Aside from sneaking into movies, I did manage to do something productive yesterday. I tracked my points for the entire day and even came out with 1 point leftover. I even took my own snackies to the theatre and they were delish.
I'm putting this in writing in hopes that I stick to it:
I'm rejoining Weight Watchers tomorrow
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Movie Goer
Went to the movies last night and ended up seeing two for the price of one. To say it was accidental would be a lie - to say I'm super stealth...well...that'd be the truth. So I paid for Baby Mama and it was funny (although I feel like it was talked way up) and then I went to use the facilities and happened to stumble into Deception that had just started. I thought there were probably cameras that would catch me going from one room to the next and within minutes a theatre attendee would come in with a flashlight and ask to see my ticket. They never came.
My first time ever sneaking into a movie and I'm 25. What is my life coming to? Honestly though...I'm rather impressed with myself. So daring in my old age.
My first time ever sneaking into a movie and I'm 25. What is my life coming to? Honestly though...I'm rather impressed with myself. So daring in my old age.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
L.A. Lady
So I've been in LA since Sat the 5th. On Sunday the 6th we threw Bella & Peaches a 2nd birthday party. They were both a little timid about the birthday cake, but enjoyed all of their new babies (not that they need anymore). We even made a special trip to the dog park and Bella had yet another gentleman caller. Too bad she doesn't swing that way or she'd be set!
This past Sunday Mary surprised me for my birthday and took me to the Hotel Cafe Tour show at the El Rey. It was soooo fab and many of our fave artists performed. Joshua Radin even gave a surprise appearance and crazy arse Jim Bianco...and a guy named David Ford (or Tom Ford as Mary likes to call him).
I've been thinking A LOT about moving back to the area now that I've decided to quit the whole school thing. I'm going back & forth with the idea and haven't settled on any one place. I guess I'll just wait & see how the next few months play out. Part of me feels like moving back is like giving up. I know that's silly & its not a good reason to stay in SF. I'll keep you all posted & in the loop. I did have a talk with my boss about the possibility & if I could continue to work from home at least 3 days a week. At first he said no, but eventually said we could work something out. That would have a huge affect on me coming back.
This past Sunday Mary surprised me for my birthday and took me to the Hotel Cafe Tour show at the El Rey. It was soooo fab and many of our fave artists performed. Joshua Radin even gave a surprise appearance and crazy arse Jim Bianco...and a guy named David Ford (or Tom Ford as Mary likes to call him).
I've been thinking A LOT about moving back to the area now that I've decided to quit the whole school thing. I'm going back & forth with the idea and haven't settled on any one place. I guess I'll just wait & see how the next few months play out. Part of me feels like moving back is like giving up. I know that's silly & its not a good reason to stay in SF. I'll keep you all posted & in the loop. I did have a talk with my boss about the possibility & if I could continue to work from home at least 3 days a week. At first he said no, but eventually said we could work something out. That would have a huge affect on me coming back.
Friday, April 4, 2008
High Crime
I'm flying home to LA tomorrow and I couldn't get out of here soon enough.
Last Friday there was a fatal shooting at the other end of my block on Irving between 19th & 20th Avenue. The papers are saying that it's gang related. Apparently a group from work were celebrating a high sales month and someone outside of the party tried to get in on free food. The shooter obviously takes his food VERY seriously because he shot and killed two people.
Thursday a.m. I woke to a woman screaming at the top of her lungs at 4:45 am. I wasn't sure if I'd dreamt it so I waited a few moments for another. Sure enough she screamed another blood-curdling scream. I have no doubt that she was screaming for her life. I jumped up out of my bed, panicked that I'd forgotten to dead bolt the door. I checked the alarm, the windows, the kitchen door...all were locked. I didn't see or hear anyone outside for another 30 minutes. My roommate was staying at her boyfriend's house and I didn't know who to call. Being SO close to the park I couldnt tell if the screams were coming from that direction or a nearby apartment.
I called my downstairs neighbor at about 10 am and she said her roommate heard the same screams & that I wasn't hearing things. I decided to call the local police and ask if anyone else had reported it. The guy gave me the same reaction everyone else had...why didn't I call in the minute I heard the screams? That same thought has been weighing heavily on my mind ever since. I still have no idea what direction the screams came from and I felt like I wouldn't have any information to offer the police. I never got a call back from the police dept and haven't seen any blurbs in the local news.
It's a chilling thought to think that had I called in right away I could've possibly saved this woman's life. I just hope that someone else called in right away or she scared the person off.
I don't know how to wrap this one up...I can't quite shake it.
Last Friday there was a fatal shooting at the other end of my block on Irving between 19th & 20th Avenue. The papers are saying that it's gang related. Apparently a group from work were celebrating a high sales month and someone outside of the party tried to get in on free food. The shooter obviously takes his food VERY seriously because he shot and killed two people.
Thursday a.m. I woke to a woman screaming at the top of her lungs at 4:45 am. I wasn't sure if I'd dreamt it so I waited a few moments for another. Sure enough she screamed another blood-curdling scream. I have no doubt that she was screaming for her life. I jumped up out of my bed, panicked that I'd forgotten to dead bolt the door. I checked the alarm, the windows, the kitchen door...all were locked. I didn't see or hear anyone outside for another 30 minutes. My roommate was staying at her boyfriend's house and I didn't know who to call. Being SO close to the park I couldnt tell if the screams were coming from that direction or a nearby apartment.
I called my downstairs neighbor at about 10 am and she said her roommate heard the same screams & that I wasn't hearing things. I decided to call the local police and ask if anyone else had reported it. The guy gave me the same reaction everyone else had...why didn't I call in the minute I heard the screams? That same thought has been weighing heavily on my mind ever since. I still have no idea what direction the screams came from and I felt like I wouldn't have any information to offer the police. I never got a call back from the police dept and haven't seen any blurbs in the local news.
It's a chilling thought to think that had I called in right away I could've possibly saved this woman's life. I just hope that someone else called in right away or she scared the person off.
I don't know how to wrap this one up...I can't quite shake it.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
I need to get this feeling back
I wrote this in december and never posted it...
Saturday, December 8, 2007
For the past week I've tried to sit down to write a blog, but nothing comes out. I am speechless and can't quite explain what's been going on. I'm not going to superstitious and think that because I'm about to write about how happy I've been, that I'm going to jinx myself.
While I don't understand this newfound happiness, I am delighted. I feel like I'm finally getting to know myself and the city and it all seems like a perfect fit. Most would find that odd since I've barely ventured out and I can't tell one neighborhodd from the next. Or maybe it's because I'm surrounding myself with really genuine optimistic people lately. I guess I don't need to know why or where it all came from, but I should just be thankful that the storms have passed.
I don't know if any of you have had the chance to read Alese's blog yet. It has impacted my life more than I ever thought a stranger could. I never knew her and yet listening to the stories that people shared at her funeral made me realize that I'm not fully living my life.Her family contacted me yesterday through my blog and I can't figure out the best way to get in touch with them so I decided I'd just continue to write about her life and how many people have been impacted by her electricity. All week I've shifted my thinking and realized how self-absorbed I tend to be. In conversations and emails, I am always focused around my life and what's going on with me. But this week something changed and I found myself wanting to live my life more like Alese.
http://alesecoco.org/journal.htm
Saturday, December 8, 2007
For the past week I've tried to sit down to write a blog, but nothing comes out. I am speechless and can't quite explain what's been going on. I'm not going to superstitious and think that because I'm about to write about how happy I've been, that I'm going to jinx myself.
While I don't understand this newfound happiness, I am delighted. I feel like I'm finally getting to know myself and the city and it all seems like a perfect fit. Most would find that odd since I've barely ventured out and I can't tell one neighborhodd from the next. Or maybe it's because I'm surrounding myself with really genuine optimistic people lately. I guess I don't need to know why or where it all came from, but I should just be thankful that the storms have passed.
I don't know if any of you have had the chance to read Alese's blog yet. It has impacted my life more than I ever thought a stranger could. I never knew her and yet listening to the stories that people shared at her funeral made me realize that I'm not fully living my life.Her family contacted me yesterday through my blog and I can't figure out the best way to get in touch with them so I decided I'd just continue to write about her life and how many people have been impacted by her electricity. All week I've shifted my thinking and realized how self-absorbed I tend to be. In conversations and emails, I am always focused around my life and what's going on with me. But this week something changed and I found myself wanting to live my life more like Alese.
http://alesecoco.org/journal.htm
Subway
I finally came to my senses and googled the nearest Subway. It's the one "restaurant" I truly miss they are scattered all over Torrance. So I found one and it's only 2 blocks past my favorite Safeway (aka Vons for you people). It's clearly run by an older married couple. They worked at a v-e-r-y s-l-o-w pace and they have their own set of rules. First off, they don't carry soup. NO SOUP. Secondly, I happen to be a Subway regular and I know the exact number of meats, cheeses & tomatoes they're supposed to put on any given size. Sad, but true. I pile on as many veggies as I can to really get bang for my buck, as they say, and when it comes to the black olives I always use my standard, "And a BIG handful of black olives, please." Sometimes I get the occasional nincomepoop who misses the "big handful" and just tosses 15 or so olives on. This stopped deterring me long ago and I always request more.
This Subway was different, however, in ways unimaginable. When I asked for the large helping of olives the woman said, "We only put six on a footlong." To which I shreiked, "SIX?!?!" She turned and pointed to the sign that said extra veggies costs 30 cents more. As though I didn't read the sign, I again said "SIX?!" So she said, "Ok, ok I give you few extra," she turned to her husband giving him a look that said I know I broke the rules but this woman is a nut! and proceeded to wrap up my sandwich and rush me out of the store. It wasn't a pretty site and I had no choice but to settle on my 10 olives. I savored each and every morsel.
I returned to the same shop yesterday for lunch and she smiled and laughed when she saw me and I took this as recognition. Who knows. This time when I asked for olives she didnt count out six (you can actually see her mouthing the count with the tomatoes & pickles) she was all loosey goosey about the rules and threw on at least 11. I will slowly wear her down until she willingly piles on "a BIG handful of black olives," just you wait and see...
This Subway was different, however, in ways unimaginable. When I asked for the large helping of olives the woman said, "We only put six on a footlong." To which I shreiked, "SIX?!?!" She turned and pointed to the sign that said extra veggies costs 30 cents more. As though I didn't read the sign, I again said "SIX?!" So she said, "Ok, ok I give you few extra," she turned to her husband giving him a look that said I know I broke the rules but this woman is a nut! and proceeded to wrap up my sandwich and rush me out of the store. It wasn't a pretty site and I had no choice but to settle on my 10 olives. I savored each and every morsel.
I returned to the same shop yesterday for lunch and she smiled and laughed when she saw me and I took this as recognition. Who knows. This time when I asked for olives she didnt count out six (you can actually see her mouthing the count with the tomatoes & pickles) she was all loosey goosey about the rules and threw on at least 11. I will slowly wear her down until she willingly piles on "a BIG handful of black olives," just you wait and see...
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