mission statement

how the weekend started:

my brother, sister and i having breakfast at Local.  they're sorting through a pile of our mom's mail trying to figure what is current.  my brother is sporting a Kiss t-shirt, my sister an epic tattoo.  she is also drinking a giant glass of milk.  old. school.
we were prepping to drive to visit our mom and come up with a plan to move her and her stuff to another town.
how it ended:

the next afternoon i was by myself at gingergrass.  having a coffee, sangria and a spot of lunch.  our plan didn't work out as we'd hoped.  disaster is an apt description.  still!  we came through the weekend resolved as ever and happy to have spent some time together even if it was full of drama & shenanigans.  i have only been home for the holidays twice since 1989 so we haven't spent much time together, the three of us.

¡vamanos los gigantes!

 since moving from the bay area a jillion years ago i don't get to attend many giants games.  b/c i live in territory hostile to them i don't get to see them on tv much.  i love watching baseball.  love watching players getting into their batting stances, the pitching motion of guys on the mound, the throws, and the way they wear their uniforms (pants vs. sanitaries, buttoned up or loose, etc) all of this to say that i have loved watching sergio romo pitch!  stripey socks to wiry beard, all badassery and enthusiasm.  i don't know who took this pic.  it was posted on the giants twit feed and i grabbed it.
LOVE IT.

and this:  this was taken after the last game in cincinatti when the giants beat the reds to win the division.  this pic of clean-cut looking posey & living-on-the-fringe wilson embodies what i adore about this team.  about the bay area.  again i don't know who took this pic. 

we are going to the world series!
(this will probably be the most sports-related i will get here.  i am in the glow of the big win last night AND i have a little free time.  this results in sports posts. )

2 blocks from the Quik Stop

i wanted to post something today.  just had a weekend full of family drama and theatrics.  the Lunts, we are not.  in lieu of that post i'm putting up this odd nugget from last june's road trip.  this street sign is at the intersection of the street i lived on as a kid and the street of my best friend.  i wish i'd driven the distance to her house from here to see how far it is in grown-up distance. 
california suffered a dry summer so this neighborhood may be less green than it usually is but it still felt grim compared to when i lived there.  dirt yards, dead plants.
i wonder how many times i crossed the street at this intersection or rounded this corner on my way to michelle's house, or coming home from there (running so i wouldn't be late for dinner).
how many times did i make that trip carrying records? archie comics? elton john cassette tapes?

o! the stats of youth!

inaugral! road trip edition

in the time since my last job there have been significant changes in my home life.  the easiest to identify is that i am no longer driving the blue accord but have replaced it with something new!

while the old accord was dependable around town, it had been 6 years since it was able to make a long trip.  the last time i'd driven it to the bay area the oil light came on near Casa de Fruita.  now that i've a car that is up for a road trip i impulsively decided to take a trip north to see family, friends and a bit of baseball.

took this pic just as i was ready to pull out of the driveway.  in evidence:  clothing, knitting bag, bag of cds, cooler tote filled with all the fruit left in my kitchen, bag of shoes.

last stops on the way out of town:  yuca's for tacos and cafecito organico for an americano and coffee beans.

not an enthralling entry, but a significant day for me. :)

Happy Birthday, Barb!

just this: it's nearly 3am, just into bed after a night of celebrating Barb's birthday with some of my oldest friends. we did some math early in the night and decided that we'd all known one another for more than 15 years. toasted Barb's birthday, Georgia's film success, my editing gig and a few things best left unremembered. toward the end of the night my pal e. and i waxed sentimental, pointing out that each of us was the other's first friend made in the dawning days of grad school, 1996.
some of the funniest and most creative people i know were out tonight wishing barb a happy birthday. these are the people i've been spending my holidays with for the last 8 years.
threw down quality moves to both Stevie Wonder (Superstition) and the Stone Roses (Fool's Gold). came close to requesting Ohio Players, but never did.

final note: stripper in a Homer Simpson mask. "niche market" o_0

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BARB! you're tops!

i might just get out of bed to make some toast right now.

Alma Mater, Mother Dear

came across an alumni registry from my high school. this collection was from 1994.
my entry reads: Ms. Evonne: '85, Sports broadcaster/Student

fun fact: i graduated college in time for my 10 yr high school reunion