
… rest assured, the Universe just kicked my ass for you.
I just totally biffed it on the last step coming down the escaltor. Wearing 3.5″ heels. I twisted my ankle something fierce, it’s swelling, and I feel something grindy going on in there.
Hesitantly, I allowed myself to get optimistic … When will I ever learn?
Amongst my errands this weekend was a QUITE entertaining trip to JoAnn Fabrics. Rachel’s appreciation for white knows no bounds! HAHA
Any way… After much dain bramage I managed to find turquoise and coral versions of the same fabric. My plan is to make a two sided throw to add some color to my bed, and encourage the fat furry beast to NOT sleep next to my head.
I am such “Remedial Sewing 101″ that I’m not sure how to put two pieces of fabric together: back-to-back, and then add an edge of the black velvet ribbon I have from my livingroom lampshade project. Do I sew the pieces together first, then the edge? Or do i put the edge on each side first, then sew the edges together??
ACK!!!
Oh, and did I mention the fabric is knit? Knit is easy, right?
Because I’m sitting here staring at my phone.
If you have to ask why I won’t tell you. I have to limit the number of people who know how tragically lame I am.
For four nights now you have had an unobstructed view in to my bedroom. Yeah, not much interesting going on. I’m sure you were hoping for some Must See activity being that my bed is right under my window, but you got none you cheeky monkeys. I’m sure it has been about as interesting as watching paint dry. Wait! Paint DID dry!
Anyway, you may have noticed that the curtains came down on your little voyeur show. That is because curtains finally went up!
Once I could again operate under cover without my cursing, frustrations and missteps being viewed by you sneaky little peepers I undertook the Herculean project of building a headboard. In typical Emily fashion I looked around to see what I had on-hand. Lo and behold I had turquoise fabric! And I had enough! What I didn’t have was the proper workspace or tools for the job. So, unsurprisingly, I invoked my powers of ghetto fabrication and got to work.
Ok – FYI – Elmer’s spray adhesive doesn’t do jack to hold foam to wood. Neither does wood glue. Nails pretty much pull right through the foam, too.
I recommend enlisting an octopus as an assistant should you try this yourself
The piece of MDF that Eamon brought by was PERFECT. The width fits like a glove inside my bedframe. My extremely accurate measurement guesstimation skills apparently only work on the horizontal. I was feeling sooo smug when it nestled in and I L-bracketed it to the bedframe. Patting myself on the back, I was. Singing my own praises, I was.
I figured that I’d borrow a staple gun and smooth out the edges. My patience only lasted so long hammering finish nails to secure everything at 11p. Yes I was feeling pretty damn full of myself. With joyous glee I enthusiastically began putting the rest of my bed together. It wasn’t long before remembered my “Princess and the Pea” mattress situation (standard mattress + 4″ of memory foam = zzzzz). Uh oh.
Uh. Crap.
The turquoise fabulousness that is my new headboard is hardy to be seen.
Yes – this is a headboard FAIL. Not an epic fail, but…
Add longer L-brackets to my hardware store shopping list.
I know that it is crucial that kids can come to their parents with any question, at any time. Despite questioning my proficiency in many other areas of parenting, this is one I think I have down-pat. Unfortunately this can create a hot-seat I must endure, often and without warning.
On the one hand … I am thrilled that Haley and I talk freely about boys, crushes, friends and being fashionable (hahaha with me? well, she has faith in me and questionable taste!)
On the other hand … I get to answer questions like, “Mama? What is…. (consider yourself warned if you click through!) Read the rest of this entry ?
Crap.
Literally.
The crap’s hitting the fan here at work and I need to … dare I say it?.. work!
Our office is moving on up from
to
… and I’m doing all the packing.
help!
EDIT: While the new place is so gorgeous in its views inside and out, don’t they KNOW how wrong it is to remove me from a Shiny Thing??
My really good friend Tami forwarded me a message about mountain lion attacks that are going unreported near Santa Rosa. A farrier had posted on the Bay Area Equestrian Network that a rescuer she knew had her livestock attacked on at least 4 occasions resulting in the euthanizing of one horse, injury to another, and the death of 6 ewes and a cat.
She claims that this “rescuer” is an expert tracker and the tracks and injuries have also been confirmed to be by a mountain lion by a federal tracker. She claims the Press Democrat and the Feds are trying to cover it up so as not to alarm people.
Excuse me… ah….. Ah…. AH….. BULLSHIT!
They probably don’t want to “alarm people” because she’s just another wackadoodle “rescuer” that loves to have the dramz circulate all around her. There is a REASON why multiple attacks just on the ONE ranch aren’t front page news. Likely because they are unsubstantiated.
But this isn’t what really sticks in my craw. What bothers me is why mountain lions are so vilified.
Part of living in the country or on the edge of suburbia is the gift of having nature in your life. You don’t see mountain lions trotting down Market Street in San Francisco. Part of living outside of urban areas is sharing your environment with other living things larger than birds and raccoons.
Coexist! Don’t try to sanitize your environment if you are lucky enough to live where wild creatures still roam. If that’s outside your comfort level, move back closer in to the city. OR, better yet, become an activist to restore the natural food sources of these animals so they don’t confuse your Ranch In A Box for Jack In The Box. What do you expect when you move in to their territory and supply fenced in, domesticated snacks?
Some of us aspire to have to be aware of where our animals and children are. Don’t kill off all the nature before we get there to enjoy it!
And I want it just like this… at a Waffle House! OMG – cheese grits! Those would be so much more boss than wedding cake. How fun! Cram a sloppy fistful in to my groom’s mouth! And it’d be easy, too, with him missing his teeth and all!
I don’t know if I’m classy enough to pull it off though…
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