Batting around

Insulin pump problems.

Old cubicle

Ant was pretty good. Wish he'd ever been interested in playing.

Softball is not my sport, but I did start hitting eventually.

Topaz

Big Changes

We had just been talking about this concept of being kid-like, and then things went all crazy and I got a kid, so I updated the board.

His schedule alternates, so he doesn't have every subject every day. I really like the idea- gives you time to marinate.

Yes, there is a lot more to his family, but all that was getting pretty wonky, and for the purposes of this form, it's a short and simply kind of answer, but... it still makes me verklempt.

Just driving. Listening to my iPod, cruising along, going somewhere.

This was my birthday! I invited the friends I hang out with regularly, so I took some crap from people I still love, but don't see that much. We did mini golf, but it is overwhelming with that many people, just FYI. They took all kinds of stupid pictures of me interacting with the course that I haven't seen and really, I hope it remains that way.

When we finally exhausted our quarters, we moved on to Flowing Tide to eat terrible food and drink beer. Alonso and his girlfriend showed up around 10ish, and everybody got to know Cristine and Kristen. It was a nice night.

Here I be at the Shakespeare Tahoe thingmabobber to watch Romeo & Juliet. It was really neat to be outside watching this, and the set and the lights were awesome, but the real scenery was prettier, so I was just oogling nature until it was too dark to see. Then I was struck by the play and how R&J Ant and Kirsten are. I felt just like all the adults in the play. What I'm learning is that it's not that I have forgotten how it feels to be a teenager. I do remember- it's just that something more important supersedes it. At least, it feels more important... are the concerns I have at the age I am now actually more important, or do they just feel more important? Will I continue to have contradictory changes of heart as I age? That feels like a poorly drafted Sex and the City question. Nevermind.

Homemade ice cream for dogs: Equal parts creamy peanut butter and plain Greek yogurt. Mix and divide into ice cube trays, cover with plastic wrap, and freeze. Dump cubes into plastic storage bag, keep in freezer. Dole out as needed. If your dog is a frigging vacuum cleaner, shove the treat into something that will prevent her from trying to swallow it whole.

Here's my new insulin pump. It's pretty exciting. I'm getting used to it, but it's definitely bizarre. The current challenge is figuring out where to put the pump. Short pockets will eject it, and the belt clip is susceptible to car door frames, gravity, and life. Working on it.

This damn dog is my little girl, and I just don't know what I'm going to do when she can't get around anymore.

Burner bikes!

I thought you might like to see some Burner bikes on their way to Burning Man.

Let me drive to SF real quick

During softball games, I was constantly absorbing the scenery. This didn't get it at all, but just try to imagine standing on the dirt, looking at that crisp outline of the hills and comparing that rich blue to the warm, baked yellow light on the field.

I offered, of course, to go pick up Amanda and Nataliia from the San Francisco airport upon their return from Ukraine. We parked along the Embarcadero and walked straight to the Hog Island Oyster Co., where we whined in line for a very long time to cram in at a tiny table and stuff our faces with some seriously amazing pork belly sliders. I also tried oysters. Apparently they are very good.

When I posted this on Facebook, I said it would be my new dating profile picture. I am probably not kidding.

Banana Jenga! I bet you didn't know there was a proper way to stack your bananas. You do now.

I know.

This was clearly not that night, but I have one more picture to show you, and this was in the way.

VODKA. I don't even know. One of them is basil. I think. So far, they deliver a swift kick in the pants. Also, I don't own a shot glass.