…I chopp-a da-onions, dey make-a me cry!
I wonder if they’d kick me out if I put a sleeping bag on the floor, camped out, and tried to get my mail sent here. Did somebody say espresso, prosecco and grana padano for breakfast? I’m so in.
Food, glorious food.
When someone generously offers the gift of safety and comfort, thank you is never enough. When that someone is pretty near a complete stranger, thank you times a million is even less enough. Today I was given the gift of safety and comfort by one of the most lovely, energetic, radiant people I have ever met. I am so very thankful.
I will never forget your sincere generosity E.S. Thank you. I’m excited to be able to pay that generosity forward to someone else soon.
Now I’m off to that best nights sleep of my life…
I stopped to buy a barrel from this person a couple weeks ago, even though- what the hell do I need a barrel for, I practically live out of my car- but there was no one around so a photo had to suffice.
I really just wanted to donate $15 to this person, get their story on why they were pulling out all the stops to go to London. I would have liked to post a photo of their face here. You know I fully support wanderlust and adventurers. I love someone who has no shame and just goes for it. Why not? I hope you made it across the sea, stranger!
I like “firsts.” You know the first time you made out with a cute boy, the first time you went to Europe, the first time you tried some kind of crazy food or went skydiving, etc. Those are so fun.
The following was not a fun first:
This morning for the first time I stepped in cat poop, on the carpet inside the house…
…with my bare feet.
I want to say so much right now, but for one of the only times ever in my life, I will shut up here and just leave it at UGH. Vile.
For the love of god if anyone knows ANYONE around the San Fransisco North Bay area who has a room they will rent to me while I’m working here, please let me know.
You’ve gotta laugh. You can’t make this stuff up.
I LOVE this place. I can’t remember if I have written about it before, but here it is again:
Farmstead. Farm to table dining in St. Helena California. YUM. Farmstead is a big part of the reason I was only a vegetarian for like 22 seconds.
If you are visiting the Napa Valley, you must stop here to have a glass of something red with the meatball appetizer and salt rolls while sitting outside by the fire.
Just thinking about it makes me smile, lean back in my chair and sigh…
…or are you just happy to see me?
I walked past this ride last night after fun times in the Mission in San Fransisco:
Yep, the car and gondola are all spray-painted silver. (Smiles and daydreaming of rat race…) I just can’t get enough of funky culture and the ridiculous blast of surprises around every corner in city neighborhoods.
Here’s to never leaving your camera at home and unplanned nights out wandering with my old high school pals.
Here’s the photo of my new little tube of Chicken Poop lip balm as promised:
Chapped lips? Never! You are no match for what the chicken poo can do!
Anyone can do a buck right? Read this blog post about my Uncle’s Mom Pat. This woman was such a spitfire and hoot to be around. Support her daughter Lori in raising money for cancer. She’s got 3 days to reach her goal and is only asking for one dollar. Everyone can manage that. I am playing serious bill catch up and I just donated a buck here. That was easy! Please pay it forward and use all your social media outlets to spread the word.
It makes me happy when I hear about wonderful people doing generous selfless things. Especially for the love, honor and support of family.
GO LORI!
No I am not kidding. A woman came into work last week and gifted us all lip balm made from chicken poo. Check out their website for their craft. I have photos I still have to upload and will add them here later. For now enjoy their website. What’s not to trust about a company that says “If ya got chapped lips…put chicken poop on ’em…so you won’t lick ’em”
