xoxo

in less than 24 hours, i will be kissing this boy all over san francisco. go ahead, be a hater. i'll be too busy being weak in the knees.

and i know you were all DYING to know what he looks like!

did i mention he called me today just to hear my voice? because he missed me.

*sigh*

oh, the fun!

yesterday, while i was in the store to buy a tent for my upcoming 30th birthday camping extravaganza, i came across a rack of things shiny and bright. HULA HOOPS! that light up! holy crap why do i not have one?!

i yanked one off the shelf and tested it out. and boy did i work up a sweat. mainly from laughing at myself. i was pretty good with a hula hoop back in the day! i grabbed a smaller one for the nephew and proceeded to hula hoop my way around the store up to the check out.

and i've been practicing ever since. this thing rocks! if i keep this up, i'll have some awesome abs in no time!

on another note, i just got off the phone with the gent. seriously, it's absolutely ridiculous the grin he leaves on my face all day. i find i can't sleep after talking to him. dudes, you are in for a sickly sweet date update after this weekend. he asked if he could hold my hand! like hel-lo sweetest question ever! it's ridiculous, i tell ya. ri-diculous!

*sigh* is it saturday yet?

type b is a-ok

last night i got to the gym only to realize i didn't pack my shoes! argh! ah well, shit happens.

this morning i made up for it with a glorious 3 mile run. actually i should say run/walk. i never wanted to do a run/walk program, deeming it only for sissies, but it worked for my marathon, so i figure it'll work now. it'll help build me back up because a run/walk is much more enjoyable than a short run filled with cursing and wheezing. the 3 miles flew by. right now i'm on a 1:1 ratio and running at a good 11:00 clip during the running portions. i'm looking to increase the running ratio while maintaining that pace. who knows, maybe this will make me the faster runner i always wanted to be! for now, i'm a happy runner.

i'm changing plans to run the rnr san jose half marathon in october, with an eye on running CIM in december. i'll see how i feel, see how hectic life is at that point and decide if i can continue on for a marathon. i'm trying to be realistic, but i can't hide the fact that i am ITCHING to run another marathon. i would like to get another one under my belt before grad school starts when i know for sure i won't have time.

sg and i talked last night and we're hatching plans for a fun filled day in sf on saturday. the boy makes me giddy people. giddy. can it really be possible that everything is finally falling into place?

i'm scared to jinx it!

girls on the run

so hm training got off to a rip roaring start yesterday. NOT. i totally missed my workout. but i have my gym bag packed and am hitting the treadmill after class tonight.

in other running news, i just started work on a pro-bono freelance project for the sf chapter of girls on the run. on their website they describe themselves thusly:

Girls on the Run of the Bay Area is a life-changing, experiential learning program for girls ages 8 to 13. The programs combine training for a 5K or 1-mile community running event with healthy living education. Our curriculum-based programs instill self-esteem and strong values through health education, life skills development, mentoring relationships, and physical training.

We offer 10-week programs during the fall and spring seasons. Volunteer coaches engage the girls in games and running-based workouts that encourage emotional, social, psychological and physical development. The girls meet twice each week after school for a total of 20 one-hour sessions.

pretty cool, huh? i am working on some marketing materials for a campaign to culminate at an event at the bridge to bridge race in the fall. dean karnazes and his daughter are apparently very involved with the group, and he sits on their board! i'm super excited about working with them. i was hesitant to become a coach, but if i can marry my two passions, design and running, towards the cause of female empowerment and fitness, then that's even better!

girls on the run has chapters all through the u.s. if you're interested in getting involved. there are a million and one ways to contribute time, energy, or resources.

i have a good feeling about this

the title says it all. first date with southern gent went very well. but i knew that it would. i knew from our phone conversations that i'd really like him in person. it's hard for me to say exactly why, i just did. there's a whole bunch more going through my head right now but i don't think it's quite synthesized to a point where it would make sense on paper. i just have a good feeling about him. sorry for the lack of juicy details folks. but if things progress the way i would like them to, then we're all in for juicy stories later.

in other news, i bought my first 2 gmat prep books today. i'm scared shitless and excited all at the same time. i had a total geek out moment at work on thursday in our marketing meeting where i felt totally smart and inspired. so b-school felt all the more appealing to me then. i'm looking at 2 programs: sac state and sf state. for both programs, i need to take a core of fundmental business classes that i never took in undergrad, crap like accounting and finance. ugh. if i go full time it will take me a year. part time most likely a year and a half. then i can take the graduate level classes and i plan to do that full time to get it done in 2 years. so my next steps are studying for gmats, finding ways to fund my education, either through working for someone with education benefits or sucking it up and taking out loans. it's enough to make my head spin, but i think it will all fall into place.

also in other news, half marathon training begins tomorrow. i'm pretty stoaked about it. it feels good to be running again. i even weighed myself after my run on friday and i'm down 2 pounds! of course 4th of july weekend ruined al that i'm sure, but i'm back on the wagon and it feels good :)

hope y'all had a great holiday weekend. it's back to work tomorrow! boooooo!

kicking ass and taking names

before i was a runner, i was a kickboxer. and i was in the best shape of my life. it's the perfect workout cardiovascularly and you can shape some nice muscles and abs all without lifting a weight. this morning i took the best kickboxing class i've taken in like 8 years. this class will totally replace any speed workout, fill your quota of plyometrics, open up your hips, and make your glutes beg for mercy.

i now have a girl crush on rhoda, the turbo kickbox instructor at 24hour fitness. i love you. and your abs. and i worship at the altar of your sidekick!

should you judge a dude by his blog?

so. southern gent and i have been talking all week. the little girl in me has just about fallen in love with him, what with his oh-so cute accent and deep, deep voice. accents are my kryptonite. part of me knows these feelings of giddiness might come crashing down once i meet him in person on sunday. but for the meantime, it's fun to get swept up. he might very well be an ogre in real life, but for the time being i'm flirting on the phone with what sounds like a very intelligent, nerdy in a sexy way, dude who calls me beautiful every other word and makes me laugh. i know, i'm such a school girl.

but i'm not entirely hopeless. i, of course, googled him. when i googled his name, all i found was a review he and his friend wrote about some hotels they stayed at in japan and his corporate giving page for the AIDS walk coming up. normal enough stuff that says his story checks out.

then i googled his match user name. and came up with 2 blogs. one he wrote in college and another he wrote about 4 years ago. is it fair to judge someone based on what they wrote in their journal back in college? even 4 years ago? how would i feel if he somehow found my blog and read it?

there wasn't anything on there to send up red flags (except his admitting to a very large pron collection EW! which i have mixed feelings about) during these times he dated a lot. which i guess is normal for most people. i had a much different experience because i went to a college with nearly all gay men and i dated only the ex after college for 5 years. but it was interesting to read him fall in and out of love. mainly his blogs were a space to just vent and write, so a lot of it was pretty emo. which i guess is to be expected of one's journal.

i thought that by googling him i'd find out whether his story checks out or not. all signs point to not a pyscho killer, so that's good. but i think knowing too much has killed the mood, so to speak. do i let him know i've been reading up on him? how much of what i read should i let cloud my judgement about him? would i want someone to judge me in the same way?

my instincts tell me to just file all that data in the back of my mind and let him present himself the way he is today. heaven knows i grew up a ton in my late 20s. no one wants to be judged by who they were when they were 21-25. which i guess is indicative of why i never got married in my 20s.

so it's with a hopeful heart, an open mind, and a watchful eye that i go into our first meet on sunday. i'll keep y'all posted. have a safe and happy fourth! it's my own personal independence day and granny's 92nd birthday party. time to celebrate some girl power, don't you think?

mum's the word

i don't want to jinx it.

gut check

so you know how yesterday i was riding high, singing "i am pretty, oh so pretty" from the rooftops? i ended all that by getting on the scale this morning after my 2 miler.

171, it said. ONE. FREAKIN'. SEVENTY. ONE. my 6 year old cousin can't even count that high!

it really honestly comes as no surprise. it's even a little down from when the nurse took my weight at my physical last month. it's such an absurdly high number that i didn't even hesitate to post it for all the world to see. it's like really? my body can actually weigh that much? i actually have that much excess crap to haul around?

this weight puts me just over the line of obese. dudes! i'm OBESE! it's so ridiculous, it's funny. except it's neither ridiculous. nor funny. it's fact. sobering. but not grave.

the good news is all signs point to good health. i'm very good on the cholesterol front, both good and bad. blood pressure, blood sugar, thyroid. all good. i have my "youth" to thank for that because lord knows my genetics are working against me.

the other good news is i've been down this road before so many times. i gain, i lose, i gain, i lose. i've been anywhere from a size 4 to a 12, most of the time settling around a size 8. and i've come to a point in my life where i'm not nearly as neurotic about my size as i used to be. i've slowly built up a wardrobe of bigger spring and summer clothes and have been able to strut around as usual.

even so, i know i should lose some poundage. obesity ain't no joke. and as i've said before my genetics predispose me to a multitude of health risks. but i refuse to get all neurotic about counting calories or counting pounds. or counting miles for that matter. after a 6 month hiatus, i think the running bug has bit again and i feel like i'm finally on track. the fact that i've run 4 out of the last 5 days is a good start. and the running has so far kept my eating in check. but i'm hoping to take a less "type a" approach to training this time. i think it's time to have some FUN with running, don't you?

of course, this could all change as my 12-year high school reunion approaches in december. (we missed out 10th. something about the reunion company we were working with going bankrupt) but for now, i'm up for a fun summer of running.

allow me to toot my own horn

it was very nice to find the following two emails this morning:

from pot, phd:

I completely understand. Thanks for the nice complements however.

That said I enjoyed getting to know you and I wish you the best of luck in your life.

I want you to know that I really appreciate you getting back to me. You are going to make an awesome girlfriend for some lucky bastard out there! ;-)

Warmest Regards,
pot, phd

and from the fed, after our brunch meet on saturday:

Hey, I just wanted to say again that I had a great time today and it very nice meeting you in person today. It was very refreshing to finally meet someone "normal". Oh and for the record, you are so not a nerd. I really dig your personality and I would definitely like to see you again. I probably should have said this in person but you looked really nice today. I'll give you a call sometime this week.

and my convo with southern gent went well today. he even called me "striking". i've never been called that before. (though he also called me exotic which is a half-strike against him because i HATE when people call me that) i don't know what it is. even though i'm pretty happy with what i see in the mirror everyday, it's still always an unexpected boost when a guy compliments your looks. especially when it doesn't feel skeevy. i guess that even at 30, i've still "got it".

and without sounding too self-deprecating, this all comes as a huge surprise to me. i thought for sure i'd get NO hits. i thought for sure there were only trolls out there. i thought for sure this whole match thing would be totally demoralizing. but lo and behold, there really are normal guys out there looking for the real thing.

granted i've only been at it a month, so there is the possibility i might just burn through every eligible bachelor in northern california. but so far this experience has been worth the money. even if i don't find love yet, i'm ok with that. i've got other things going on.

and i think this is the first time EVER since i grew boobs that i feel this happy, dare i say lucky, that i'm single. i know this all sounds so optimistic now, so don't burst my bubble. but for the first time i finally feel like i won't settle. i know how demoralizing it feels to be with the wrong person. at the time i didn't realize how much of me was "dead" because of the relationship i was in. never again am i going to let that happen.

and yet, somehow i've managed avoid the bitterness many people associate with the singlehood. this july 4th marks my 2 year anniversary of personal independence from the ex. and in that time i've experienced great sadness, utter confusion, searing anger, and most of all heartbreak. there were times i felt like i didn't even know who i was. and there were many days and months of depression. the dull ache of not knowing what the hell to do. about anything.

but with time, i muddled through. and never once was i bitter. angry maybe. but never bitter. there were worse things i could have suffered. and by the end, i concluded this: i was simply in love with the wrong person for far too long. and not everyone is like him. i've loved before. i will love again. and i will find a love so right that what i've felt in the past will feel like child's play.

a few months ago, i was visiting with family we don't see very often. they knew nothing of the huge breakup that eventually led me back to california. so questions about boyfriends and marriage flew at me left and right and i had a smart ass comment for everyone. finally i just said, "i think maybe i'm just meant to be single. and that's ok."

my aunt looked at me thoughtfully and said, "no i don't believe that." and i thought here we go again...the speech about how i'll find someone when i'm not looking or the speech about how i'm such a great girl, it's just a matter of time or the speech about you should join a club or any number of speeches married people tell single people. but instead she said this:

i believe when god created you, he created someone for you. he created your adam, from the same mold.

i could've replied with a smart ass comment like maybe my adam was meant for a steve and not an eve. but i didn't. she just said it with such conviction. such certainty. it was just another reminder that it was out of my hands. someone else was taking care of it. someone much more capable than me. and my aunt assured me that she'd be praying for me.

so maybe it's corny, but i feel like i have my very own dating guardian angel. a team of people holding constant vigil, a never ending novena praying that my life, already blessed with so much love, will one day be blessed with the love of my "adam".

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on a running note, i busted out a 2 miler before brunch on saturday. and another this morning. the hardest thing about getting back in the swing of things isn't so much the physical exertion but the mental aspect. of not getting bored. of keeping my brain focused. so while my legs and lungs are cooperating, i've got to get my head back in the game of endurance running. so far it's been a sweet reunion.

whew! that feels better

so i took the easy way out. i emailed them. much easier, but still got the message across. in a much nicer fashion than if i had stammered something out on the phone. and i feel better. less stress and my dating karma is still intact. as for afd, i agree with bex. for whatever reason, it looks like dude's unwilling to set up a proper date. and i'm not going to chase him.

20 something year old me would have never said such a statement. 20 something year old me probably would have ditched my homework last night to "hang out". 20 something year old me probably would have felt like i had to keep playing this game to get him to ask me out. THANK GOD i'm no longer 20 something year old me. NEXT!

i'm meeting the fed for brunch on saturday and i've been emailing a few potential dudes. again, we'll see. hope these dating updates aren't too boring. it's all so new to me again and i figure it can either make the happily marrieds who read my blog chuckle at my "adventures" or it can inspire other single gals looking for love. my goal in joining match wasn't to find my prince during my 6 month membership, but to just get out there again. to practice dating. to learn from other people. to learn about myself. so far, even in just this first month, it's been worth it.

in other news, i'm tossing around the idea of running the big sur half marathon. it's a challenging enough distance that i'll feel like a runner again. yet it isn't as time consuming as a marathon. and with preparations for graduate school looming, dating, and regular ol' life i think a half marathon is just about perfect.

this is tiring...

i've neglected to tell y'all i'm 2 weeks into summer school. i'm taking an 8 week course in statistics to fulfill a pre-req for the mba i am 90% sure i want to pursue. i'll have many other pre-reqs to fulfill before i can even start the graduate coursework since my undergrad degree had nothing to do with business, but slow and steady wins the race. right? hopefully. 2 hours of class after work, monday - thursday, is draining. fridays seriously never looked so sweet.

afd and i have been "talking" every day.. and i put it in quotes because it's more like bullshitting, shooting the shit, flirting, than real honest to goodness getting to know each other talking. that's the problem i guess when both of us are wiseasses. all this banter is all good and fun, but i'm hoping that we can proceed to more meaningful conversations. otherwise it'll get old really fast.

he called right when i got home from class, we chatted, and he said i should just come over, as he lives literally right across the highway. my first instinct was to think that was way too casual. i've fallen into the trap of when "dating" someone becomes "just hanging out" and it becomes a slippery slope of a relationship borne of convenience. or maybe i'm just old fashioned and prefer to have set plans and a set activity. but honestly, "come over at 9 pm to hang out" sounds too much like booty call to me.

maybe my brain has been fried from doing too much math. or maybe i'm right. all i really know is getting past the first date is harder than expected.

on the flipside, island boy is blowing up my phone to let me know jack johnson will be headlining a festival in sf in AUGUST... AUGUST! and should he get tickets for us? US? i found a way to get out of that but haven't quite said the words "i'm just not that into you" (diplomatically of course). i feel i owe him that and to pot, phd who has resurfaced on my phone somehow. but i just don't have the cajones to say those words out loud.

is it cowardly to just ignore people? rude? bad karma?

using all my muscles

in an attempt to work more than just my mojo, i made it to the gym for a 2 mile run and an hour of yoga. some hard ass yoga. sweet jesus. after our sun salutations series i was already spent.
mainly because we spent major time going over the plank and chaturanga part for the beginners. my arms will be sore tomorrow. heck they're sore now.

the weather is a little cooler this week but there will be no outdoor running. the air here is all soot and smoke. it's grey and thick out. it smells like all of california just had one big barbecue. and still, i see people smoking outside. losers. total losers. it's been this way since the weekend and until we get these fires under control, i'm doing my best to stay indoors. my neighborhood and where i work are safe, and should be safe unless a new one starts. but all the wind we've been having isn't helping things.

on a lighter note, i do have a funny story to share about airforce dude. when i met him on sunday, i got there early to get there first and position myself at the bar. i'd rather be the one he has to find than me have to look for him. if that makes any sense. it's a place of higher power, i think. anyway, i was foiled because he was already there.

blah blah blah. introductions. talking, talking. laughing, laughing...then we start talking about our match experiences and what we think the opposite sex is most particular about when it comes to the opposite sex. he said women were concerned about 1. balding (he has a full head of hair and i told him i actually like bald dudes) 2. education and 3. height. i was like really? height? being as short as i am, height is NEVER an issue with me. if a dude is shorter than 5'3", well....that hasn't happened. he said in his experience even the girls who are 5 foot look for dudes who are 6 foot.

then it clicked!



that sex in the city episode! where samantha meets that dude in the bar. and she doesn't know he's wearing a boy's suit until he gets up!

and lo and behold! later in the evening he got up to go to the bathroom and i noticed. he's not a midget and he's certainly taller enough than me to not be weird but it amused me to no end how sensitive he was about his height. later i went home and relooked up his profile. it says he's 5'8". let's hope he measures up. ;)

there might be something to this...

airforce dude and i finally got to talk. and finally got to meet. drinks turned into dinner and there was talk of "next time".

not saying he's my match, but it's encouraging.

no electricity

so...i met island boy for drinks last night...originally he wanted to go to dinner in sonoma then hang out there afterwards. nipped that in the bud and said, "why don't we go to happy hour somewhere close and if my back hair doesn't scare you off we can go from there?" i'm not committing a whole evening to someone i barely know. nor spending the gas money just to promptly drive home because he's an ogre in real life.

thankfully he wasn't an ogre. but he wasn't prince charming either. funny enough. nice enough, with all the opening doors and paying. had a lot of qualities i'm looking for in my dude. EXCEPT for nice teeth. and a nice face.

i've maintained that i'm going to be open-minded about looks and not totally reject someone right away if their profile pictures don't blow me away...some people just aren't photogenic. and i reason that the best boyfriend i've ever had was in high school (pathetic i know) and i wasn't attracted to him at first either. and considering my past with hot, but bad dudes, i figure maybe i should concentrate on more than just abs and a winning smile.

so after about the third beverage, i'd made up my mind that he was a great guy just not s someone i'd ever want to cuddle with... in fact the idea of him touching me creeped me out because he had weird hands. something odd about his fingernails. plus he smelled like a guy i used to be friends with until he decided he had feelings for me and got all weird.

and really he wasn't an ogre. he was clean and groomed and even got a haircut that day. i'm maybe just picky? weird? over concerned? with things like how people's hands and teeth look and how they smell. he didn't smell bad. but his pheremones just weren't jiving with mine.

even so, we went to play pool after drinks since i learned that the power was out at home. playing pool with a funny guy beat sweltering at home in the dark.

so at the end of the evening he dropped me off at my car and invited me in. . uh, awkward. luckily i had the excuse of taking the monchichi to 6 flags today. and the monchichi? he's my favorite boy EVER!

the bright side is i had a convo with the fed thursday night. and he had a very seksy voice. airforce dude and i keep exchanging vmails. we'll see what happens.

on the other hand, i've received the following emails from two very attractive men. too bad they're creepy and can't write for shite:

No good tips as if I did I would not need this site. lol Thats funny about the ice cream. So did you also eat an ice cream, and did you have some great seafood in Boston or what. Well I have been in California for a little longer then 3 years and I love it. Love the weather and also love that you can see so mnay beautiful places. Well some of my favorite places are Napa Valley. I love wine tasting. Don't worry I won't get you buzzed and try and take advantage of you. lolol j/k I love going into the city to try different restaurants. Love Tahoe as it is awesome and just so beautiful. I love playing softball, cooking, reading, also love taking scenic drives. Love Carmel and the ride along the coast.

And say thanks to your mom (this is in reference to me thanking him for saying i'm attractive. i said, really i have my mom thank for that or something like that)

my problem with this and his previous email is the excessive use of lol and j/k. huge pet peeve of mine. we're not texting. the second problem is his lame joke about getting my buzzed. gross. even if it is a joke. i can think of better jokes to make.

the second email requires no explanation:
Hi!, Im a white guy from sac town lookin for a good w00man who can handle her business!! You look like alot of fun. Text me @ 955-1793, Ill rock your world!! C-YA!

seriously. this came from a 30 year old man. OY!

so....luckily, i still have the monchichi.

what a weekend!

dudes! i am exhausted. stuffed to the gills. and hoarse from this weekend. and i have over 400 pictures to go through. stay tuned for a full recap. i need a weekend to recover from my weekend. but in the meantime, check out this perfect moment:



the monchichi has become fascinated with his own face. staring at his reflection. hamming it up for the camera then demanding to see the footage right away. i had the camera aimed at us on continuous mode and he surprised me by pulling my face in and planting a big, slopping, wet one on me. melted my heart instantly. he's such an affectionate boy. i FEAR for any girl who tries to date him in the future. they're gonna have one overprotective aunt to tackle if they think they can share his kisses.

come as you are

so, i met my first real live match dude. (and no it wasn't playa playa that i wrote about earlier)

this dude, D, just finished a phd program at uc davis in something like materials science and engineering. he gardens and cooks, has traveled all over and shares my affection for stewie griffen, beer, and crass humor. he has a great relationship with his family and holds similar religious beliefs to mine.

we met for coffee/drinks at a place in davis. it was a great night for sitting outside and talking. the conversation flowed well. he even brought flowers. (cheesy, but nice) all in all a great night.

but. in our talking about vacations and such it came out that he enjoys the mary jane every once in awhile. i asked him just how often he smokes and he said about once every other week. and while i really have no problem if people want to smoke, it's just not my thing. i appreciated his honesty and kinda stammered my way through how i felt about it. slightly unsure about whether this would be a deal breaker.

but it was cool. it wasn't like i left right then and there. and it wasn't like things got awkward. we talked some more and i told him he could call me again. on the ride home i began to think that his habit is a deal breaker. there's a reason i've never done any drugs, even if i do think marijuana really isn't that much worse than alcohol. it's fine for other people to do. but not me. and not my potential "match".

so i plan on telling him when he calls. maybe we can be friends. maybe it doesn't really matter what happens after. but this whole dating at 30 thing? where i'm much more sure of myself, of what i want and what i don't, and having the confidence to assert it? it feels great.

it feels great that even though i'm not at my "goal weight" i can proudly post my profile pictures. it feels great that i don't have to apologize or explain any bad decisions i've made. it feels great that i don't have to feel bad that at 30 i'm not yet married. i had to endure a lot of shit relationships (one in particular) but i think finally it's paying off.

and the summer begins!

this weekend i:

gobbled up some tasty cioppino.
stole kisses from the monchichi.
soaked up some sun at the vallejo marina.
found the ever elusive matcha green tea.
scored some new chaccos.
promptly broke them in by hiking lynch canyon.
sipped on chardonnay while perusing local art.
won a raffle prize gift basket. (4 club level baseball tickets, parking included, mary's pizza shack gc, starbucks coffee, and cranium!)
quenched my thirst with the first hefeweisen of the season.

dudes. this summer is gonna rock.

playa hater

so last night, i chatted on the phone with my first match dud, i mean dude.

the conversing itself went well. lots of laughing etc. he was a funny dude. and if we were co-workers or something we would totally get along. but as a "match"? not so much.

the highlights, i mean lowlights:

1. we somehow got on the topic of past relationships (he brought it up somehow) and he told me about his first love. a long distance relationship while he was in the navy. and how he was a bad bad boyfriend. and saw other girls during their relationship. boo!
   
2. talking about his latest relationship. it was a 6 month affair with a married woman. double boo!
   
3. other women he's dated have gone on to get married to the next guy after dating him. that's 'cause you're not marrying material dude!
   
4. i mentioned my trip to vegas for girls weekend and we got into a convo about how he likes to gamble. while gambling as a diversion isn't necessarily a deal breaker for me, the way he talked about it made me uncomfortable.
5. he's been laid off for a month. this i was more forgiving of.
   
6. he spoke about how much he could drink because he was latino. i mean really, i can throw down, but that's not what i'm gonna talk about the first time i talk to someone. and honestly, i don't throw down nearly as much as i used to. while i don't want a puritan, i don't want someone who still brags about how much they can drink.

NEXT!

shake, rattle, and roll

the rumbling? the shaking? what wasn't sound of me falling off the couch. that was a real bonafide earthquake! the second one i've felt since moving back to california a year and a half ago!

it only registered a 3.9, but the fault lies a mere 10 miles from my house.. the tremor was long enough that i stopped to consider taking cover, but strong enough for me to be too scared to get off the bed.

i'm ok, my family's ok, our stuff's ok. but man oh man! welcome back to california!