The Art of Work

My boyfriend is a real estate agent, and often his job entails taking photos of prospective ’sites’. He uses my camera (it’s better than the office one ) and comes back with about 100 photos of buildings. However, within those many boring, cold, industrial pictures, there are some real gems. He is actually quite good at photography; far better than I am. I like to save the ones that catch my eye.

He’s quite good, isn’t he? Well, maybe I’m a bit biased…

Yuck

I’m a pretty impatient chef, so I’ve never had this problem before, but overcooked pasta is really gross. Don’t let your cat guilt you into not getting up for 45 minutes. It’s a lose-lose situation, because eventually you’ll have to get up, and you’ll be eating mushy pasta while he’s staring at you angrily from across the room. At this point, I’d rather be eating al dente pasta while he stares at me angrily from across the room.

I love new toys

Testing my ability to post from my new phone!

How I Began My Morning

I would like to tell you how I managed to begin my morning yesterday with a BANG. I was a little slow that morning (again) and I got out the door by 8:30am. I decided to go a little more casual and wore my skinny jeans and new flat boots. I thought that the boots would be easier on my feet when walking down the hill, and a little less noisy in the office. I’m already tired of people peering their heads out their offices as I go CLUNK CLUNK down the hall. With tea and my direct deposit form in one hand and my purse on the other, I speedily walked down the hill to work. I bypassed my usual tripping spots because I didn’t have a heel to get stuck. Feeling safe, I picked up the pace and stepped hastily onto one of those yellow metal “textured” plates that are supposed to prevent slipping. In my case, it acted as a slick surface to my shiny new boots and my feet shot right out from under me. I didn’t just stumble, I fell FLAT ON MY REAR. I spilled tea all over my arm and direct deposit form.

I hastily stood up, checked myself for damage and quickly moved on, hoping to God no one saw me. I passed a woman in her car with a look of shock and pity. I just shrugged my shoulders as to say, “hey, it happens!” I really wasn’t embarrassed for some reason. Life is too good right now for a little spill to keep me down. But it was a bit embarrassing to hand a wet and crumpled form to the HR lady…

Hope you day is a little less eventful!

America’s Favorite Sport

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Giants game! Amazing seats, plus we got free tickets to the ‘clubhouse.’ great for when it gets cold out!

Washington Square Park

Eating a red bean bun from chinatown, in washington square park.

Nice House!

We had a little ‘fete’ at this house!

Cookies and Milk

The most amazing Toffee cookie yet. Westfield mall. Shopping alone is pretty boring! So boring I had to treat myself to cookies and milk.

Home at Last

Oh, the wonders of living two blocks from Chinatown!

Back @Home!

Well, I’m back! I’ve actually been back for almost two weeks but life has been so busy, I haven’t had much time for crafting or posting. I think once I’m settled in my apartment and a job, I’ll be creating once again. The last month in Pau was the best month of my life. However, it seems like every month this past year has been the best month of my life!

I have been spending countless hours these past days going though ALL my belongings, and trying to reduce it down to just two suitcases and a few boxes that will be shipped down at a later date. It was really quite freeing; shedding all that unnecessary junk made me feel like I was peeling off layers ad layers of bulky clothes. With each bag sent to Goodwill I felt a little lighter and less constricted. That is, until I got to my art supplies (and books).

I see my supplies as pure potential, and to see them go was like seeing a million possible projects disappear. It was sad to see them stuffed to unceremoniously into a garbage bag, but I knew I had no where to keep them, and they would make some other creative person insanely happy. I’ve literally donated two large pickup trucks full of items (my parents stored a lot of items for me over the years), but those five bags of art supplies were the hardest to hand over.

My books were almost as hard to give away, except that I actually made about $50 selling them to half price books, so that softened the blow a bit.  I have quite an attatchment to my books, and so I still have a large blue Rubbermaid bin full of books that I couldn’t bear to part with. I’m not sure what I am going to do with them, or how I will get them down to San Francisco, but I’m pretty sure my father (another avid book lover) will gladly store/read them for me in the mean time.

Only a few more days and I will be in a new apartment, city and state!