Oh the pain!

Since the rain seems to be subsiding, for a bit anyhow, I've decided it's time to get back sunny-weather-ready. Now really, living in SF, this just means capris and Lululemon sweatshirts, but still, effort is required.

Tonight I joined the ranks of 20-30-something SFites working for muscle at the Bar Method in Embarcadero. I thought the walk would be a bit further than it was, but somehow I arrived to the studio in just 5minutes (sorry to whomever I accidentally pushed out of the way on my hustle and bustle route through the city). While waiting, I enjoyed the cooking magazine in the lounge which wound up to be a bit of a set back as all I could think about during the class was steak and chocolate mousse.

This city truly offers the best fitness regimes - walking the countless hills, running groups galore, yoga 'til you can stretch no more, ROTC workouts by the shore (I had to throw that one in ... I'm cheesey, what can I say).

Karma

I do believe what comes around goes around ... and yet, I have the hardest time reminding myself to be selfless in those moments that set me up for being selfish.

When I graduated college my mother brought me on the trip of a lifetime through Costa Rica. One of our stops was on an island that was a bird and animal sanctuary, only served organic food grown locally, and only had electricity for 2-3 hours a day. I was miserable. Despite the four beautiful beaches, I wanted AC, a pool, Internet, and cable. When we first arrived we got to our room and there were two beds - one tiny and one huge. Because I was in such a pouty mood, mom let me pick my bed. I chose huge of course. I chose poorly. Upon waking the first morning, I found I had bed bug bites all over my body - head to two red itchy bumps. Karma.

Tonight Matt and I had our fallback dinner, soup and salad. There was a small bit of Whole Foods corn bread left from this same fallback on Sunday and when we were preparing dinner Matt reached for it. I reached faster gaining myself the cornbread and leaving Matt with sourdough (I'm not sounding like the nicest person...I am I swear). Two bites into dinner my mouth felt full of foam and my tummy funny. I looked at Matt and he had a look of terror on his face - eyes pointed at the cornbread. When I looked down at the cornbread I saw the beast of Matt's horror and my icky mouth - mold. Scattered throughout the bread was blue and green and white nasty hairy mold. I want to vomit. Karma.

Etiquette

For almost every activity there is a proper etiquette. On the bus etiquette dictates that you:

• Don't speak unless spoken to
• Keep your knees and elbows in
• Don't talk on your mobile

As with the bus, there is apartment etiquette.

My neighbor failed apartment etiquette today. When I got home, the neighbors door was open, and there sat the husband (?) at the kitchen table with nothing on but slippers and a robe. Ew. Cover up and close the door.

Mrs. Toads Wild Bus

I’ve been taking the earlier 10 recently because it’s so entertaining. The bus driver is like Mr. Toad from Mr. Toads Wild Ride Disneyland). She knows what she’s doing, but she drives like a mad woman honking and yelling at all passers by as she goes. My favorite quotes:

“What are you? Stupid? You’re a big stupid idiot! Get out of the bus lane stupid.”

“Hey! Hey taxi! You dodo. Dumb man.”

“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPP.”

Ah, what a way to wake up.