bored & not wanting to train

'nuff said.

holy SH&$#*T

this is what I did on Saturday. . . on my bike:

yeah, i'm tough shit, right?

thanks phil - I stole your graph!

Brenda is following me. . .

Okay, so after you read my post about the umbrella and agreed with me that weird things were happening - i found my umbrella. Hung up in the garage.

so, here is my explanation for that.

Brenda is following me. I know it.

I bought that umbrella the day of her memorial as rain was in the forecast. I wanted something pretty so she would see me from heaven. So, i picked out this cool umbrella with dragon flies on it. I had never seen another like it.

Until last week.

How is that the SAME EXACT umbrella is living in the center median on my block. I mean - the same umbrella.

It's Brenda. I know it. She misses me as much as i miss her i guess.

weird weird weird

Okay, there are ghosts playing tricks on me - i know it. I mean, i am not senile yet - am I?!

first piece of evidence: i lent craig's sister my umbrella. then, i was driving down my street and noticed it in the center median all twisted and funky from the rain. i thought 'oh well, i guess she got caught in that crazy downpour at noon on saturday.' the problem, though, is that i really liked that umbrella (it was super pretty with dragon flies on it), so i was bummed. then, on sunday morning, i was talking in my kitchen, and i SWEAR, i saw that umbrella hanging on a hook in our stairwell. i even thought 'cool, that umbrella i saw was not mine.' then, today, i went to grab the umbrella, and it wasn't there. . . .weird. luckily it wasn't raining, so i started walking to the bart station, sans umbrella. then, i noticed my mangled umbrella in the median. seriously. i saw it on the hook. i'm not kidding.

second piece of evidence: when i got to my spin class this morning, i grabbed a bike and started to adjust it. i sat down and it totally felt wrong. well, the seat was on backwards. who rides like that?! anyway, i think it was someone playing a trick on me

okay, here is my final piece of evidence that ghosts exist in my world: the escalators at the civic center bart station were flipped around. so the one that normally goes up, was going down and the one that goes down was going up. where are we - europe?!

i'm not senile. there are ghosts. i swear!

i heart. . .

my husband :-)
clean linens
spin class (okay, I'm starting to heart it :-)
living in san francisco
peet's coffee
my friends & family (this is starting to sound like something out of a yearbook!)
tae kwon do
whiskey
murphy & shannon
joe's jeans - honey fit
SNL
a piece (or 2!) of dark chocoalate California brittle from see's candies
thinking of all of the good things that will come in 2008!