A-man, a future Seinfeld?

A-man's baby sitter has one heck of a green thumb!!

Demolished cake.

Being haunted by the spirit of my great-grandmother.

Many years ago Poppy's cousin sent us pictures of my great-grandparents. I noticed a startling resemblance between my great-grandfather and Mr. Dodge. I wondered then about why I felt so compelled to be with him. Had I been imprinted with some genetic code that caused me to seek out that particular look?

There is a young man at work, who both in look and manner, could be Mr. Dodge's long lost brother. It is so odd to be faced with that again, and realize I respond so strongly to it (though I am now rational, unlike the past). Odd.

Took a quick trip this morning over to see some of the work compadres from my past. It was good to see the progress that has been made, plus I got a free pen.

Drove down to S&B's this afternoon, as they had an old friend in from Ireland. It was good to see A-man. He was very happy to see me, and I to see him. He is definitely getting into the "let me test everyone on my rules" phase. He's gonna be too smart and too cute for his own good.

There were five children here tonight, all under six, and my brain had a hard time with the noise and chaos.

Tomorrow I will take photos of all the renovation going on in the backyard here.

The Birthday Boy.

A few drinks in.

Bounce.

The day began and then I had a clarifying conversation.
I showered, went to work, worked, worked out, grocery shopped, came home, stalled out, and need to return to the work I must do before morning.

Just thought I'd post some pics someone sent of Saturday's festivities.

Ms T and I.

We finish.

The throngs.

Raincheck.

Nice.

See what I mean?

The Duke Boys.

Tortillas.

Kegs being pushed around the walk.

Ms. T and Mr. Vascular.

Empty train at 6:20 AM.

Oh the insanity.

So, after three hours sleep, and a confusing evening, I woke up at 5:20 AM, and got myself to a nine mile walk across the city. Today was my first Bay to Breakers event. This is a non-charity run/walk that has a long tradition. People throw tortillas, dress in odd costume, or sometimes nothing, and drink a heap of booze.
It was not uncommon to see a totally normal Mom with a baby in a stroller next to a completely naked man, next to a sign that read "turn or burn".

Ms T. and I joined up with some of her friends who were dressed as sperm. Don't ask. She and I went as spermicide. Don't ask.

I came home and flopped into bed for an hour's nap, and then woke up and proceeded to torture myself and yawn the rest of the evening.

Not very smart for a thirty year old.

Some might know that this week was crazy, or at least weird.

Tonight I had Mr. Urbane's B-day party to attend. I got very nervous about the whole thing, as this meant I was finally meeting the all the people (including family) that I had heard about. It was fun, though, I admit, I had one too many. People kept telling me I was nice, which was nice to hear. The males in the bunch were all very flirty, which I found amusing. People kept thinking I was one of the other women there. Bizarre.

Last night I had an evening out with a gentleman, that was interesting. He was well traveled, but anxious. Strange.

More but too tired.