Moving Day

I finally decided to move over to the new blog. Still tweaking with it a bit but it's starting to grow on me.

It would be way past bedtime if I actually owned a bed

So about three weeks ago I fell asleep in a completely wrong position. After a week and a half of pain, I went to the doctor. He determined that I strained a deep muscle in my neck/upper back. Being in Northern California, I had numerous friends ask if the problem could not have been solved by a massage therapist or a chiropractor. It probably could have but those solutions would have involved taking even more time off from work. I must say once more that I completely love Flexeril, the prescription the doctor wrote. Because I was in a great deal of pain at that time, he also wrote me a prescription for Tylenol 3. I'm saving that bottle for a real emergency. I would have needed them if it hadn't been for the Flexeril. The only thing I worry about is that the Flexeril runs out over this weekend. Does that mean that I will be wired for weeks? When I first started taking the pills, I was ready to go into coma sleep by about 4 p.m. (The earliest that I get off of work is 6 p.m.) Last week was hellish. This week is sooooo happy.

I guess I should head off to sleep now but if I leave now, I will be stuck with the sounds of Digital Underground doing "Freaks of the Industry."

Idle Hands

So I have a load of spare time on my hands these days it seems. Mainly because I refuse to deal with the mess that is the bedroom until I actually purchase furniture for that room. Don't worry though. It will happen soon. I have to have furniture in place in the room by mid-July at the latest. That means I have about a month and a half to deal with it all. Actually maybe I should shoot for late June as I am debating throwing myself a birthday party. I will be almost completely over the hill after all. (I must not think about that. I must remind myself that according to that lovely quiz, I act like I'm 26. Actually 26 was a good year so I think I'll stay with it as long as possible. Oh, and if I act like I'm 26, does that mean that it's still ok for me to date 21 year old guys?)

Enough of that. Back to the real topic -- spare time. I attribute the sudden gain in free time to the end of the television season. That's why I had to go to the library earlier this week. I recently realized that I wasn't completely happy with this blog and wanted to do some re-designing. However, there are limitations on what I can do with this. I have spent the last week or so trying to come up with a new look. Actually I have "finished" it; I just need to let the idea marinate a bit and see if I still like it. I figure that should be about another week or so. At that point I will post the link and hopefully see you all there.

On a quest for literacy

So this weekend I went to see Crash. We arrived in the area of the theater early, so we browsed through a bookstore. It's been some time since I've bought a book -- at least three months. I just can't stomach paying the outrageous prices they charge now for hardcovers though. Then I remembered that part of the appeal of my apartment is that it is within walking distance of the public library. Add to this the fact that the sun has decided to make an extended appearance this week and the fact that I got off work at 6:00. Well, it was just an outing in the making.

I ran into my apartment as quickly as possible so that I could change into something more casual (and cooler). I remembered to grab a tote bag on my way out the door to carry my finds home in. As I strolled along, I was greatly tempted to join the other fine residents of the People's Republic who were enjoying a cold one. Then I remembered I was on a mission. Not more than a block later I was tempted to stop to go shopping. Then I remembered my empty wallet and decided to continue on my way.

I finally reached the library only to discover that most of the books I wanted had already been checked out. I didn't leave empty-handed though; I got three. Even more important I got the first library card I've had in about ten years.

On my way back home, I remembered to stop in the Indian restaurant that's about three blocks away. I desperately needed a takeout menu because they deliver. (Yes, I realize they are only three blocks away and I could easily walk there. I've gotten my exercise for the week though. I did take the stairs in the library up to the fourth floor and back down.) Across the street is a taqueria. I was tempted to stop there too. Finally as I neared home, I saw a sign up at the French bistro around the corner from me. They now have cafe service in the morning. Guess what they're serving? That's right -- pain au chocolat. One day I'm just going to head out and eat my way through the neighborhood.

Another day, another dollar.

I'm sitting here at work and realizing that I haven't posted since last weekend. Actually I hope that I will be able to finish this post while at work. The new boss can be a stickler about certain things. Oh, and I do have a ton of work piled up that is begging me to come take a look.

The new boss is pretty much ok. I may not like some of her rules (like when I work on Fridays that I'm expected to be here until 5 and on Saturdays until 3). My old boss was pretty flexible on this kind of thing. Fridays I didn't have to stay any later than 4 and on Saturdays I could leave at 3. Then again she has been a consistent presence in the center since she began. Often I didn't know when the old boss was going to show up, if ever. Then her bosses would call and she'd expect me to cover for her. Hmmm ... maybe she needs that trust fund more than I do.

Looks like there's a new boy around, but he's already starting to irritate me. He called earlier this week because he said he had a few questions. I decided to just cut to the chase and said, "I already know what one of your questions is. You want to know why I didn't invite you to my housewarming." That was precisely the question. He was angry/hurt because I didn't. Mind you, I'd only met this guy three weeks before my housewarming. I told him that it was mostly family present. I just am picky about who gets to meet my family. His response? "Well it has to happen at some point." The last time some guy reacted that way to something I had said, the guy was planning our lives together. I keep wondering if these guys (yes, there have been quite a few of this type in my life) are this way all the time or do I bring out this obsessive quality.

Boy called this morning around 7 a.m. saying that he needed me to call him back at 8:30. He has jury duty and doesn't own an alarm clock. I get the feeling that this guy won't be around for much longer. Maybe that's the real reason why I didn't invite him.

Well, I'd better get back to work. I can't believe I still have four more hours to go.

Time to relax

I have just bid farewell to my final guests and as promised, I have pictures.


The spread

My friends and relatives were impressed, as always, by the food spread. A couple asked when I was going to give up the education thing and just start a catering business.



The Fig and Walnut Tapenade has always been a hit. My friend, Yvette, couldn't make it because she had no one to watch her daughter. She called her twin sister, Yvonne, during the festivities to specifically ask if I had made the tapenade. Yvonne told her that I had known that Yvette would make the request. Ten minutes earlier I had told Yvonne that she would have to take some home to Yvette because I remembered how much she had loved it before.




The Chicken Empanadas are another hit in Yvonne's family. Her other sister Monique couldn't make it because she is already dilated one centimeter. I said there was no need for Monique to attend. I mean, do I really want her water breaking in my apartment? Monique had already instructed Yvonne to inquire about the empanadas before Yvonne arrived. Yvonne said, "She may be starting labor but all she can think about is food." I had already set some aside for Monique. They aren't the prettiest ones I've made, but they're still tasty. (The empanadas were the last item I made and so I rushed in rolling out the dough. Oh, and Gloria, the dough is made from flour, cream cheese, and butter.)




Of course there was the requisite sangria to wash it all down. I am finishing the last of it as I write this. Well, I would if I could find my cup. That was one of my main problems today. I could never remember where I had left my cup.




I had told people that there was no need to bring anything, but we all know I really didn't mean it. Here's the loot I collected. Not pictured is the check that my dad gave me. It will buy my chairs at Ikea and then some. The tray (the box in the front) is from my stepmother. I was really surprised. She had already given me a check which enabled me to buy my lovely kitchen table from Ikea. Oh, and my dad is the one who gave me the lovely 6-pack of wine. In total I received seven bottles of wine and a bottle of Chivas. My friends say I have the start of another party.




This final image is from my hallway. Everyone was fascinated with it. I guess it's left from the old intercom system in the building.

I said it's time to relax, but let's get real. I still need to deal with the mess that is supposed to be the bedroom. I refuse to take more pictures of it until I have it decorated. At least now there is a path through the room.

I'm it.

I was tagged yesterday so here goes. I let myself marinate ... ummm I mean meditate ... with some Chuck last night. Here's my answers.

The Premise (pick 5):
If I could be a scientist…
If I could be a farmer…
If I could be a musician…
If I could be a doctor…
If I could be a painter…
If I could be a gardener…
If I could be a missionary…
If I could be a chef…
If I could be an architect…
If I could be a linguist…
If I could be a psychologist…
If I could be a librarian…
If I could be an athlete…
If I could be a lawyer…
If I could be an inn-keeper…
If I could be a professor…
If I could be a writer…
If I could be a llama-rider…
If I could be a bonnie pirate…
If I could be an astronaut…
If I could be a world famous blogger…
If I could be a justice on any one court in the world…
If I could be married to any current famous political figure…

If I could be an inn-keeper...
I'd have the kind of place that would make you feel at home. In fact you'd love it there so much, you'd never want to leave. Of course it would be impossible to get a reservation, it would be so popular. Oh, and the decor, food, etc. would make people say, "Martha who?"

If I could be a linguist...
I'd make more of an effort to travel more. Actually I did briefly toy with the idea of majoring in linguistics in undergrad. I've always been fascinated by language. That is how I ended up taking both Spanish and Italian in undergrad. (The linguistics department requires that you study at least two languages.)

If I could be a librarian...
I'd try to find ways to get kids away from their PS2's and to read more. I have always loved books. I am also picky about who gets to borrow mine. I think they should be treated with care and respect. Last year my classroom was directly across the hall from the school library. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

If I could be a painter...
I'd actually be able to draw what I see. Well, at least I hope so. The prof for the drawing class I took in college used me as an example once. "See how she has gone back over the work? She is not afraid to go back and try to correct what she has gotten wrong."

If I could be an architect...
I'd create affordable yet stylish homes for people around the San Francisco area. Why? Because I have accepted the fact that I will probably never be a home owner unless I get married. That is probably the only way that I will have the minimum income necessary to apply for a home loan given the current median prices.

So that's me. Guess it's my turn to decide who to tag next. I think I'll need more Chuck to make that decision. Guess I'd better run along before I'm late for work.

Eggs scrambled or over easy?

(with those cajones)

I was at a loss for my next post until I commented on another post. Funny how other posts will suddenly inspire you.

My boss quitting has brought out the alpha female in me. (Think an softer alpha male -- NOT!) I have always been a perfectionist and do not expect less from others. Before she quit, my boss gave me permission to address the instructors individually. Today I took full advantage of that opportunity.

As the day progressed, we suddenly realized that my boss was supposed to have a conference with a parent. I said that I could handle the conference as long as I did not have to work with students at the same time. What happened? You guessed it. I had to work with students at the same time. I quickly looked over the schedule and discovered a teacher who could work with my students until I was free. His response to the assistant I sent with the message? "I can do it for 10 or 15 minutes but then I have to get ready for my next class." Somehow he had forgotten that I am his boss. I was tempted to rip him a new one but I held back. Instead at the end of my conference, I stated that his response was highly non-supportive. He denied that he ever made any such statement. I have since received corroboration from elsewhere. He really is an idiot. When I was in undergrad (prior to attending law school and then dropping out), many people said that I should become a PI because I had a way of finding out things that nobody else could. What can I say? People trust me, as they should.

As far as progress on my cleaning goes, for those who may care, it is still at a standstill. I took some trash out tonight but the room still looks the same. At this point it just means that if I have to go through sleep deprivation to make the place presentable, I will. I am the queen of procrastinators.

One last time ... trust fund...

I am really looking forward to going to work today. Yesterday my boss arrived at work earlier than I had expected her. Why did she show up so early? So that she could pack up her personal belongings because she was quitting. That was a wonderful start for the week. The other manager, who just started work a week ago, came into my office shortly after our boss had left to ask if I was planning to stay around or not.

I was a little too shellshocked last night to proceed with the cleaning. Instead I watched some tv and had a couple of glasses of Chuck. I'm looking at the mess now. I think I have reached the point where the majority of stuff in there just needs to be thrown out. Nothing like a little spring cleaning.

Oh and if anyone has any musical suggestions for my housewarming on Sunday, I'd appreciate them.

I'm going in

With the festival over, it is now time for me to turn my attention back to my apartment. I swear that the mess that is the bedroom has grown.

I decided to turn in early last night so that I could get to IKEA bright and early today. (Apparently my aunt called me around 10:30 last night. That's what the call log on my phone says anyway. I guess I was in a coma.) I didn't get up early enough though because it took me at least 10 minutes to find a parking space. Thankfully I knew what I wanted to buy and where in the store to find it.



I am now the proud owner of a lovely Norden table. I even managed to put it together. Actually the real feat was getting out of my car and into my apartment -- alone.

I also went to Albertson's and Trader Joe's because my fridge was quite empty. Also if I plan to let people into my apartment next weekend, I really should have something to offer them. When I set out, I had planned to go to Albertson's first but my car operates on autopilot. I was thinking Albertson's but found myself in front of Trader Joe's. I figured that I may as well park and head on in. A month ago they had these wonderful lamb chops; they don't now. Such is life at Trader Joe's.

I really do plan to tackle the room today. I just need to get some food in my stomach first. All the shopping and putting together of furniture has drained me.

Now what do I do with myself?

Last night was closing night for the Film Festival. The film was The Dying Gaul. I enjoyed it. Patricia Clarkson was present. Of course I had VIP tickets for the party. At one point my friend, Rica, looked up and exclaimed, "There's Patricia Clarkson." A cosmopolitan later, Rica was inspired to go and talk to Ms. Clarkson. A dirty martini later, Rica was inspired to hit the dancefloor. Finally around midnight, I pointed out that perhaps we should be heading home. We both have to work today after all. (Speaking of work, I need to head there as soon as I finish this post. Once more all I have to say is trust fund.)

Now that it's all over, I must find new ways to entertain myself. I suppose I should finish unpacking. I did invite people over next weekend for a housewarming. I know I would be greatly embarrassed to have anyone see my place in it's current state. I'd also like to go check out the Berkeley Public Library. I've always loved that place and haven't been in a couple of years. Oh, and I'd like to get away from my upstairs neighbor. This morning shortly after awakening I got to hear him having sex. The girl was a screamer. I wish he'd just go back to having loud parties.

If you have any suggestions of ways to fill my time, I'd greatly appreciate them.

May the party never end

I was busy writing this post in my head on my way home. Sad thing is that the minute I sat down in front of the computer, I suddenly forgot all the witty things I wanted to say.

Tonight I went to the filmmaker's party at Bruno's. There were actually a few filmmakers present. My friends and I tried to keep things low key tonight; we're saving our energy for Thursday, the closing night. I had thought about not going tonight due to my hellish day at work. Then I came to my senses and realized it was my obligation to attend because I had had a hellish day at work. (By the way, have I mentioned recently how much this work thing sucks? Where is my trust fund or, in its absence, my extremely wealthy husband who lets me spend money indiscriminately?)

Saw the new boy tonight. Just as well. There weren't a great deal of prospects present. Thursday night will be different and the boy has stated that he cannot make Thursday night's festivities.

He interviewed Wanda Sykes today for his tv show. He remembered to ask her about her show that had been on Fox -- thanks to me. He really should keep me. That's never the question though. The real question is do I want to keep him. Answer -- for now.

The party was sponsored by Sterling Vineyards. There was food. Don't ask me what it was though. I had just eaten dinner before arriving. Good thing. The people descended on the food like locusts on a field. Five minutes later there was nothing left. So much for people who allegedly have money. Where's their class? I think I will have nightmares about the feeding frenzy for years to come.

Luckily I ran into Katie tonight. I've known her for years. At Opening Night she gave me her card. I am lucky that my license was still in my purse at the end of the night, let alone someone's card. I got another card tonight. Katie is a filmmaker and wants to make a documentary about my family reunuion this summer. Sick and twisted, right? Needless to say, I'll keep you posted.

So she didn't lie to me

Opening Night of the festival was almost two weeks ago. Shortly after arriving at teh party, my friend Yvonne and I were approached by a photographer from The A List. She said that the photos would be available on the site. I have checked almost everyday since. Today I was happy to see that the photos are finally posted. I do hate taking photos though. It must have been the Skyy vodka that made me pose.

Beware boys

It was a slow morning the other day so it was back to the online surveys.

Your Seduction Style: Siren / Rake

You possess an unbridled sensuality that appeals to many. The minute you meet anyone, you can make them crave you almost immediately. You give others the chance to lose control with you... spiraling into carnal bliss. A dangerous lover, you both fascinate and scare those you attract.

I love it when the surveys tell me things I already know.

I have been loving my siren-like appeal of late. It's a shame the Film Festival is almost over. I will have to find new places to try to lure men to their ruin.

Friday I hit the party at the W Hotel in honor Joan Allen. She looked fab and was really nice. The food and cocktails were outstanding too. I met a guy who works for the Mayor's Office. Now I just have to find a reason why I need a meeting with the Mayor besides the obvious reason of he should marry me. Spent the rest of the evening hanging out with the guy I met at the party at the Bubble Lounge. Then I took myself on over to Zuni Cafe. Unfortunately my friend, who is the manager there, was working and tried to cut me off. I just waited for him to leave before I called the bartender over. Following that cocktail, it was off to the Kabuki for the midnight screening of Phil the Alien. I had to go; I had told the director when I ran into him at the party that I was going. Besides I needed the time in the theater to sober up.

Saturday was mostly spent recuperating. I then headed into North Beach to meet up with the boy from the Bubble Lounge. We went to check out a new tapas place -- good food & wine, nice atmosphere. I've decided that I'll keep him around a bit longer as he didn't irritate me while I was sober.

Tomorrow night is yet another party. The boy can't make it so I figure I can check out new boys...