Next up in the wedding planning process are invitations. Now I thought our Save the Dates turned out perfectly decent and I did them myself using Postcards.com. I told Dean that I could probably do our invitations, too, and he…
Archives for 2010
Clueless in SF
Last night, I got into a cab and told the driver to take me to 1325 Columbus in North Beach. Cabbie: “Are you sure you want to go there?” Me: “Uhhh, yeah, why?” Cabbie: “I don’t know. Maybe you’d want…
Job Loss Update
Dean has been interviewing non-stop for the past couple weeks: phone interviews, in-person interviews, recruiting calls. I interned at Cisco so I’m always pressuring him, “Have you looked at the Cisco site? Let me know if there’s anything interesting. I…
How to Train for a Race if You’re Me
This has been my training for the Kaiser half marathon on Superbowl Sunday: a 5-mile run for 45 minutes and a 7-mile run for 63 minutes. That’s it, folks. I’m hanging up my running shoes and relaxing until showtime. I…
Here Come the Wedding Blues
One of my friends chided me a while back, “Make your blog private again. You’re not as honest as you used to be.” That really stuck with me. So I try to dismiss those second thoughts about whether or not…
Skeletons in the Closet
I’m reading Kathy Griffin’s autobiography. That woman has crossed paths, worked with, or dated every single person you know in comedy. But besides all the celebrities, she talks very openly about her personal and family life. It’s raw and refreshing….
Greetings from a Former Date
Dear Catherine, For some reason, I scrolled through my gchat list just now and saw your name poking out of the over-long string of contacts, some vibrantly active in my life, others long dormant. I thought to myself: “I wonder…
Stand By Your Man
I think the ideal woman, upon hearing that her husband is laid off, would offer words of encouragement, insist everything will be ok, cook up a roast beef, and bake an apple pie. I ain’t no June Cleaver and certainly…
About Face
Everyone’s got their vices. Heidi Montag–plastic surgery. Andre Agassi–crystal meth. Tiger Woods–sex. My vice is facial products. More an obsession than a vice, I guess, I’m obsessed with my face. I think it stems from having had severe acne as…
Home Sweet Home
Next week, the Bachelor (and his bimbos) come to San Francisco. Hooray! As a local city girl, I thought I’d share my thoughts on things to do, places to go. I’m also inspired by friends who put their friends in…