Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Dog sitting


I'm dog sitting for my parent's poodle, Diego, this week. Diego is a black toy poodle, and he's very smart and funny. Diego is (what my friend E. calls) a "snack dog". This term never ceases to crack me up. I prefer snack dogs, because they are easier to care for and for some reason they are a lot less stinky than big dogs. When they do get stinky, you can just dunk them in the bathtub for a quick bath and viola! They smell good again.

Since I was in San Francisco through Monday night, L. picked Diego up on Saturday night and watched him until I got back from my trip. It was a bit touch and go in the beginning, as Diego seemed to get a bit sick (probably because he was upset at my parents leaving), but he's doing better now and eating regularly. I've been walking him along the Burke Gilman trail, and was going to take him over to my cousin's house for a doggy play date with her black standard poodle, Hoover. However, we rescheduled for Saturday, which will be a bit easier for both of us. I'm really looking forward to seeing them play together. They've been together a couple of times, but not for any extensive period of time, so it should be fun.

I can definitely say that I'll wait to get a dog until I get a place where I'm on the ground floor. It is a bit of a chore to take the dog downtairs several times a day, especially when I relish wearing pajamas all day long when I'm kicking around the house.

Amazing juggling routine

This is pretty amazing to watch. (Thanks to my editor for sending this on.)

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Back from San Francisco

K. and I got back from San Francisco late last night. It was a very long drive home. I suppose it was a long drive there as well, but it's always more fun driving to a place rather than driving back from a place. After about 16 hours in the car yesterday, I was pretty ready to be done with driving altogether.

We took off from Seattle about 8:00 AM on Thursday, and spent the hours catching up on each other's lives, listening to audio books, answering trivia questions, and screaming in excitement when we made it to the In 'n' Out Burger! We got to SF about midnight on Thursday night and checked into our hotel, the Columbus Motor Inn. We were pleasantly surprised at how nice it was, and it was in a great location - a couple of blocks away from Fisherman's Wharf, so it was very convenient to the things that we wanted to do.

On Friday morning, we got up early and headed down to the Wharf, where we caught one of those hop on/hop off buses and got a good tour of the city. It was a lovely day, yet not overly hot, so we were very comfortable. We did some fun shopping around the way and had the best sandwiches at a little French bakery off of the Wharf. We found a coupon for $25 off a dinner at a couple of different restaurants, so we decided to head back to the hotel, take a short nap, then head back out to find one of the restaurants on the coupon. We found the Northbeach Restaurant, a lovely little Italian restaurant that was fairly close to our hotel. Our waiter was a fabulous Italian guy, who hooked us up with a great wine for our appetizer and main courses. We also had the best olive oil I've had in a long time - very peppery and delicious with the foccacia bread they brought for us. After our dinner, we went to the Queen Anne Hotel, and met up with a group for a nightly ghost hunt in the Pacific Heights area of SF. It was really fun, and I got to demonstrate with haunted object outside of one of the houses. It was really cool. The architecture in the part of town is amazing. Our guide pointed out that the houses there were the tract houses of their day, which is interesting when you think about how much everyone loves them now and how much we hate current tract houses.

On Saturday, we slept in a bit, and then headed into Chinatown, where we spent a good portion of the day shopping and looking for a couple of Fu dog statues for my door stop. I ended up finding a cute pair of silver ones, along with a bunch of beautiful silk purses, coin purses, and other items that I picked up for my mom and sisters. I also fell in love with an adorable pair of pigs called Monokuro Boo, so I bought a wallet and coin purse with their faces on them. After our shopping expedition, we stopped at an Irish pub for some beer and appetizers. We then walked all the way to the Aquarium of the Bay, which while kind of cool, was a little sparse. It was neat to walk through the tanks and see all of the fish, but it wasn't really huge. I guess after seeing Shedd Aquarium in Chicago, I was a little underwhelmed by Aquarium of the Bay. That night, we were supposed to meet up with one of my friends in town for dinner, but he ended up being part of a regatta, so K. and I just fended for ourselves and ordered pizza in. After walking for almost 8 hours, we were pretty beat.

On Sunday, we woke up early and drove out to San Jose, where we toured the Winchester Mystery House. It was a really impressive place, and the tour was really interesting. Poor Mrs. Winchester. She was really nutty to have built a house like that. It makes for a really interesting place to visit, though. We then went out of our way to find an In 'n' Out Burger, and saw parts of San Jose that we'll probably never see again. We were pretty thankful to finally make it back to the freeway. We ended up at Great America, and went on a few of the big rollercoasters, including Invertigo which goes both forward and backward. That was my favorite. We drove back to SF, got cleaned up, and then went to the Stinking Rose for dinner. It was incredibly delicious, and unfortunatelly really quick. Our dinner came within minutes of our appetizer, so the whole experience was over pretty quickly. We took it as a sign that we needed to get to Ghiradelli and have one of their world famous sundaes.

Overall, it was a really wonderful trip and I hope that my feet will forgive me soon. We walked everywhere over the last three days, and it's definitely taken a bit of a toll on my poor feet, but it was great nonetheless.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Are you going to San Francisco?

I am! Tomorrow, to be exact. My friend, K., and I are heading out in the morning and road trippin' our way down to SF for a rip roarin' good time.

Our plans include being ultra-touristy by riding the hop on/hop off bus to see the sights, visiting Fisherman's Wharf, walking under a tank of sharks at Aquarium of the Bay, doing a night walking tour of ghostly areas, partaking in the garlic delights of the Stinking Rose, screaming our lungs out on the rollercoasters at Great America, and wandering around the weird Winchester Mystery House.

All this before we head back on Monday morning. It's going to be a jam-packed weekend of fun!

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Thursday, July 26, 2007

A severe case of the butter fingers

I appear to have a severe case of the butter fingers lately. I mean, I'm usually a little uncoordinated at any given time - tripping over non-existent things or accidentally whacking my boyfriend with my purse when I'm getting out of the car. But lately, things have gotten pretty bad.

Just now (at lunch), I was cutting up my rice krispy treat so that I could actually fit a portion of it into my mouth (as the ones from our cafeteria are ginormous). As I was cutting said treat, it flew right off my desk and onto the floor. At least it didn't imitate the meatball song and roll right out the door. But, I digress.

A couple of days ago, L. and I got drinks and biscotti at Starbucks. With my first bite, I was wearing a large cloud of biscotti dust all over my nice white shirt. After I had eaten about 2/3 of the biscotti, it just slipped right out of my hand and crumbled in a mess in front of the garbage can.

And this last weekend, I finally had to come up with a different method for peeling potatoes, because inevitably I'd always drop one in the garbage can while peeling it. And much to L.'s chagrin, I'd never go into the garbage to save the poor potato and give it a good washing, because EWWWWWW. We have very different standards on this. I decided that I'd peel the potatoes over a cutting board on the counter. At least that way, the potato only falls into a pile of peelings. And if you wonder why I don't peel over the sink, it's because I've clogged way too many a garbage disposal/sink drain with potato peels.

Let's see...what else? At the end of our last meal in Chicago, I accidentally bumped the table and spilled my water all over the place. Yesterday, I stepped on the back of my friend's flip flop causing us to both go off balance momentarily. I also whacked my elbow on my bed frame while dusting my room, and I still have a bit of a bruise there. All kinds of random things in the last week or so. The universe must be trying to tell me something.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

VPL

I had an interesting conversation today with my friend, A., at lunch. She is (probably) moving to LA with her boyfriend soon, and we were talking about where they might look for places. One place they are thinking about is Santa Monica, which I really liked when I went to visit one of my friends there several years ago. She mentioned that she was worried about whether her perceptions would change and she would become more shallow. It's an interesting concern, especially coming from A. who I always think of as being very well rounded and having no reason to worry about her looks or impression on people.

This discussion brought us onto fashion faux pas, specifically visible panty line (VPL). This morning, like every other morning, I looked at myself in the mirror before leaving the house. It was at this point that I realized I had a slightly visible panty line - nothing too bad, but anyone who thought to look that direction might have noticed a slight line. I thought briefly of changing, but then decided to leave it and get my butt to work instead. On the way, I thought about how ridiculous this particular fashion faux pas is. After all, at least I wear underwear, unlike so many misguided celebrities recently. But, A. disagrees. She said that she wears thongs to avoid this particular issue, to which I say life is just too short to have something wedged up there all day.

So, I guess we all have different standards as to what is or isn't important when it comes to appearance. One woman's visible panty line is another woman's deadly sin.

Update
In a slightly related note, see what Natalie Dee posted today on her site (caption is - PANTS: for covering butts):

nataliedee.com

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Photos from Illinois and Michigan


- View from Shedd Aquarium

- Sculpture hanging in Art Institute of Chicago

- Chainsaw-carved sculpture at Starved Rock

- Balloon flower in Oriental Garden at Cranbrook Academy

- Roadside in rural Illinois