Transitioning from city life to suburbia life has been a rather difficult task. I didn’t quite understand the magnititude effect that San Francisco had on my perception of life. I first assumed that the adjustment would be easy since I lived in Mtn. View most of my life and then went to Sonoma State, and then I lived in San Francisco. By my behavior the last few weeks, you would swear I have never lived anywhere but San Francisco.
1) Lack of Driving Ablity
First of all, my driving skills have gone out the window. Going over 55 mph on the freeway seems ABSOLUTELY ABSURD to me, and I would much rather twist and turn down these obscure streets then continually travel down this bleak highway that never ends. Everyday feels like I’m driving to LA.
2) Sleeping with Crickets or without Crickets.
Going to sleep in utter silence was deafening, and for the first few nights I could not fall asleep sleep. No sirens? No over aggressive motorcyclists trying to prove their manhood? No loud drunkards calling for a taxi cab? Where am I?
3) Parking lots…
…are a nightmare. A complete utter nightmare and really San Francisco is better off with out them. It takes just as long to find parking in a lot then on the streets of SF, and I do not want to hear anymore wining about the one way streets in the city because you guys have the one way stupid parking lots that nobody pays attention to anyway.
4) Fast Food…
…is FAR easier to access. I forgot all about Taco Bell, McDonalds, Burger King and the rest of the usual suspects. Oh Krispey Kreme is close by and SO IS IN-N-OUT, and it only smells of very very good bad for you food instead of a room jam packed with tourists and the homeless.
5) Nothing is close by
In San Francisco there are a million different ways to get to ONE location. Tell me what street your on and what the cross street and I from anywhere in the city I will figure out how to get there. In addition, it’s a big giant circle. If I make a wrong turn, I’ll just go down the next street and cut over. The one way streets aren’t forgettable, and the free way is ALWAYS only a few miles away from ANYWHERE in the city.
This is not true in suburbia, and it’s very painful. You can not just wing it. You have to know exactly where you’re going and do not be alamared by driving through houses and school districts to get to a car auto place. Things here are not nicely sectioned off.
6) The driving is much more unbearable, and chores take you twice as long.
In San Francisco you need to go grocery shopping, go the bank and the post office. Sure, no problem. Just go to the safeway that has the bank and post office INSIDE – or go to SOMA where all three places are on the same block. No problem 30 minutes tops.
Not here.
You have to DRIVE EVERYWHERE. I mean everywhere. Fight the parking lots, do the errand, and drive to the next place. Rinse. Repeat. An excursian that would take 30 minutes in San Francisco takes 70 minutes here with all the distance, driving and parking efforts.
7) Directions.
People here give the oddest directions, and I can not remember a time where I was just as guilty of such a crime. Please don’t write out all the different landmarks I’m going to see in paragraph form. I can not drive and read at the same time. It’s a skill I would like to develop, but alas, I am still in the beginning stages.
What do you mean you don’t know the street names?
“Go a little ways and turn right on where you see the big tree.”
“Ok. What’s the street name?”
“Um, actually, I don’ t know.”
People – are you kidding me?
Showing posts with label San Francisco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label San Francisco. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
The end of Chapter 2
October 1, 2008 marks the beginning of my transition period. It’s been hard for me to connect and feel close because I have been so… just disconnected.
This weekend was extremely hard.
The alarm clock went off at 6:00am on Saturday morning, but I had already been anxiously tossing and turning since 5:30am waiting for the sound of that awful alarm. I jumped out of bed, and began packing my car with the small boxes. My dear friend J made us breakfast, and my sister with Boyfriend arrived and finished packing up my beautiful house.
I went back to clean on Saturday and Sunday, and mopped the floor with tears and soap water.
I knew that moving was going to be hard, but I didn’t realize that it would be this hard. I loved my San Francisco apartment with my great friends in the building. It felt like I had roommates, but my own room. It felt like a home – my home - now it’s all packed up in my sister’s garage, and I’m living out of a suitcase.
It’s a strikingly empty feeling. I’m feeling completely alone, even though, I’m not. In this heavy transition, I find my only comfort is rehearsal.
Goodnight San Francisco, I will miss you deeply.
This weekend was extremely hard.
The alarm clock went off at 6:00am on Saturday morning, but I had already been anxiously tossing and turning since 5:30am waiting for the sound of that awful alarm. I jumped out of bed, and began packing my car with the small boxes. My dear friend J made us breakfast, and my sister with Boyfriend arrived and finished packing up my beautiful house.
I went back to clean on Saturday and Sunday, and mopped the floor with tears and soap water.
I knew that moving was going to be hard, but I didn’t realize that it would be this hard. I loved my San Francisco apartment with my great friends in the building. It felt like I had roommates, but my own room. It felt like a home – my home - now it’s all packed up in my sister’s garage, and I’m living out of a suitcase.
It’s a strikingly empty feeling. I’m feeling completely alone, even though, I’m not. In this heavy transition, I find my only comfort is rehearsal.
Goodnight San Francisco, I will miss you deeply.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Start Spreading The News...
Sitting at the gate at SFO the tears are streaming down my face as I sit here acting as if I’m moving today. Over the past few days my thoughts have been filled with nothing but joy and warmth as if my own personal world here in San Francisco was coming with me on this trip to NYC. Choking on my excitement before and now I sit here feeling completely lost. I’m totally supported and incredibly loved, but yet, I feel alone. I feel isolated. I feel like I’m boarding this plane, and leaving San Francisco, my home and my life behind. It’s just a couple of days. Just a couple of days. I need to remind myself of it. It’s just a couple of days, but a couple of days that I wanted.
My feelings are getting in the way, and I’m loosing site of why I really am going to New York this weekend. I’m auditioning for a broadway show! Ha…. Wow, lets look at that again.
I’m auditioning for a Broadway show.
I’m still in utter silent shock. I can’t believe that I would attempt to accomplish this. I must be crazy!
I’m tired. My brain needs a rest, and tomorrow will be so amazing in everyway.
My feelings are getting in the way, and I’m loosing site of why I really am going to New York this weekend. I’m auditioning for a broadway show! Ha…. Wow, lets look at that again.
I’m auditioning for a Broadway show.
I’m still in utter silent shock. I can’t believe that I would attempt to accomplish this. I must be crazy!
I’m tired. My brain needs a rest, and tomorrow will be so amazing in everyway.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Ode to San Francisco
Dear San Francisco,
Why do you hate me? Why do you get my address wrong and send my drivers license to Antarctica? I guess what really gets me is the fact that you never told me that you sent my license to Antarctica; you just kinda did it. You had NO problem finding the right address when you asked me to pay you $28 to get it renewed, but somehow within those 10 days you managed to find a new address to send my license too.
Not only have you made me drive illegally, you've also stolen my keys and then driven my car to places I can't park and then you ticket me. Why did you do that to me? What have I ever done to you San Francisco?
Nothing!
I give you money.. all my money. I do not leave trash in your house. I do not vandalize you. In fact I shower you with love.
Stop hating me.
Why do you hate me? Why do you get my address wrong and send my drivers license to Antarctica? I guess what really gets me is the fact that you never told me that you sent my license to Antarctica; you just kinda did it. You had NO problem finding the right address when you asked me to pay you $28 to get it renewed, but somehow within those 10 days you managed to find a new address to send my license too.
Not only have you made me drive illegally, you've also stolen my keys and then driven my car to places I can't park and then you ticket me. Why did you do that to me? What have I ever done to you San Francisco?
Nothing!
I give you money.. all my money. I do not leave trash in your house. I do not vandalize you. In fact I shower you with love.
Stop hating me.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Love of MY Life
The hardest scene in the show for me is the one where I’m with Chino and he’s telling me how Tony, the love of my life, killed my brother. It’s really difficult to get to the place where I can really relate to that type of loss, and then go into a fit of anger and rage when the killer comes to my bedroom window. This Friday, I think I found my motivation. Instead of saying, “He killed your brother.” He should say, “He stole your cell phone” because when I left my cell in a cab this Friday, I fell apart and started crying and screaming while chucking all my crap around my apartment. – yes, like a crazy person.
The worst part about the whole thing is that I knew it 5 seconds after I got out of the cab, but I couldn’t turn around and chase the cab down. Oh, it didn’t help it was Friday and lost and found was closed until Monday. So, there I am stranded without my cell phone. I counted down the moments until I could get it back from Yellow Cab prison, and the entire weekend made me actualize just how deep my dependency goes.
So this morning I geared up for operation –Saving-Private-Cell-Phone and headed towards the ends of the Earth, (or errr San Francisco – but, seriously, same thing !) to conquer Yellow Cab Prison. This can’t be part of San Francisco I thought as I parked my car on the gravel road and headed towards the lost and found office walking amongst the broken cabs. – There have been so many times when I myself wanted to smash in the windshield of a cab, and there was something mildly satisfying seeing those broken cabs.
They did not make finding the lost and found office easy, but eventually I was reunited with my greatest treasure and I feel restored.
The worst part about the whole thing is that I knew it 5 seconds after I got out of the cab, but I couldn’t turn around and chase the cab down. Oh, it didn’t help it was Friday and lost and found was closed until Monday. So, there I am stranded without my cell phone. I counted down the moments until I could get it back from Yellow Cab prison, and the entire weekend made me actualize just how deep my dependency goes.
So this morning I geared up for operation –Saving-Private-Cell-Phone and headed towards the ends of the Earth, (or errr San Francisco – but, seriously, same thing !) to conquer Yellow Cab Prison. This can’t be part of San Francisco I thought as I parked my car on the gravel road and headed towards the lost and found office walking amongst the broken cabs. – There have been so many times when I myself wanted to smash in the windshield of a cab, and there was something mildly satisfying seeing those broken cabs.
They did not make finding the lost and found office easy, but eventually I was reunited with my greatest treasure and I feel restored.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
San Francisco
Please please explain these concepts to me San Francisco.
I don't understand why I must wait in 2 hour lines to get a parking permit for my car. I don't understand why my registration has to match the address where I clearly live since there is a bill in my name dated February 2008.
I don't understand why it takes 6-12 weeks to mail me a registration form that you plum forgot to send to me.
Yet, my parking permit is expired for seriously 30 seconds and there's your damn little car waiting for March to rear it's ugly head just so you can slap a 50 dollar ticket on my windshield.
THEN when I go to get a parking pass on the same day I got that ticket, you say, "I'm sorry you have a ticket. I can't give you a pass."
I reply, "I'm refuting the ticket."
"Well, you haven't written your letter yet."
"That's cause you gave me the ticket 4 hours ago."
See how efficient that is? WHY WHY WHY can't that be put towards something a little more productive like sending my forms in a timely manor. Instead of sucking the money out of my bank account like a money mosquito? I already feel responsible for the new pavements on all San Francisco sidewalks, since I have paid San Francisco over $2,000 since I have lived here!
San Francisco, can't you give me a break. Just this once? Please. I'll give you a million dollars. Wait, sorry, I already did that. What else do you need?
I don't understand why I must wait in 2 hour lines to get a parking permit for my car. I don't understand why my registration has to match the address where I clearly live since there is a bill in my name dated February 2008.
I don't understand why it takes 6-12 weeks to mail me a registration form that you plum forgot to send to me.
Yet, my parking permit is expired for seriously 30 seconds and there's your damn little car waiting for March to rear it's ugly head just so you can slap a 50 dollar ticket on my windshield.
THEN when I go to get a parking pass on the same day I got that ticket, you say, "I'm sorry you have a ticket. I can't give you a pass."
I reply, "I'm refuting the ticket."
"Well, you haven't written your letter yet."
"That's cause you gave me the ticket 4 hours ago."
See how efficient that is? WHY WHY WHY can't that be put towards something a little more productive like sending my forms in a timely manor. Instead of sucking the money out of my bank account like a money mosquito? I already feel responsible for the new pavements on all San Francisco sidewalks, since I have paid San Francisco over $2,000 since I have lived here!
San Francisco, can't you give me a break. Just this once? Please. I'll give you a million dollars. Wait, sorry, I already did that. What else do you need?
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
I almost killed a pedestrian today.
And if I had, he would have TOTALLY deserved it! I’m serious…
I’m juggling so many balls these days, and it’s causing the huge amounts of stress. This morning I woke up with a laundry list of items that I must accomplish before I get to work today:
I had to pack stuff for the snow, fit it in the car, realize that it’s gonna show in the car so I can’t have it on the street all day, so I have to drive to work, where am I going to park?, oh, don’t forget the sewing machine, then I have to make sure I have my resume and my headshot, my make –up, directions to the new audition location, send my homework in on time, and coffee!! BRING THE COFFEE!
Once I finally settled into the car, feeling extremely aggravated, I drove off to work with my friend and her sister in the car. We were headed down Columbus Street, it’s 8:00am in the morning, we’re amongst the San Francisco commuter traffic and some little dude begins to stroll into the traffic. ARE YOU KIDDING?!?!?!
Seriously, dude, you can’t just step into the street into on coming traffic just because you have this neat little orange vest with light reflectors dressing up your outfit. I saw that exact same vest at Wal-mart the other day, and you don’t see me walking around the streets of San Francisco wearing it around thinking I OWN the place…cause you don’t. I have a car. Car hits person. Car wins! I trump you! I don’t care about your stupid little vest especially since you’re driving around a big truck delivering bakery goods! I know my rights, and I KNOW that I don’t have to yield to a bakery deliverer wearing a neon vest!
Ok! So THERE!
I’m juggling so many balls these days, and it’s causing the huge amounts of stress. This morning I woke up with a laundry list of items that I must accomplish before I get to work today:
I had to pack stuff for the snow, fit it in the car, realize that it’s gonna show in the car so I can’t have it on the street all day, so I have to drive to work, where am I going to park?, oh, don’t forget the sewing machine, then I have to make sure I have my resume and my headshot, my make –up, directions to the new audition location, send my homework in on time, and coffee!! BRING THE COFFEE!
Once I finally settled into the car, feeling extremely aggravated, I drove off to work with my friend and her sister in the car. We were headed down Columbus Street, it’s 8:00am in the morning, we’re amongst the San Francisco commuter traffic and some little dude begins to stroll into the traffic. ARE YOU KIDDING?!?!?!
Seriously, dude, you can’t just step into the street into on coming traffic just because you have this neat little orange vest with light reflectors dressing up your outfit. I saw that exact same vest at Wal-mart the other day, and you don’t see me walking around the streets of San Francisco wearing it around thinking I OWN the place…cause you don’t. I have a car. Car hits person. Car wins! I trump you! I don’t care about your stupid little vest especially since you’re driving around a big truck delivering bakery goods! I know my rights, and I KNOW that I don’t have to yield to a bakery deliverer wearing a neon vest!
Ok! So THERE!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
I'm done.
I’m done. I’m done. I’m done.
Yesterday, I finished the procrastinating project, and it took an entire evening to come down from that stressful few days. I still have a lot to do, but at least it feels more manageable! Kinko’s, however, you are rivaling with Target in my disdain for lack of customer support!
Part of the stressful project entailed a huge amount of scanning pictures! Sure! No problem, but my resource, I discovered too late, only scanned in black and white. Crap! I’ll buy my own scanner, no, I’ll go to Kinko’s!!!!
I left work, and started walking to a Kinko’s located about ten minutes away. On my way there, I found a closer Kinko’s. I walked in and I stood at the counter, and waited, and waited, and waited and I waited. The guy behind the counter looked at me, and he kept looking at me. Then he kept ho-humming on his computer. I then hit the little bell incessantly while saying, very loudly, “How long does a person have to stand here making eye contact with you before you step away from solitaire and help?”
Ok, so I didn’t really say that, but he came over to me, finally, and said, “Do you need some help?”
I replied, “No, you remind me of someone, and I’d like to just stand here and look at you.”
Ugh, I didn’t really say that either, but I soon learned that this particular Kinko’s did not have self service scanning. So, I had to continue on my way to the far away Kinko’s. By the way, it’s raining, and I don’t have an umbrella. So, I arrived at the far away Kinks, and I asked for the self-service scanning.
Yeah right, sista ~ it’s broken. This know-it- all rep, at least, was much more helpful then the other counter rep, and he called the even farther away location for me to make sure they had the scanners over there before I hauled my cookies all the way over there.
What fortune! They do, and Kinko’s in the financial district functions like Starbucks. Thus, there is one at almost every street corner! After 30 minutes of scanning, 12 dollars later and drenched in the rain, I finished the scanning project! Whew!
Now with that project checked off the list, I managed to put away all my laundry and work on my monologue. Thankfully, my mood has vastly improved! This is also due to the fact that I am so jamming out to the new Hanson 10 year anniversary Middle of Nowhere Acoustic CD that I got yesterday for Christmas!
Who can seriously be in a bad mood and listen to Hanson? Not ME! It is part of the reason I love them so much. Please remind me of this the next time I get like this.
Yesterday, I finished the procrastinating project, and it took an entire evening to come down from that stressful few days. I still have a lot to do, but at least it feels more manageable! Kinko’s, however, you are rivaling with Target in my disdain for lack of customer support!
Part of the stressful project entailed a huge amount of scanning pictures! Sure! No problem, but my resource, I discovered too late, only scanned in black and white. Crap! I’ll buy my own scanner, no, I’ll go to Kinko’s!!!!
I left work, and started walking to a Kinko’s located about ten minutes away. On my way there, I found a closer Kinko’s. I walked in and I stood at the counter, and waited, and waited, and waited and I waited. The guy behind the counter looked at me, and he kept looking at me. Then he kept ho-humming on his computer. I then hit the little bell incessantly while saying, very loudly, “How long does a person have to stand here making eye contact with you before you step away from solitaire and help?”
Ok, so I didn’t really say that, but he came over to me, finally, and said, “Do you need some help?”
I replied, “No, you remind me of someone, and I’d like to just stand here and look at you.”
Ugh, I didn’t really say that either, but I soon learned that this particular Kinko’s did not have self service scanning. So, I had to continue on my way to the far away Kinko’s. By the way, it’s raining, and I don’t have an umbrella. So, I arrived at the far away Kinks, and I asked for the self-service scanning.
Yeah right, sista ~ it’s broken. This know-it- all rep, at least, was much more helpful then the other counter rep, and he called the even farther away location for me to make sure they had the scanners over there before I hauled my cookies all the way over there.
What fortune! They do, and Kinko’s in the financial district functions like Starbucks. Thus, there is one at almost every street corner! After 30 minutes of scanning, 12 dollars later and drenched in the rain, I finished the scanning project! Whew!
Now with that project checked off the list, I managed to put away all my laundry and work on my monologue. Thankfully, my mood has vastly improved! This is also due to the fact that I am so jamming out to the new Hanson 10 year anniversary Middle of Nowhere Acoustic CD that I got yesterday for Christmas!
Who can seriously be in a bad mood and listen to Hanson? Not ME! It is part of the reason I love them so much. Please remind me of this the next time I get like this.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Driving.
Dear San Francisco Drivers,
Please go back to driving school.
All of you.
Please. I mean, I’m begging now. There is not any shame in going back to school no matter what your age is. I had at least 5 or 6 people over the age of 50 in my undergrad classes, and we were nice to them. Really, we were. Here are a few basics that I want to cover with you just to refresh your memory and to keep you alive before you check yourself into the driving classes.
4-Way Stops
Right. Right. Right.
When you get to a stop sign with multiple cars you must yield to the car on the right. You can NOT under and circumstances roll through a stop sign, if there is another car waiting at the stop sign. Also, jerkie stop and starts do not help….it just illustrates your desperate need to return to the books. If you do not follow these guidelines, you will have a Honda Civic smashed into your car, and you better believe that I will get on the horn and take my awesome new camera out to take sharp pictures of your tire marks. Let me see if I can help you remember: Right. Right. Right.
When you get into an argument you want to be…..right.
The hand that I use most offen is….right
The hand that I DON’T use is my…..right
If I don’t yield to the car on my……right….. I’m going to be wishing I went back to school.
Lanes.
This is really really big problem for you. I am a little confused about how you got your drivers license without knowing what the white and yellow lanes on the road means. Maybe you don’t have a good understanding of how wide your car is, but let me make it perfectly clear that you can not drive in two lanes. You need to see lines on either side of your car. If you notice that one giant line is directly underneath your car, YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG! There are other cars around you that are trying to drive in their own lane, and I am certain that you would like to keep the side of your minivan. So, I would suggest moving over unless you would like this Honda civic to wear half of your car on its side mirror.
Also, if there is a GIANT arrow in the lane…it means turn. Do not go straight. It’s really annoying for the people that are a) trying to turn or b) going straight and going into a lane that you’re also going into from the right side. IT REALLY SUCKS, and the Honda horn lacks the mean emphasis that the driver feels.
Tailgating
Get off my ass. It’s NOT going to help. I promise you. I will continue to go 40 miles an hour in a 25, and I will NOT go any faster. I will also NOT go through redlights, and I swear…if you do not back that shit up… I will slow down through the green light.
This also leads me to parking which I will elaborate on below, but for starters… If you see a big sticker with a San Francisco residence definton…. 90% of the time they know how to parallel park. Thus, if the reverse lights are on in front of you…do NOT scoot up as close as you can forcing them to not parallel park. They will sit there, and wait for you to move. However, if you had a LITTLE patients the parker would probably have scooted the rear into that parking spot that you are blocking in about 30 seconds flat. It would have been a lot faster then waiting 5 minutes for you to back it up and go around.
Parking
Learn to Parallel Park. I mean REALLY. Just do it. If you’re going to park in the city, you must learn how to parallel park, and you have to do it fast. It will make EVERYONE’s life just a little bit easier.
Also, if you decide to park on a busy street, DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AS WIDE AS IT WILL GO INTO ON COMING TRAFFIC.
Who gave your license?
Please go back to driving school.
All of you.
Please. I mean, I’m begging now. There is not any shame in going back to school no matter what your age is. I had at least 5 or 6 people over the age of 50 in my undergrad classes, and we were nice to them. Really, we were. Here are a few basics that I want to cover with you just to refresh your memory and to keep you alive before you check yourself into the driving classes.
4-Way Stops
Right. Right. Right.
When you get to a stop sign with multiple cars you must yield to the car on the right. You can NOT under and circumstances roll through a stop sign, if there is another car waiting at the stop sign. Also, jerkie stop and starts do not help….it just illustrates your desperate need to return to the books. If you do not follow these guidelines, you will have a Honda Civic smashed into your car, and you better believe that I will get on the horn and take my awesome new camera out to take sharp pictures of your tire marks. Let me see if I can help you remember: Right. Right. Right.
When you get into an argument you want to be…..right.
The hand that I use most offen is….right
The hand that I DON’T use is my…..right
If I don’t yield to the car on my……right….. I’m going to be wishing I went back to school.
Lanes.
This is really really big problem for you. I am a little confused about how you got your drivers license without knowing what the white and yellow lanes on the road means. Maybe you don’t have a good understanding of how wide your car is, but let me make it perfectly clear that you can not drive in two lanes. You need to see lines on either side of your car. If you notice that one giant line is directly underneath your car, YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG! There are other cars around you that are trying to drive in their own lane, and I am certain that you would like to keep the side of your minivan. So, I would suggest moving over unless you would like this Honda civic to wear half of your car on its side mirror.
Also, if there is a GIANT arrow in the lane…it means turn. Do not go straight. It’s really annoying for the people that are a) trying to turn or b) going straight and going into a lane that you’re also going into from the right side. IT REALLY SUCKS, and the Honda horn lacks the mean emphasis that the driver feels.
Tailgating
Get off my ass. It’s NOT going to help. I promise you. I will continue to go 40 miles an hour in a 25, and I will NOT go any faster. I will also NOT go through redlights, and I swear…if you do not back that shit up… I will slow down through the green light.
This also leads me to parking which I will elaborate on below, but for starters… If you see a big sticker with a San Francisco residence definton…. 90% of the time they know how to parallel park. Thus, if the reverse lights are on in front of you…do NOT scoot up as close as you can forcing them to not parallel park. They will sit there, and wait for you to move. However, if you had a LITTLE patients the parker would probably have scooted the rear into that parking spot that you are blocking in about 30 seconds flat. It would have been a lot faster then waiting 5 minutes for you to back it up and go around.
Parking
Learn to Parallel Park. I mean REALLY. Just do it. If you’re going to park in the city, you must learn how to parallel park, and you have to do it fast. It will make EVERYONE’s life just a little bit easier.
Also, if you decide to park on a busy street, DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AS WIDE AS IT WILL GO INTO ON COMING TRAFFIC.
Who gave your license?
Thursday, November 15, 2007
a Trip to the Library
For those of you who know me, you might fall out of your chair when you read this post. I know that it sent ice cold chills down my back when it happened.
Rushing to the library with the urgency of 6:30pm hanging around my neck like a noose, my panic eased, when I realized the time changed tricked me into thinking it was 6:30pm instead of 5:00pm. Man, am I ever going to get used to that?
I got to the stairs, and walking up the stairs was a little boy - no more than three years old. Instead of the instant urges to rip out his vocal chords or the instant praying for his mother to come over and smack him around a bit to silence him...I wanted to hug him.
I KNOW right?!
It's not that I HATE kids... I don't. ... I just can't STAND IT when they misbehave or cry. I like to read about people and their kids, but I'm not sold on having my own, yet.
So, Anyway, I saw him and I started at him for a second, which probably made him cry more, and I thought what is so special about you little one that has made the ice on my heart melt away? Then his mom came over to him and she started yelling at him. It made me so sad because all I wanted to do was hug him because that is usually all I want when I'm crying.
Guys want to see San Francisco in November?
Rushing to the library with the urgency of 6:30pm hanging around my neck like a noose, my panic eased, when I realized the time changed tricked me into thinking it was 6:30pm instead of 5:00pm. Man, am I ever going to get used to that?
I got to the stairs, and walking up the stairs was a little boy - no more than three years old. Instead of the instant urges to rip out his vocal chords or the instant praying for his mother to come over and smack him around a bit to silence him...I wanted to hug him.
I KNOW right?!
It's not that I HATE kids... I don't. ... I just can't STAND IT when they misbehave or cry. I like to read about people and their kids, but I'm not sold on having my own, yet.
So, Anyway, I saw him and I started at him for a second, which probably made him cry more, and I thought what is so special about you little one that has made the ice on my heart melt away? Then his mom came over to him and she started yelling at him. It made me so sad because all I wanted to do was hug him because that is usually all I want when I'm crying.
Guys want to see San Francisco in November?
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
You know San Francisco has taken over your life when...
You can no longer park on street curbs; you can only parallel park.
Your rent is higher than some mortgages.
You have forgotten how to use a dishwasher. So what, you accidentally put dish soap in the dishwasher and created a mountain high soap sud bath in the kitchen at your sister's house. That's right sister, you just keep believing that the dishwasher malfunctioned causing you to have a FULL clean out without any dishes.
You can no longer sleep with out the sirens, beeping horns and revving motorcycles.
It takes you one hour and forty five minutes to go 5 miles.
You make one wrong turn, and you're in a different country.
You make one wrong turn off an exit, and you're on the bay bridge.
You learn the importance of flipping a b*tch on a one way street.
When parking in a parking lot with out having to pay seems ludicrous.
Driving anywhere becomes a battle field, and you start to thank your lucky stars that you played Mario Cart as a child. Who said video games were good for nothing?
The smell of urine feels like home.
You look forward to a trip to Target.
Your rent is higher than some mortgages.
You have forgotten how to use a dishwasher. So what, you accidentally put dish soap in the dishwasher and created a mountain high soap sud bath in the kitchen at your sister's house. That's right sister, you just keep believing that the dishwasher malfunctioned causing you to have a FULL clean out without any dishes.
You can no longer sleep with out the sirens, beeping horns and revving motorcycles.
It takes you one hour and forty five minutes to go 5 miles.
You make one wrong turn, and you're in a different country.
You make one wrong turn off an exit, and you're on the bay bridge.
You learn the importance of flipping a b*tch on a one way street.
When parking in a parking lot with out having to pay seems ludicrous.
Driving anywhere becomes a battle field, and you start to thank your lucky stars that you played Mario Cart as a child. Who said video games were good for nothing?
The smell of urine feels like home.
You look forward to a trip to Target.
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