Kids and their honesty

Here are some comments directed towards me from the little ones:

Francis, my precocious 8 yr old boy cousin, asked, "How old are you?"
I replied, "34."
Not really thinking that would mean anything to him.
He was surprised and said, "34?! But you look like you're only in your 20s."
Oh, bless his little heart! I think it's because his older sisters are in their 20s.

Aiden, my 4 yr old nephew (son of one of my cousins) said the other day, "You talk weird."
I asked, "Why?"
He said, "Cuz you talk like a kid."

Oh well, can't win them all!

Day 11

Day 11 in this new chapter of my life. New chapter being “The Move to San Francisco”. After talking about it for 2 years (I’m going to SF, I’m staying in Seattle, I’m going, I’m staying…), I finally up and went to SF. The reason was always family. Oh and the sun. SF isn’t as sunny and warm as San Diego but it definitely beats Seattle’s overcast days. Family and nicer weather. And maybe a need for a change, to shake things up a bit in my life. (To find myself?) For most people, SF itself is reason enough with the culture, arts, food, the hip-ness/hippie-ness, the urban-ness. But those were just bonus for me.

I really didn’t have a “plan” per se' with the big move. I just made the decision to go, then quit my job without having any job prospects and moved into my grandfather’s house… without much in savings and without my boyfriend. I’m such a rebel. Such a risk taker. NOT. More like, such a retard. I guess I’m hoping things will just sorta fall into place. I’m lazy like that.

My main goal is to spend time with my 91 year old grandfather “Tata”. He’s not dying or anything. He’s just really, really old. Despite the aches, pains, arthritis, and bad hearing, he can still get around and tries to remain active. His mind is still pretty sharp too. He can remember details from his childhood when I can barely remember what I did last week.

I’ve been in vacay mode this whole time. Just chillaxin and stuff. Oh, yeah, I’ve been job hunting… in between my daytime tv programs. Heh. Not having a plan and all made me feel a little lost. (Theme of my life!) But in the short time I’ve been here, I now realize that I may have other purposes for moving to SF. One is to declutter my grandfather’s house and remove all things that haven’t been used since 1973. Another is to possibly revamp and update the bedrooms. Another is to organize my mom’s stuff which may involve getting rid of half her clothes. And last but not least, strengthen my relationship with my mom and really get to know her. Wow, I went from no plan to my hands full in one paragraph! Wish me luck!

Not a Bart virgin anymore

I think I pulled it off. I don’t think anyone suspected a thing. I seamlessly blended in among the SF morning commuters today, even though it was all new to me. I had a meeting with a staffing recruiter at 9:30am so I got a taste of what it’s like to commute to work in downtown SF, complete with public transportation.

Per Google Maps the agency was 6.7 miles from my grandpa’s house… er, I mean, my house,… oh idk. I considered driving my car but I heard parking rates are outrageous. So forget that. SF has a pretty good public transportation system so there were many other options. I considered the bus since there was a stop right by the house, but I decided to go with the BART. That’s the SF subway. There isn’t a BART station near the house but fortunately there was a station only a couple blocks away from the agency AND it only takes 12 mins to get there. Super convenient. Riding the subway for the first time in your life can be a little nerve-racking from buying the fare to standing on the correct side of the platform to exiting the station. Luckily, I wasn’t a virgin. I’m not highly experienced but I’ve been around… NY, DC, LA.

My first BART experience today was surprisingly a breeze. Thank god. I must admit, I didn’t figure it all out by myself. I got a mental cheat sheet of directions and landmarks from my aunt, which made my trip a lot smoother. After my super short meeting with the recruiter, I didn’t have the urge to go home yet. I was feeling a little brave and felt like exploring downtown, maybe do some shopping. But I didn’t. I followed my bread crumbs back to the BART station and headed for home. Errands with mom and grandpa awaited me. (This whole post makes me sound like I’m a little kid. Ugh.)

Can’t wait to do Bart again!

....aaaaaand we're back!

The moment you've all been waiting for. I have returned. And "all" refers to the two people who knew this even existed. Forgive me readers, for I have sinned... It has been three years since my last posting. I wish the reason for this hiatus was something cool like I was in a coma all this time and just woke up. Ok, I guess a coma would not qualify as 'cool'. I was just lazy. I'm a procrastinator.

Of course lots have happened since that business trip in the summer of 06. Here are some highlights: In 2006, I got into a huge car wreck and my 4Runner was totalled. I bought a Tundra. In 2007, I sold the Tundra and got a Porsche (previously owned by Jerry Seinfeld!!). Later that year, I quit my job to move to SF, but bf's grandpa got sick so we stayed put. I stayed at my job. In 2008, bf and I moved from the boonies to downtown Seattle (so hip) and I became a bus commuter (so green). In that year both my grandma and bf's grandpa died. In 2009, moved to the burbs in north Seattle. I quit my job again in April, stayed, and then again in August. True story. This time it's for real! My last day at work is Sept 1. This time I'm really moving to SF. Which brings us to today. I'll get to the why's and where's and wtf's later.

Geez, just like I mentioned in my first post, I'm doing that thing where I do one entry per year and it's supposed to sum up everything that's happened. Ok, going forward I will not do that.

Anyway, I was just sitting here at work getting paid to do nothing and thought I need to get off my ass and fire up that blog again. Just do it! DO IT! So, I'm letting y'all know I'm back!

Me, a blogger??

This is my very first blog ever. So, I'm basically a virgin at this. And the weird thing is, I'm writing my very first post miles away from home... in another time zone, in fact. I'm writing this from my hotel room in Atlanta, GA. I'll get to splainin' that a bit later...

I used to keep a diary/journal when I was younger, but I wasn't very good at keeping it up. Sometimes, I'd write an entry for 7 days straight and then it would be a month till I wrote in it again. Then, I got lazier and lazier and it would be once a month, down to once a year. And in the yearly entries, it would be hard to remember all/any significant events that happened w/in a yr or 2 and then try to sum it all up.

It used to be that you wrote your private thoughts in your diary.. hidden and unaccessible to others (even though most lock and key deals were just for looks). And now, there are weblogs on the internet where strangers or your parents can read your posts and even comment on them! Wow, oh how things have changed.

"I love technology... Always and forever..." --Ok, you get a prize if you can name that tune!

If you're a blogger, then on some level, you think people care about the stuff you're writing.. right? Initially, I didn't want to start a blog cuz 1- I was afraid I'd talk shit about people who were going to read this, 2- my posts wouldn't be interesting, and c- I didn't want my friends to think that I think I'm soooo cool that they have to check out my latest blog (cuz honestly, I don't really read anyone elses.. hee.) I know, i know, why should i give a shit of what people think...

But I hope I don't bore the readers too much.