senile felines

since yesterday was my friday, i guess that makes today my saturday.
i feel like there was something important i was supposed to do today...i'm not doing it. i think i might be kicking myself in a couple days when i remember.
i'm trying to break claire of the 5:15 am breakfast habit i've let her get into. she screams in my face starting at 5:15 and until i get up and feed her. today i made her wait until 7:30...when justin broke down and couldn't take it anymore. i'm going to be strong.

quick yard sale:
free tree! free tree! come pick it up anytime, please leave the barrel.



went for a walk this morning...
rad roof deck.

apparently i'm very naive. i'm sad this is neccessary.

bike rack courtesy of the underground utilities conversion.

keep driveway clear.

taxi prius!! woot!!

back of the panhandle band shell. get out there and make some music, this thing will be gone after september.

bar crab.

i invited everyone in my department (about 30 people) out for drinks after work yesterday to celebrate my promotion. six people showed up. well, i guess really only five since one of them was just the boyfriend of a girl i work with. but quality is better than quantity and the people who showed up are some of my favorites. it was fun.

today's gwen gem:

g: your hair is too long. it used to be so cute but now it just looks like you need a haircut.
me: GWEN! that was NOT a nice thing to say.
g: (looks at me with a shrug, as if to say "i'm just saying," then walks away)

i just got my hair cut 6.5 weeks ago...but guess i'll make an apointment for saturday.

and mom found this really cute picture of baby taxi...

don't nod

i brought cookies into work to celebrate my promotion. i made them yesterday with some help from my mom in engineering the cookie cutter shape (yes, that means i was in ptown and didn't call anybody...sorry, i'm trying to get in some good mom time before she leaves us on her pilgrimage to slc).

anyway, cookies...they're water drops (since i work for the water company...) and they were vegan.

too hot to hoot

the girls and i headed to the south bay on saturday for some fun in the sun at my company picnic. no lame potato sack or three-legged races for us, we went to great america!! yeah! i went there last year for jeni's bday, it was way more fun than i expected it to be after all these years. natch, i was excited to get back out there for some more stomach-turning/headache-inducing fun. top gun was our gluten free bread, the grizzly, demon, vortex, invertex (invertigo to the layman), drop zone, rip roaring rapids, loggers run, and some other little ones were the almond butter and jam.
great

america

top gun!!

leslie and rachel on something spinny

leslie and rachel on the log ride

a series:
what happens when leslie has the camera...




what happens when leslie doesn't have the camera...

step on no pets

had dinner at the huneke's last night. steve brought veggies from his garden....mmm. the zucs were huge. and the tomatoes were fantastic, i stole a bunch of them to bring for lunch today, but i couldn't wait and ended up eating them before breakfast.
daniel was there, and taxi came too, he loves to see june and avery but poor rainbow butterfly was stuck on the roof most of the night. i'll be back again soon, i miss the hunekes (and if you like this picture, visit lori huneke photography!! not that any strangers are reading this, but just for shits and giggles).

face decaf

i got my promotion today...you can now call me assistant engineer sweet.
go me. yay.

and oakland was pretty yesterday, here's my running route:

late fetal

on sunday i finally made it out to see jen and vince and their new baby boy isaiah.
about time. dear lord, that's baby's cuteness is ridiculous. not that i should have expected anything different, his mom is one of the cutest people i know. jen had the flu and was sad she hasn't been able to hold him much. vince seems to be an amazing dad, and isaiah was finally getting over crying every time vince touched him. except the kisses, scruffy beard kisses are rough on his baby soft skin, those still ilicit a scream. but the cutest thing? he smiles when he sleeps. i'm sorry it took me so long to get out there.
i didn't take any pictures because i feel funny taking pictures of babies, i'm afraid the flash will hurt them, so i stole these from vince (thanks!).

top spot

after a whirlwind/half-assed cleaning of the ransacked apartment, i hopped in my car and headed to davis, about an hour late. i met up with barb and mike, a lovely couple who let me live with them during my last quarter at davis. we drove up to the american canyon, somewhere nearish to forest hill i think, to visit their favorite swimming hole. i had to ask them to stop along the way...post party stomach and winding roads getting the best of me, but once we got there the mini-hike and swimming and lying on the rocks were just what the doctor odered. barb made a vegan thai tofu dinner for us and we had fruit sweetened almond pecan soy delicious for dessert...mmmmm. i heart the co-op. davis love. who feels me on this?


















barb in her favorite spot.


























pretty canyon swimming, the water was perfect and so clear.















my favorite rocks.


















canyon and the bidge to forest hill.


























scary bridge to be on when trucks are passing. i swear the county is just waiting for it to fall down, it was "paved" with aluminum siding.

party boobytrap

ah, the weekend.
no work on friday meant i got to go out to dinner with cool breeze thursday night. he's fun, but i continue not to be a fan of the citrus club. the veggie soup tasted like dishwater. blech.
friday had plenty of time to fart around and get ready for leslie's birthday party, i cleaned, put lights and speakers in the back yard, gardened, made justin go with me to costco and the fish market, and had a long overdue stoop conversation with piz (repeat after me "i love larry!").
the party got started with dinner around 7, it was a good time with good friends, good music, and too much booze (at least for me). i hate that i always forget. i don't even remember one of the people i love most in this world, my dearest christian, stopping by. i'm sorry for that.
i don't remember the retarded tank top girl.
i don't remember who broke a glass (i'm pretty sure it was me).
i don't remember getting mad at z when he left (sorry z).
i don't remember getting married (sorry al).
and i don't remember the many other foolish things i'm sure i did.



















pre-party dinner with the most special of friends landed moy-toy in the birthday girl's lap.


















gorgeous krilanovich girls.


















loving my new dress.


















big noggin contest winner (24.5 inches!!) and sparklers.


















proof that it is impossible for me and steve z to take a bad picture.


















enthusiastic present reception.


























what happens when you fall asleep on the couch before giovanni leaves.

dad

he was supposed to come visit today.

solo gigolos

the other day i was walking home from the masonic house and had fergie's "glamorous" in my head, my theme song, if you will.
today at work i couldn't get the phrase "getting nude with two dudes with food" in jermaine's deep sexy voice out of my head.
quite a contrast.
and i'll say i prefer the latter.

straw warts

i'm the kind of person that funny folks at the bus stop like to talk to. on the way to the periodontist (yes) a sort of frumpy mustached lady commented on my crossword puzzling (she used to do them, but had to quit because she was addicted) and on my lack of a sweater (she had an extra in her bag, not that she was offering, just saying she was smart for having a back up. she also said she was glad she was wearing pants today...apparently yesterday she was not wearing pants, i didn't pry). she was headed home to drop off her extra sweater and her umbrella (no chance of rain today but she brought it just in case). when she got home she just knew her girlfriend was going to call her and want to hang out (her girlfriend always keeps her out late, like all night). (like until 6:00 or 6:30). now this lady didn't seem the "out all night" type, but i really wasn't surprised that she would have a more exciting social life than i have. then she clarified: "after i get home at like 6:30, alls i have time for is dinner and then one hour of tv and then some radio and then i have to go to bed."
enter the number 11 bus and i'm off, bidding her farewell and good luck getting home earlier tonight.
oh, and about the periodontist, i have more gum grafts on august 24. smoothie time.

on a clover, if alive, erupts a vast, pure evil; a fire volcano

went to sea ranch this weekend. puzzles, salads, cinnamon carmel soy dream, beach and trail runs, house hunting, lp transfers, an offer accepted on my parent's house in ptown, my near taxi's death experience on highway 1, and one angry cat. it was fun and i want to go back. i might retire there with my parents.

bikers

















pirates and patriots

















puzzling taxi

















sea veggies

























and some tidepooling

i prefer pi

colette came over for dinner tonight, we made tomatoes, eggplant, and cous cous in caper sauce. it was ok, i would have left the lemon out, i haven't appreciated lemon since the risotto fiasco.

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