09/22/007 - Weekend lost again

Bits and pieces of the past three days flit about as I get ready to face Sunday night again. The weekend started off with a walk after work, on the levee with Skipper; down to Microsoft and back at the end of the day - it was breezy and fun.

Two new tattoos arrived Friday afternoon. Healing nicely now.

Then at home, I settled in for my date with Bill Maher. I was worried when his first new show of this season fell flat. But I still tune in and this past Friday was a delight. Great choice to have Janeane Garofalo. Her energy was excellent. I'm with Bill on Friday nights for two reasons. He is a self declared pot smoker as am I, and he calls himself a rationalist. I've never called myself a rationalist but maybe I might.

Two or three movies, Ghost Rider w/ Nick Cage; Freedom Writers, and the Black Dahlia.

Rain...OMG yes it rained on Saturday. Walked Skipper in the rain; she loved it. So did I. Then went to the Sunnyvale Farmer's Market in the rain. No prob; heirloom tomatoes like to be rained on. Just like in Seattle life goes on, and some days it rains.

Coffee at Starbucks on Sunday, almost ever Sunday at 9:15 AM. after church. No I didn't go to church but somebody did. somewhere.

Shopping at Lucky's in Fremont, at the corner of Mowry and Blacow. Nice wide aisles.

Last minute search for GoodSearch. Is it legit? It looks legit but I wonder. I want to hear what Yahoo says about GoodSearch.

09/15/007 - Beach Impeach III

Look for me in the "I", in the "R", and in the "T". Fine day in SF for BI3, and a fine group of people gathered to celebrate Brad's birthday and lie down on Crissy Field waiting for the choppers. Lots of dogs, big and small. We did the "wave" and I usually hate doing the wave. But it was fun and seemed in some way more connected with reality than...well lets say...than voting. The fog rolled in and then it cleared out. They asked us to spell "Impeach" again for the clearer shot, sans fog. The guys shouted..."back to the "I".

Look for a couple purple pixels, purple camping mats and grape color shirts, sun glasses and smiling faces. That would be us. The YouTube Video

09/14/007 - It was 20 years ago, today

Happy Birthday! My little sweety. 32 weeks into my first and only pregnancy, the little sex-unknown bundle of kicking and screaming joy, decided it was time to get the hell out. My water broke at Mountain Mike's Pizza on El Camino, at a party I was hosting for a departing Stanford Employee.

When I realized I was standing in a puddle, and no I had not just wet my pants from laughing to hard, without any explanation to the party people I rushed to Stanford Hospital (glad to have a clean towel service towel in my swim bag), parked outside the ER and just squish/squashed in, in flip/flops that were all wet, and announced the name of my baby doctor.

A bit hysterical, because I could feel little contractions starting, I was rushed into a room, in a gown now, my soaking wet dress in a paper bag in the closet. I started calling people. Whoever. Could not reach anyone right away because it was Friday evening.

They did a quick ultra sound and said the baby was good sized but they wanted to hold me back, so started the IV drugs, and steroid injections to help the baby's lungs mature. Three days later, when it was convenient for every one else, they let me proceed and push her out.

September 14, 1987. Her original due date was November 10. Apparently, she wanted to be a Virgo, and by god she is a Virgo. Twelve days later, I brought her home. Then the fun began.