Nov 4th is the best day of the year

So I'm sharing with you one of my favorite memories of this year.



Thinking back, walking up Pacaya, an active volcano in Guatemala, wasn't the brightest thing to do, but, if it had to happen at that moment, it would have been a really cool way to die.

Halloween Outing

On Saturday we drove up north to Petaluma to conquer the amazing corn maze.
It was so much fun...the bottle of Jim Beam we carried with us did not help :)











Not sure how long we were in there, but it was at least a good 45 minutes.
Good times.

i am fucking random

I cannot wait for the holiday season.

The best memories I have are the ones I create during these months.
I've always been the happiest from the beginning of Fall through the transition into Winter - definitely has to do with the cold weather.

The city is so lovely right now.
When I left last weekend, the city was hot.
Now that I've returned I feel the change of the impending crispness to come.

Plus, the Bay Bridge is closed indefinitely because of a crappy repair job last month and there aren't as many cars in the city.
It feels oh so very nice not sharing my city and not feeling cramped.

Though togetherness is always nice, too.
You know what I miss most about having a boyfriend?
Getting to have sex with my best friend.
I haven't really felt that way since 2004, even though last year was a whiff of that lovely air.

Although I'm not entirely in the mood for a relationship - it's a nice idea but that would require so much that I just can't give right now - there are moments I do miss having a counterpart.
That sounds weird because it's not like I don't feel whole - it's quite the opposite, actually.
I feel so complete that the desire to share this feeling is palpable.

Now that I think of it, the best and longest relationship I've had was born when I was the busiest.
I was 19 and R.A. at State.
4 classes, Bi-Weekly Meetings, R.A. duties - I was all over the place. I didn't have time for anything.
And yet, there I was - doing everything.

Dude! My Republican friend, Nick - he's not really a Republican, I just call him that because we're all politics - told me about this site called StumbleUpon and I am HOOKED! It takes you to random sites it thinks you will love and then you give that site a thumbs up or down and you'll receive the sites accordingly. It's so random - I absolutely love it!

I totally went off on a tangent - i'm high...my mind goes down where it needs to go, you know...

Random fact about me: Once upon a time, in a life where the first fantasies of forever were born, I was married on the Serengeti by the Maassei tribe while the sun set down on the earth gently leaving it's echo of light.

His idea.

How could I say "no" to that?

the images that make up my life

A few weeks ago, I rode my bike to the Palace of Fine Arts for the very first time.
There were only about 4 blocks left to go when it happened.
I'm peddling down the street with growing excitement in the air and wind in my hair when it begins to get difficult.
Each push of my feet feels tougher and tougher.
I was on level land so it couldn't possibly be the road.
Then a horrible thought popped into my head - "I am tired" - but I didn't feel tired until just that moment.
For whatever reason, I looked down at the road, then at my tires, and discovered the back tire was as flat as an ironing board.
I was so upset.
But not a real way - I mean, come on, it made me think all my gym time had gone to waste.
It has not.

I walked my bike the rest of the way and enjoyed a lovely afternoon reading under sunshine, watching ducks waddle, and smiling at dogs as they zoomed past me.
I still love my sad little bike because it was a gift from my friend Nikki who went back home to Germany - miss her.



I've decided that I love my toes.

Not like I hated them, but there were times were smaller ones were mildly desired.

On Friday (?) I was tripping out and stared at my feet for what seemed like an eternity and was just in complete awe of these things.

I'd bend and straighten my toes watching each one purposefully come back to its original position.

I'd wiggle them slowly - like a dreamy hello.

I thought about how my feet have held me up for almost 29 years and the strength they've needed to carry me through the 3 cities I've lived in and the countless others I've visited.

My feet are silent heroes.

I'm going to make them a medal in the form of a toe-ring.

When my afternoon was over, I walked my bike down Lombard and up that damn hill back home.
It was a good walk.

Life is beautiful.