Monday, March 26, 2007 


I've been remiss in updating this thing, especially considering that I've actually done some fun "blog worthy" things.

A couple of weekends ago, I was lucky enough to hang out with one of my favorite bloggers, Neil of Citizen of the Month. He and his wife/muse Sophia were passing through San Francisco on their way back to LA after having taken a drive to Portland. We were joined for brunch by the fabulous
Empress Dagny. It was so cool to meet them all in "real life." Originally we'd planned to eat at Lime (and partake in their All-You-Can-Drink mimosas for $4) but when we got there, the wait to get in was out of control. So, we came back to my neighborhood, and ate at Last Supper Club. Good food, good drink (I had a roasted tomato bloody mary), and fun company. After brunch, we picked up my kid and we took a mini-tour around San Francisco, seeing the murals in the Mission, the yuppie parents in Noe Valley, and the view from Twin Peaks.

The following weekend I spent hobbling around (I'm down to ONE crutch!) with Tomate Farcie. We did a little shopping at Chamalyn, then enjoyed a few frozen margaritas together. Later, I attended games night at a friend's home in Oakland. Why-oh-why am I so competitive? Seriously - Pictionary and Trivial Pursuit almost sent me over the edge! It was fun as always, though.

This past weekend was spent in Seattle. My brother, sister and I attempted to surprise my mom with a birthday party. She wasn't surprised, but it was a great party nonetheless. What the hell is the deal with people who show up without RSVPing though? I was ready to strangle a bunch of people that were there unexpectedly. It's not curiostiy, people. We actually have to plan (and pay for) food... ARGH!

Other than that frustration, I had a great time. Usually I stay with my mom, but obviously couldn't this time. Inspired by the fantastic deal Neil and Sophia got from Priceline (name your own price, yo!) I booked a room for two nights at the Renaissance in downtown Seattle. It was faaanncy.

Friday night (our second night there) my friend K came to hang out. After dinner, we took the kid back to the room and headed to the hotel bar. That's where I met H, the adorable English bartender. I flirted outrageously with this young man who is 12 years my junior. We got some free drinks out of the deal. After last call I went to move my car out of the carpool only parking (don't worrry - I'd only had one and a half drinks all night.) When I got back to the elevators to go up to my room, H was coming out of one of the elevators. He asked me to give him a ride home. I did. And then I went back to my room. Yeah, that was it, basically. Nothing happened. Sigh. If I weren't such a lazy typist, I'd go into more detail, but really there's nothing to tell. He's super-cute though! If you're ever in that hotel in Seattle, tell him I said "Hi."

Sunday, March 11, 2007 

Baby, it's hot outside...

...and I can't even ride my bike to take advantage of it. Damn it.

I've started physical therapy. I only go once a week, which is good since I can go on Saturdays. My first appointment wasn't so bad, actually. The therapist evaluated my range of motion, showed me some exercises to do, and massaged the scar site for 5 long minutes. She told me that we would "start slow and then we'll get more... aggressive over the next few weeks." I didn't like the way she paused before she said "aggressive."

Yesterday was my second visit. She wanted me to stand on my feet - without the boot. I haven't stood on my left foot in six weeks. Six weeks! Let's just say I was more than a little apprehensive. Luckily, I was allowed to hold onto the counter. I wasn't expected to actually take a step (thank god) but, man, did it feel weird. I'm so unsteady on my feet - or foot, I guess. It's strange to have to learn to put weight on the left side of my body again. I was given new exercises to strengthen my weakened thigh and hip muscles. It's odd to see how much smaller and thinner my left leg is in comparison to the right. My right leg did a lot of work dragging my left around. I guess I didn't realize. The crazy thing is that six weeks isn't even half-way to recovery for me. It's so freaking infuriating. As I've said, I'm not a patient woman. But I know I'll never take walking for granted. (Actually, I never really have. I always appreciated being to walk.)

Yay! Bink and I went grocery shopping for the first time in a month and a half. The big chains here (Safeway, Albertsons) deliver, but Trader Joe's doesn't, and anyway, I really prefer going myself.

Though the people in my life have been awesome in helping me get around, it's nice to be more independent. My mom has been so cute - she's been sending me care packages, like when I was in college. It's hilarious. They've contained things like little pudding cups, soups and those cups of ramen noodles. It's reminiscent of the $25 checks her godmother still sends her every year for her birthday!

I'm happy to report that I haven't gained any weight back, so far. Of course, I haven't lost anymore either. I haven't invested any money in new clothes, but I have bought new underwear which is just as satisfying. For me, anyway.

So, that's what's new with me. Nothing exciting, but sometimes that's good.