Life


Things are moving a little bit slowly this Monday. I haven’t really been able to wake up all day. Unfortunately this isn’t due to a wild and crazy weekend, but rather the fact that I’ve given up soda. I don’t know that this abstention from the bubbly sugary goodness is permanent, but for now I’m on the Dr. Pepper wagon. I haven’t had a soda for a few days, and with the exception of this morning the only time it has been really awful was when I was gobbling up a popcorn (with butter and salt of course!) at Shutter Island on Saturday.

The popcorn was certainly delightful, and the movie was better than I expected as well. While on the topic of movies, I still haven’t made it any closer to my goal to see all of the best picture nominees. Blame it on laziness.  I’ve also had 500 days of summer checked out for about 2 weeks now, and for the life of me I can’t force myself to sit through it. I just can’t get into it (Although in all fairness this could be due to the fact that I really love the streaming netflix and all of the options it gives you).

I’ve  tried two new recipes in the past two days, and I must say that so far Paula Deen is kind of failing me.  In all fairness the two recipes that I have picked out of the book so far have had zero prep time, but I still haven’t been overly impressed. On the plus side, even when my food doesn’t look/taste that great, my apron is always cute. Behold:

Yep, those are cherries!

I LOVE my retro cherries apron.  I mean look at it, it even has BOWS!  All I need is to vacuum in heals and pearls and it’s the 50’s.

Unfortunately, I don’t just have the apron because it’s cute.  I can kind of be a messy cook, so it’s kind of a necessity.  Besides which, cooking is kind of like everything else, buying/using the gear is half the fun!

You know what heaven might be like? A bag full of books, a new pair of LONG Yoga pants that fit like a glove, a few good movies, Plans to grab a glass of  wine  (who am I kidding, glasses of wine), anticipation of great food, and a three day weekend.  The only thing that could improve is the weather (of course it’s raining).

I’m hoping the rain stops so I could get outside and get in some physical activity of some sort (walking to the mission to do some shopping could count), and I’d like to take my “big” camera out for some pictures.  Fingers crossed that the weather gods cooperate.

I think I belong to every social network known to man. Today I started playing around in Google Buzz.  Facebook? check. Twitter? Check. LinkedIn? Check.  Myspace before it was the place to be as a 13 year old girl with a sparkly background and LOL all over your page? Check. Even friendster, which floated off into the abyss sometime around 2006. Yep, I had a profile.

So do I feel uber connected? Yeah, probably to a fault. I’m not sure I NEED all of the information that I get from these sites about people. Sure I friended the guy I went to elementary school with and haven’t seen since. It was nice to see how his life has turned out and what he has been up to. But do I need to know every time he and his wife get into a fight? No.

And that is the problem. The over-sharer. This is the person who you don’t actually know all that well in real life, but because of these networks you know wayyy more than you ever wanted to. I feel like I’m invading his privacy, but he seems to have no problem with it. This is why I sit back and think before I post anything. Do I want 268 people, the majority of whom I’m not actually close with, to have this information? Thankfully, the majority of people understand this distinction. Those who don’t end up here and here.

I love hearing about people getting jobs, puppies, married, engaged, having babies, etc, but I don’t need to know that your Doctor suggested a prostate exam. I just don’t.

Are people more connected? I would say yes, the debate is whether the connection is at all meaningful. Like, thanks for liking my status, but are we ever going to actually interact outside of the world of the internet? So is this REALLY networking?
Regardless, it’s certainly a good way to burn some time and catch up with people.

And the time burning might be the problem. It doesn’t seem like much at first. A few minutes here and there, the occasional alert on your phone. It adds up. Really quickly. And frankly there just aren’t enough hours in the day.

It’s becoming overwhelming. Yep, I have social networking fatigue. It became super apparent today while testing google buzz. Here I am “following” the same people that I do on twitter, am friends with on facebook, am chatting with on gchat, and talk to on the phone.  OVERKILL. I’m going to actually attempt to do some face to face social networking (or in the case of people halfway across the country at least try a note or personal email). So maybe I won’t know that Jane Doe got a new job as soon as it happens, but I also won’t waste valuable time pondering why Joe Smith posts cryptic status messages like “My Life will never be the same”. Frankly Joe, I’m not sure I care.

It’s raining. Again.

Not that I don’t appreciate the rain, it means that I get to wear my super cute and fun purple rain boots.

Who doesn't love polka dots?

However,  it can be a bit much trudging through the rain to the train, not to mention the already questionable smell of the BART becomes substantially worse when mixed with water. On the plus side it washes away some of the pee smell from outside of the BART station, which is nice.

I wish this were the kind of city where you could carry a lovely and dainty umbrella, something fun and cheery, something that looks like it was plucked from a tropical mixed drink. But alas the wind won’t allow for it. Instead something substantial that won’t turn inside out when the breeze blows is much more practical, at least if you want to arrive where you are headed dry.

I certainly wouldn’t complain if I had the Moschino trench coat the Darryl Hannah wore in Kill Bill:

Looking dangerous...

That seems like a fashionable way to stay dry (she can keep the eye patch).

The rainy season isn’t going anywhere, but I’m going to attempt to channel spring and make it hurry up a bit by getting a nice pedicure with my new color obsession “Suzi Says Feng Shui”

Hello spring!!

At some point the rainboots will go back in the closet and my toes will actually make an appearance.  Hopefully I won’t drown first.

Allow me to let you in on a little secret. I hate running. Actually, I hate running outside. I don’t like the fact that I have no idea how far I’ve gone, or what my pace is. It’s especially not fun in this city which is kind of known for it’s hills. This wouldn’t be such a big deal if I A.) Had the motivation/time/money and ability to work out at a set time, to join a gym and B.) Hadn’t decided that 2010 would be the year that I would run twice a week.

But that’s where I got sneaky. I only vowed to RUN twice a week. No mention was made of distance in said vow. So I’ve literally been running my errands. Movie to return to blockbuster? Run there. Need a passport photo? Run to Costco (though I don’t recommend this one, the picture looked awful). Sure it’s a little bit irritating to run back with stuff, but two birds one stone, and I’m already irritated that I’m running in the first place.

Saturday I needed a book for book club (You have no idea how annoyed I was that it wasn’t available for my Kindle), so it was time to run to Borders. Once I picked up my book I certainly wasn’t in much of a hurry to run back home, so I began to leisurely peruse the aisles. Borders LOVES to put crap I don’t need but have to at least examine on tables towards the front of the store. They also love to make said crap super cheap so that I end up buying a calendar three months into the year or a Christmas reading lamp in July.

They really got me with this months theme. It was clearly all about new years resolutions. Books about weight-loss, books about being a better you, skinny cookbooks, stop smoking, learn a new hobby. It was all spread out on the table to make everyone coming through the door feel bad about the fact that it’s the middle of January and they haven’t improved themselves a bit.

And then I saw it…….Jillian Michaels! She is my favorite trainer from the biggest loser, which I enjoy watching/crying along with the contestants with a nice order of Chinese takeout. Her workout videos (and her books) were laying innocently with all the other weight-loss material on the table. Did I mention they were buy one get one half off? I immediately snapped up two of them. This would be the answer. I might hate running and I might be feeling a little bit guilty that I’m not EXACTLY committing myself to my resolution, but if I did her video, voila! I’d be in shape and wouldn’t have to feel as bad about running to buy a bottle of wine or pick up cheese.

The answer to my guilt only cost me 21 bucks. For that I got the 30 Day Shred and No More Trouble Zones. That way I would be in killer shape when I counted a run to grab coffee as one of my weekly runs. The whole run home I was feeling very satisfied with myself.

There is a reason her contestants are always crying on the show. I’m only on level one of the 30 day shred video. It’s supposed to be the easy level and it’s only 20 mins. The morning after my second session It killed to go down the stairs. She makes you sweat like a pig.  Don’t even ask about how hard the routines to get rid of “trouble zones” are. My Abs hurt so badly that laughing makes me want to cry.

The women might be the devil. She is constantly encouraging me, saying things like “Pain is fear leaving the body”. Well thanks Jillian, I didn’t realize how much fear I was carrying around.

The only part of my body that doesn’t hurt is my fingertips.

The scariest part? I’m finding myself loving it. Clearly I need help.

I’ve never had to think much about making friends. Not because I was immensely popular, or had some sort of natural gift, it just happened. You went to school, you played on the playground, parents exchanged numbers, playdates were made, instant friend.  Things got a bit more complicated from there, but the basic ingredients for friendship were readily available. A captive audience of people your own age.

College was the same way.

Post college I was fortunate enough to remain close, both in proximity and attachment, to my college friends. My high school friends began to move home as well.

So this is the first time in my adult life that I’m attempting to make friends.

And it isn’t quite as easy as I remember.

You don’t necessarily live on the same block, or have  school to commiserate over, or live in the same dorm.

So where do you look? Where do you find people?

I’ve decided to try the internet. I’ve scoured Craigslist, looking for bookclubs, activity clubs, etc. The results have been mixed at best. I joined a bookclub. It met once and then crashed and burned.  I’ve tried to join others, but those haven’t worked out for one reason or another (well, with the exception of the Asian bookclub. Who knew they wanted Asian members, not Asian authors?).

I’ve attempted activities. Well, I’ve attempted to attempt activities. I signed up for a fencing class, but apparently it didn’t hold the same interest for others so it’s been moved back to February.

I think I’m just missing the one link. The spark that will introduce me to a group of people. I’m clinging to the 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon theory. If everyone in Hollywood can connect to Kevin Bacon in 6 degrees, I should be able to find a friend or two by meeting one person, right?

So the goal of the month? Join as many groups as possible. Throw everything against the wall and see what sticks. Maybe start one myself.  I can see the posting now:

Wanted: Interesting people (or just people).

Do you have hobbies? Can you carry on a conversation? Do you leave the house (preferably with pants)? Are you human,  with a heartbeat? If so lets hang out! Me: Late 20’s (closer to 30 but whose counting? 7 months thank you very much!) New in town, generally well mannered and desperately seeking someone to lunch with.

Hmmm. It only slightly reeks of desperation.

But really, I’m optimistic. I’m settled in with the job, the holidays are over and people are sure to be looking to get out of the house. Either that or I’m going to be the crazy lady sitting on the corner trying to engage everyone who passes by in some form of conversation.