I'm gonna marry the night

So, instead of bitching about how stressful my job is already this morning (just know it is), I'll tell you about almost getting pee on me in San Fransisco.  It's a good story. 

I tried to draw a comic of this but it's taking too long, perhaps I'll finish it tomorrow and post it. 

So Ann and I are walking all around Mission Street in San Fransisco, just being two trendy and awesome chicas.  We decide to go to a El Salvadorian place to eat some papusas.  So we go into a random restaurant and sit down at a sort of cleanish table.  The waitress comes up to us and shoots off some rapid Spanish.  I'm at a loss (it's been like 8 years since my last Spanish class), so thankfully Ann has some Spanish under her belt.  She translates the question to me, what kind of juice, tamarino, orchard or pineapple.  The lady speaks no English at all.  I'm not sure how she can work in a restaurant in SF without marginal English but she does.  Or maybe she was just refusing to speak to us in English, I don't know.  Either way, Ann helps me remember some of my Spanish and we both order papusas, mine with puerco and frijoles and hers with queso y frijoles.  She makes it a big deal, saying "sin animalia" and asks if they use lard ( I don't remember the Spanish for it).  The waitress says, no, no, no animalia.  Good. 

We get our papusas a little bit later (eat them with plantains, which I've never had before, AWESOME!!!!) either way, mine was fine but Ann gives me a funny look and a piece of her papusa.  "Is this meat?" she asks me.  Why, yes, it was.  Way overcooked chicken.  So we get the reluctant waitress to come back over and ask her if this is "pollo"? "Si!" she answers enthusiastically.  Ann sighs, points to herself and says "vegetarian".  The waitress brings her a new papusa.  Most of the rest of it was uneventful.  Btw, thanks to Ann for buying my lunch, I owe ya one!

So we are walking back up Mission St carrying our leftovers and heading towards Om Shan Tea, the teashop we were going.  We saw trannys, prostitutes, crazy homeless guys and other colorful SF Mission St residents.  One homeless guy (this was on our way to the papusa place but who cares about a timeline, really?) points to me and says "America's!" then points to Ann and says"TOP" and points to himself and says "Model!" Then goes and talks to a prostitute.  It was interesting. 

Anyway, an old guy was pushing an older guy down the street in a wheel chair, ignoring all the traffic laws and pushing him out into oncoming traffic.  He ends up getting ahead of us because of this (cool chicas don't violate traffic laws!) and I don't think anything of it.  Ann and I are totally having cool chica talk going on, minding our own business when I look over to my right randomly.  There are all these trees planted on the sidewalks next to the road and the wheel chair pushing dude totally flashes me his ass and his tucked jewels and staff and pees backwards on a tree.  If you didn't get that, he is bending over, facing backwards, spraying a tree with his urine with his ass hanging out and his cock and balls tucked backwards giving me quite a show and almost giving me a quick golden splatter. 

I make some type of expletive and jump back against Ann who was unsuspecting and didn't have her eyes scarred by this unique event.  Thank goodness one of us was able to be spared.  It does make a good story, right?  I actually like that crazy stuff happens every now and again, it makes the trip more memorable.

Most of the rest of the trip was mostly uneventful, we went to the tea house which was awesome, it was totally Tibetan Monk themed, there were no products served that monks wouldn't eat, so no soy, nuts, sugar, processed foods, nightshades, some other things.  I really liked it.  And the lady working there who's name was Ash, totally a hippie but she didn't smell like a hippie so that was good, was totally awesome.  She was super nice and helpful and made us feel totally comfortable and welcome.  It was so nice.  I think that Ann and I really were able to talk with each other and feel super relaxed and unpressured.  I honestly feel that we bonded more during our Mission Street expedition than the whole rest of our trip so I'm really happy we went. 

Oh, we didn't have any children, either, the dads took them to a really cool children's museum under the golden gate bridge.  I'll post pictures of that soon, I promise. 

71 emails in my inbox...Yeah, I'm back from vacation.

Sometimes vacations need to be followed by another shot of vacations.  I come back to work and immediately I find news that stresses me out to no end.  I wish I could just not care but I do.  Anyone know anywhere that's hiring a semi-intelligent watershed ranger with a pretty good understanding of algae and water treatment, water management, dam management and Cryptosporidium prevention? Cause I'm your girl.

Came back to a moldy sucky office, too.  Isn't that just awesome. 

I'm gonna try to spend some time talking about California throughout the week as time permits.  I hope I do get the time...we will see. 

Anyway, I have 71 emails to check and respond to before I can do anything else. 

I'm back, baby, I'm back.

sunny cali, day 2

So its all going pretty well in california. The travel out with asher was 1oo% better than last time so that was nice. Sad thing is we are all either getting colds or severly allergic to something because we are all congested. We are working on medicating to appropriately solve the problem.

So yesterday we went to the Makers Faire, which is pretty much a nerd festival of awesome proportions. Amd heavily steam punk oriented. I personally think steam punk is under ratted. I love it. We rode a solar powered carousel which was painted completely white. We didnt take our laptop or i would have posted some pics to go with this blog. We also had our first round of awesome california garlic fries. Yum! We later went to the mountian view festival, much to ry's dislike of festivals. Im pretty sure he had a good time at both.

Today we went hiking in coyote hills which was nice. Its a park set in foothills and saltmarsh. Very neat scenery. Also, there was a ton of wild dill growing everywhere which was cool. And canada geese. I just cant seem to get away from stupid canada geese.

The bad thing that happened, tho, was that when we were trying to wrangle the kids in the car jason put the camera (his super expensive tricked out camer) on top of the car and asked me to remind him of it. My head is all foggy from sickness or allergies or something and i forgot about it and so did he. We were going down the road and i heard 'thump bump' and remembered. His camera is trashed. I feel horrible. :(

Anyway, theres my quick update.

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And I said, eh hey hey, I said hey, what's going on?

So, sitting in meetings here for me goes something like this. 

I had a vision of a very common place

I'm pretty sure there's a black obelisk in the lab hallway this morning.  Well, honestly, it's much more of a thin box than an obelisk but, still, you know?  It wasn't there yesterday and it's just a solid thin box.  I wonder if I'm gonna evolve or level up soon.  I hope I don't level up to diabetes. 

Cake show was Awesome last night.  I had such a good time with the Jesses and Jess P.'s exboy Peter.  He was pretty cool.  But very intense.  I'd hang with him again, though.  Cake played a double set (they told us they were opening for themselves), the parking at the Masonic Temple was free (yes, free.  I couldn't believe it, either.  I mean, it's Cleveland.  Nothing is free in the Cleve), the feel was good, the music was great and it was such a nice night.  They gave away a free tree to a guy last night but he had to promise to plant it, take a pic and send it to the website.  Then he also had to promise to send a pic every couple of year as an update.  How eco-clever of Cake.  I love them just a little bit more than I already loved them.  They played so much off their very first album (which is my favorite) so I was super duper happy.  Oh and JJ gave me a super awesome magnet because she's awesome. 

Although I think I might have annoyed her on the car ride home.  Sorry if I was more annoying than usual, I was pretty tired not that that's an excuse or anything.  Public apology, check!

DM says you're gonna die, Roll a d6

This goes down as one of my favorite songs ever.  It's so awesome I think I might listen to it on repeat.  I wonder where asher gets that trait from....hmm...


I sucked so bad at fencing last night, which is sad because it was my last class all summer.  It made me really sad.  I think that perhaps that I have not progressed as well as everyone else in my class and so I'm just not as good as everyone else.  And I can't practice unless I get my own gear which is $150 minimum (probably more expensive if I get a nice grip and with shipping).  So, yeah, I'm a little bummed out about it.  But my bro and Martin were good and showed off in front of their girls so that's all good.  I just felt like garbage, cause I felt like I was kinda good for all of a few weeks.  It's okay.  I'll just watch Princess Bride and pretend I'm Inigo Montoyo.  He loses but he's so awesome it doesn't matter and he wins in the end so it's all good.

Fuck that shit, gonna rob a bank, need twenty thousand dollars to make me crazy

I think I'm going to be posting sporadically for the next two weeks, I have a lot going on and then I'm going on vacation.  Hopefully you won't miss me too much. 

I need you now, need you, need you, need you now...

Sunday again.  Another week has cycled through my life and is gone forever but not forgotten. 

Had a nice party last night despite the rain.  We even had a fire for about 25 minutes until it rained too hard.  Thanks to everyone for pitching in.  I should have taken pictures but I forgot.  I suck at that kind of stuff.  Asher had a ton of fun, dancing with everyone in my  living room and building legos with Tom Z.  All in all, a good time was had by all (I hope).  I had fun.  I need to re-evaluate when I throw parties, I can't drink that much on Saturday nights because I have to work early on Sunday mornings. 

I'm gonna get my hair did again before we fly out to Cali.  I'm looking forward to it.  And, I get to see Cake for the first time this week, too!  How exciting.  It's gonna be a good week I hope. :)

I reign supreme in my own damn mind.

Here's an interesting q&a with MSI members about their old but newly released album "Tighter".  Just a quick post but I thought it was interesting so check it out, yo?

I'm drinking alone at home and saving all my money

I don't wanna go sit in meetings all day long.  Will you do it for me? 

I had a dream that I was a butterfly who had a dream it was a human being.  I wonder which is actually real, me or the butterfly.  Nothing is new.  Nothing is original. 

People glad to be where they are, with who ever they're there with

This song, the title for today, I heard from some random posting on 30 day music challenge on Facebook (which is pretty fun).  I like it.  I'll post the song at the bottom, I know I haven't been doing that lately.

Just starting work today with my cuppa Twinings Earl Grey tea (oh, my new morning tea love of loves, it's so good...tea swoon...), but to get my tea I had to have a clock fall on my head first.  It was a "what the fuck" moment of the day.  Weird things fall on my head at weird times.  I had a celing tile fall down on my head while sitting in Japanese class one time, too.  So strange.  It broke right in half on my head (the tile, not the clock). 

Thanks for all the positive comments yesterday on the blog about my dad and my bro's reaction.  It's nice to know I'm not just being melodramatic or daddy-issued more than anyone else, and to know you guys support me and love me.  It's a nice feeling.  Or maybe I am being melodramatic but it's melodrama with purpose. 

And, I would hope I have nicer cleavage than my brother.  It would be fucked up if I didn't.

And if you lose the devil gets your soul

So my brother told me yesterday that my father is an adult and can drink if he wants to drink.  I'm glad that it doesn't affect him like it does me.  I wish I could just say the same that he thinks, that we are all responsible adults who can take care of themselves.  It is presumptuous of me to say that I know better when it comes to my dad?  I wonder if my brother is cool with it because he was younger when it was bad and had me there to help out or if it's just his nature.  Maybe a little of both.  Sometimes I envy my brother.  I wonder if the reciprocal is ever true. 

Then suddenly you know you're never going home

I'm having issues.  I'm trapped at 16 when I go to my dad's house lately.  Just because it's more expensive doesn't mean it makes me feel any better about the bus from which he fell.  How should I feel?  I know this dad. This is my dad.  But this is not a healthy dad.  Everyone likes this guy but me.  And even I like him, and I hate him.  It makes me think of childhood stories.  I've told you a few already, I think. 

One time my dad took us camping...
One time my dad took us on a hike...
One time my dad locked us out of the house for a whole day so we could learn to survive in the wild...
One time my dad swears we were abducted by aliens...
One time my dad let my 3 year old brother drive home from Cleveland in a borrowed car...
One time my dad fell from a cliff he was trying to climb...
One time my dad accidentally left us at a woman's house...
One time my dad got my dog arrested...
One time my dad got arrested...
Another time my dad got arrested...
Another time my dad got a DUI...
Another time my dad got a DUI while on a DUI.
Another time my dad got a DUI while on a DUI, again.
A lot of times my dad made me drive (even before I had a license) to buy him beer...
One time my dad passed out drunk at the drive-in theatre and I had to drive us home (I was 14)...
Another time my dad got pulled over for doing donuts in Eastway parking lot...
One time my dad locked us in his room for hours, lecturing...
Another time my dad locked in in my room, lecturing...
One time my dad fell down the stairs and broke his collar bone and made me set it...
Another time my dad fell down the stairs and broke his collar bone and made me set it....
One time my dad punched through the glass window on the door and made me pull the glass out with a hot dog and stitch it up with fishing line...
Another time my dad punched a window and made me pull the glass out with a hot dog and stitch it up with fishing line...
One time my dad tried to burn the house down while he was inside it...

I could go on but it gets a bit repetitive. 

Daddy issues much?

Sorry, I'm done now.

Here's a little something I made to educate you on what I do

Okay, so it's not a whole lot of education on what I do but I did create this little picture to explain how basic runoff works for the watershed presentations I give.  I hope you like it.  I'm not the best artist ever so I wouldn't say it's great, but it gets the point across. 

Runoff is a primary problem/concern in the watershed currently (seasonally).  All these spring rains in combination with the spreading of manure, fertilizers and bio-sludge (yup, you heard that right, bio-sludge: basically consists of the treated sewage leftovers from portapotties, waste water treatment plants and pumped out septic systems, yum!) on crop fields, runoff from pasture lands and manure storage areas and fertilizers for pretty verdant lawns and golf courses can create a lot of messy runoff that enters into the source waters (potentially).  So, it's a lot of junk just gathering into the water every time it rains if it's not applied properly (which is more expensive and more difficult to do, so it almost never is, at least in my experience), which makes me a very busy ranger.

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Take it as a threat, or better yet, as a promise

The flowers are dying on my desk.  They never last long.  Is it because my office is full of toxic mold (dude I work with is severely sick this week, too, head cold congestion and stuff, perhaps from the moldy carpet that they refuse to remove)?  Is it because my office is full of despair and neglect?  Is it because cut flowers never last long when placed in a graduated cylinderr of treated water (I really should collect river water for them...)?
Not that you needed to know but I'm close to my monthly disability.  This last week has been super weird, emotionally.  I have been obsessively addicted to an anime (which I finished last night.  Why do I get so attached to tragedies which I know are gonna fuck up my mental space in the end?  It was such a good show, but now I'm dwelling on it mad hardcore...) which has left me feeling detached from other life.  Like, I just don't feel like reality is really all that and I don't really want to participate in it right now.  I just want to keep reading and being selfishly self absorbed.  I know it's just hormones so I'm waiting for the red lady to visit already so I can move on from this mental space.  Cause I just can't shake it on my own. 

It's okay for now.

You're so vain, you probably think this post is about you

A question I pose to you, faithful readers.  Why am I so dumb.  Here's proof. I mean, why do I think I can argue with these people?  I don't get it, how can you only hear what you want to hear and live your life happily away, pointing fingers at everyone else and finding no reason to ever doubt what you hear second or third hand.  Or on Fox Network?

I'll post more if I get any more good responses.  I'm sure I will.  Really I don't know why I'm even getting involved.

Zombie related post today

Check out this little piece from snapjudgement.org about a man who's family told the government he was dead so they could claim his property.  He was a zombie for like 16 years.

Also, survival tip of the day:  Always do a double tap to the head.  Always.  Unless you are fighting Necromorphs, then shoot off their legs, then use your kinesis to impale them with them.

Oh, I'm in love, my fingers keep on clicking to the beating of my heart

Oh yes, I'm in love.  With Sebastian from Kuroshitsuji (black butler).  Oh god. I love it.  So much.  I think only the Japanese are capable of making a butler so cool and sexy and awesome and kick ass, even if Ceil did have to sell his soul to get him.  I'd sell my soul to that sexy boy demon.  I watched seven episodes last night after I put asher to bed (daddy was at a beer fest) and stayed up a little too late but I don't care.  I'd do Bassie all day long.  God he's hot.  I guess it's a good thing I have stuff to do when Ry is intermittenly gone for the next coupla weeks on business trips.  Also, I have been feeling very reclusive lately, I just want to be by myself and read or watch anime.  What's happening to me?  I wonder.  I want to go on a sabbatical. 

Might have a guest blogger for one day, will keep you posted.