I'm willing to share small tidbits of me. Who I am. What I experience. Why I do what I do. Just ramdom thoughts from me. Enjoy!
Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
I prepared. I signed up. I continued my preparation. I knew I could do it, but thought it would be so much harder than it was. I ran my first race in years! Decades! The Bay Area Bay to Breakers on Sunday. It's a 12K (7.46 miles) from the Embarcadero (Bay side) to the coast (Breakers) along the Great Highway.
I completed the race at 1 hour, 20 minutes, 21 seconds (10.47 mile splits). In all my training, I'd never run more than 3 miles non-stop, but for the race, I ran the entire way, I beat my husband by 12 minutes. His mistake - stopping to walk up part the Hayes Street Hill (which is approximately one mile long). He said he was pissed (and motivated) when he got my text at the end of my race that said "DONE!"
My training included running up the hill behind our home - approx 3/4 mile, but a steeper incline than Hayes. I did that 2-3 times a week for 5 weeks prior to the event.
My father and a family friend also did the race with us, but they walked the entire way. Walk or run, it's a great workout and a ton of fun.
The race itself was WILD!! Costumed runners and spectators, bands along the route, naked people, etc.. There was one house on the Hayes St Hill that had a large group of "hippies" and the strong smell of weed wafting in the air in the streets. The crowd seemed to slow up at that house. Many of us inhaling deep.
I ran with my camera in hand the entire way and laughed at things I saw along the way.
Unfortunately, I cant show the pictures with real or simulated nudity, as it's against the TOU at Photobucket. Whatever, it's just fake boobs (A breast Cancer booth) and an old dude with tattoos on his ass.
I plan on running this again next year.
Next up, my husband and 10 year old son will be running the LIVESTRONG 5K in San Jose on July 13th. I dont think my camera during the race will be necessary, but you never know.
Three weeks ago, we couldnt tell if my child care provider's dog was sick or injured. His name is "Kobe". One day, he was quietly sitting beneath her kitchen table, not moving or making a sound - just blinking. My heart broke because he's such a cute, excited and friendly little dog, a Pomeranian and my first thought was "parvo". I know my sitter doesnt have much money these days, so the expense of the vet was out of the question. We all waited a few days to see if he would get better and he did.. a little. But he didnt get well.
My husband suggested taking him to the Humane Society to get him diagnosed and hoping it would be less expensive than the vet. The sitter's son, the actual owner, took him to the Humane Society and was told something on the order of, "we'll have a diagnosis in 5 days and you come and pick him up"... My husband kept asking for status and her son was supposed to go pay for Kobe's services and pick him up. My husband even offered to go and pay for it. For whatever reason, her son never took care of it.
We cant stop thinking about Kobe, so my husband and son went to the Humane Society today to get Kobe and he wasnt there. The diagnosis: a broken leg. He was euthanized on the 12th. :(
I can not get Kobe's little face out of my mind. It was just a broken leg and a lazy owner. My 10 year old son doesnt know what "euthanized" means, so he thinks Kobe was adopted. But for my husband and I, we just want to cry. How does a damn dog make you hurt so bad? Man, I wish I had at least one picture of him.
I have friends who've lost pets and are emotional wrecks - and I get it, but today, I really "get" it. Our sitter's sister was going to be moving in with her and doesnt care for dogs at all, so the sitter (and her son) was interested in finding a new home for Kobe - I think all of us in my family privately considered making Kobe part of our family. As a family, we've never had a pet. Normally, I dont care for little yappy, purse rat dogs, but Kobe had personality and had that "cuddle factor" going for him.
You know that sinking feeling you have when your car breaks down on the interstate or turnpike... in the middle of nowhere, like say, YeeHaw Junction, Florida... and the nearest exit is no less than 11 miles either behind or ahead of you? (dont laugh, this happened to me)
...Or that feeling of arriving to the airport for the only flight out they have for a quick 4 day trip to Costa Rica and realizing you left your passport at home... over an hour away?
...or that feeling you get when you go to, oh let's say, a ummmm... cock fight for the first time, at like, 3am and the cops raid the joint and you dont "belong" but everyone else does?
...or that out of control feeling you have when a drunken, unreasonable friend or relative wakes you up at 4 am with some of the weirdest shit? You cant reason with them. They dont make any sense. They're falling all over the place. They spit when they talk. ..and they just "love you, maaaaannnn!" They frustrate you. You just wanna go back to sleep. You could care less if they sleep on the train tracks...
You knowwww!! That "life sucks and I have absolutely no way of making it 'un-suck' for the moment". That life-sucking force, that helplessness that makes you say in your mind "I am so screwed and there's no where for me to go"?
Ok, so combine alllllllllll that and realize that's how spending time with Aunt Frankie feels. Seriously, you feel minutes of your life ticking away - and at the time, you are realizing (even saying to yourself) "these are moments that I can never get back" when you are with her - even if it's a day when you would have otherwise been at home with absolutely nothing to do and bored out of your damn mind.
She's already been kicked out of one care home for being "demanding, unreasonable and condescending". She's really testing the patience of the second home she's in. I would not be surprised if at some point in the next 30-60 days, they ask us to pack her shit and get her the hell out of there. She went through 7 or 8 (I lost count) in home care-givers in my first year of helping care for her. She's quite ridiculous!
I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing that the "life sucking force" is not as strong as it used to be. I remember it as a kid when my parents made us spend weekends with her. (WTF was wrong with them? UGH) My brother and I would make up songs when she left us in the car in the parking lot at the horse races. I cant remember all the words, but one of them started: I want my Daddy.. I want him so badly... I want my Mommy.. So she can feed me...
Pitiful, huh? Today, after being forced to spend so much time in "Frankie-dom" my parents now realize they were wrong to make us spend any time with her when we were growing up. They had no idea of the level of "ridiculousity"
My pain in the ass next door neighbors moved out on the 31st! I was so excited I just had to take a snapshot of the moving van. My husband mentioned that they were moving out about a month ago, but until I saw evidence, I couldn't believe it.
It was a wonderful day in the neighborhood when they left - it was like a cloud was lifted. Remember that black & white scene in the Wizard of Oz, when the tornado picks up the house with Dorothy and Toto and whips it around and random cows are flying and that wicked ugly lady rides (Miss Gulch) by on her bike? It was utter chaos! Yea, well... When they were here, we were all caught up in the chaos of their existance to all of us. Everyone stayed in their homes and neighbors stopped socializing. Kids didn't even play on the street. When I'd pull up in my car, I'd pull straight into the garage and close the door behind me so that none of them would bother me with bizarre stories or ask to borrow something...
Ok, now remember right after that scene when the house lands and Dorothy opens the door and everything is in TechniColor and all the Munchkins in Munchkinland come out of their houses to celebrate?
We'll Saturday was "TechniColor" day and we're "Munchkins" in "Munchkinland". Neighbors were outdoors in front of their homes. Kids were riding bikes, my husband and the kids washed three of our cars right in front of our very house without someone asking to borrow a plunger, toilet paper, ten dollars, kool-aid AND sugar or seeing someone totally wasted off of God knows what. My husband said, you could actually hear birds singing. Funny, it was like the birds either went away or just lost their voice for the last two years.
We have the new neighbors moving in already. We plan on formally introducing ourselves in the next day or two and checking them out. I have no shame in telling them what we absolutely HATED about their predecessors. I'll let them know up from, "Don't ask to borrow nuthin'"
So I hear this song on the radio weeks ago and I keep hearing it all the time:
Soulja Boy Crank Dat Soulja Boy Lyrics (yoouuuuuu!!!)
soulja boy tell em
ayy i got this new dance fo yall called tha Soulja Boy
u gotta punch den crank back three times from left 2 right
Soulja Boy Up In This Hoe Watch Me Crank It Watch Me Roll Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy den Super Man Dat Hoe Now Watch Me YOOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me YOOOOUUUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me YOOOOUUUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me YOOOOUUUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Soulja Boy Up In This Hoe Watch Me Crank It Watch Me Roll Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy den Super Man Dat Hoe Now watch me YOOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me YOOOOUUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me YOOOOOUUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me YOOOOUUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Soulja Boy up In This Hoe Watch Me Lean And Watch Me Rock Super Man Dat Hoe Then Watch Me Crank Dat Robocop Super Fresh, Now Watch Me Jock Jocking On Them Haterz Mayn When I Do Dat Soulja Boy I Lean To The Left And Crank Dat Thang (Now YOOOOUUUU) I'm Jocking On Yo Bitch Ass And If We Get The Fightin Den im cockin on ya bitch ass You Catch Me At Yo Local Party Yes I Crank It Everyday Haterz Get Mad Cuz "I Got Me Some Bathin Apes"
Soulja Boy Up In This Hoe Watch Me Crank It Watch Me Roll Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy Then Super Man Dat Hoe now watch me YYYOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOUUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Soulja Boy Up In This Hoe Watch Me Crank It Watch Me Roll Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy Then Super Man Dat Hoe now watch me YOOOUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
I'm Bouncin On My Toe Watch Me Super Soak Dat Hoe I'ma Pass It To Arab Then He Gon Pass It To Da Low (Low)
Haterz Wanna Be Me Soulja Boy, I'm The Man They Be Lookin At My Neck Sayin Its The Rubberband Man (Man) Watch Me Do It (Watch Me Do It) Dance (Dance) Lean'N To (Lean'N To) Nope, You Can't Do It Like Me Hoe, So Don't Do It Like Me Folk, I See You Tryna Do It Like Me Man That Shit Was Ugly
Soulja Boy Up In This Hoe Watch Me Crank It Watch Me Roll Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy Then Super Man Dat Hoe now watch me YOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Soulja Boy Up In This Hoe Watch Me Crank It Watch Me Roll Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy Then Super Man Dat Hoe now watch me YOOOOUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
All too clean off in dis hoe Watch me crank it watch me roll Watch me crank dat roosevelt den supa soak dat hoe(yooouuu) supa soak dat hoe(supa soak dat hoe) supa soak dat hoe(supa soak dat hoe) supa soak dat hoe(supa soak dat hoe) supa soak dat hoe(supa soak dat hoe)
All too fresh off in dis bitch Watch me shuffle watch me jig Watch me crank dat Soulja Boy Den supaman dat bitch(yooouuu) supaman dat bitch(supaman dat bitch) supaman dat bitch(supaman dat bitch) supaman dat bitch(supaman dat bitch) (ahhhhhhhhhhhhh YOOOUUUU)
Soulja Boy Up In This Hoe Watch Me Crank It Watch Me Roll Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy Then Super Man Dat Hoe now watch me YOOOUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOUUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Soulja Boy Up In This Hoe Watch Me Crank It Watch Me Roll Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy Then Super Man Dat Hoe now watch me YOOUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOOUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy) now watch me YOOUUU (Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
What. in. THE. heyallllllll ?!?! What is this dude talkin' about? His lazy speech drives me nuts, because what I've read above doesnt seem like the same words I hear in this song. Even if I can match his words up to standard English, I still need to know "what the hell is he saying?" Are those just random words thrown together?
Can we set some higher expectations? Is it that hard? I mean, really. Or am I really just all that un-hip? If so, I must say from deep, deep, DEEP in my heart and with all sincerity, I am giddy about being un-hip.
But get this, I am trying to get those dance steps nailed down...
Ugh...Everytime I encounter potatoes, they de-rail my dietary objectives. Everytime! Be it french fries, baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, you name it.. I cant NOT eat them. They are not a vegetable in my book - They're a carb! But I love them!
Despite my love for potatoes, I have lost 19 lbs in the past few month on my low carb eating plan. I thought it was only 12 lbs and I decided not to check the scale. I wanted my appearance to be my guide, not the scale. So, last week (after not weighing myself for about 6 weeks)I jump on the scale and I was down 19 lbs. Hard to believe I stay a full as I do, eat as much as I do, and I'm actually getting trimmer...despite the occasional "fucking potatoe" deliciousness (there's no 'e' on potato, is there? No, there isnt, Dan Quayle...)
Because I dont think we got one here in the bay area. I think it only got over 90 degrees where I live maybe 5 times and it's raining on the last day of summer. And it's not one of those warm summer rains - it's a bit chilly with gloomy grey skies. This is all so foreign to me. It even rained one day in early July. We NEVER get rain in July, August and Spetember...Oops! I mean "September".. dang typos.
I can't complain, because summer is generally very comfortable here. This year was just a little too cool for me. Sleeveless shirts almost seemed under dressed on most days. But you know what, I'll take that over hot, humid, sweaty any day.