Shit You Might Like to Like Too

I started writing out this whole big story involving going to the bank on Saturdays with my dad, and rolls of pennies from the penny jars my grandparents would give Golden Boy and me. This story was linked to my creativity, but I erased it upon realizing I couldn't find the connection anymore between that and the title of this blog post. I got lost. I changed the title. I watched a Friends rerun, because when is it not funny?

Anyway, hi. I'd like to let you know about some stuff I like.

Maven of Savin' is pretty rad on the store and coupon deals. Very corny name, but all is forgiven when you look at the stuff she comes up with. Also, she updates her site multiple times a day.

On a more local level, I like Jeremy's, even though I can't afford to shop there. But you can! Plus it's still fun to go in and touch all the stuff. If I ever do have money again, I will want to hire a professional clothing shopper to take me shopping there.

All the books by Lisa Lutz are amazing, and I tore through them to keep finding out more about the Spellmans, ignoring the inner voice telling me to slow down so I couldn't cry when they'd all been read. It's fun to read books that have the story take place somewhere you live. I mean, she writes about the Philosopher's Club, and okay, while I can't say I've drank there, I have been at the train stop you'd get off at if you were going to drink there, and that's practically the same thing. Anyway, my point is, Lisa, please hurry up and write more soon. Thank you.

I don't think my parents would tell you they were awesome. They're not braggy in that way. But some people think their parents were awesome, and they sent pictures in to a website to prove it. This website makes me cry. I am dying for more information. It fascinates me to see people with decades of giving other people advice ahead of them. (It horrifies me to have terrible sentence structure.)

Lastly, these bowls are awesome.

So yeah.

Enough With the Freaking Baseball

This morning I had an 11am appointment across town, and in order to get there needed to cross Market Street (the SF equivalent of Broadway or Comm. Ave.) to pick up my bus. However. This morning there was a parade to celebrate the Giants winning the World Series, and hoards and scores of B&T'ers came to the city. Not to mention half the children took the day off from school here, plus people took a sick day at work.

Unfortunately for me, the parade was starting pretty damn close to that bus stop I needed to get to, and I was fighting my way through a sea of orange. Oh, and on top of that it's also a warm day, and who the hell wants to show up for a meeting all schvitzed out and gross?

Turned out Market Street was blocked, and I couldn't cross the street. I immediately called the person I was meeting with to say I was running late. As the phone rang I figured I could walk to an underground train station, and cross Market Street underneath the street and come up on the other side. But fighting my way through all these people would take a solid half hour. I stood at the edge of a crowd with the phone to my ear. Suggested perhaps it'd be better to meet another day.

At one point I found myself saying, "I'm sorry - a bunch of drunk guys just started screaming and I missed what you said. Could you please repeat that?" and heard laughter. As I walked back home, sweat dripping down my face, everyone else was walking in the opposite direction, and I tried to stay towards the edges of the sidewalk.

There's a whole big list of things to do today, but between the heat and the crowds I just don't have it in me to go back out again.

*In unrelated yet exciting news, I have finally joined the 21st century and can now text! Haven't quite gotten the hang of all the details yet though, which is why my very first text said, "Hey exclamation point".