Mary Lou & I did a little Memorial Day hike at Land's End in San Francisco:
After the hike/walk/ adventure, we went for a little refreshment at the Beach Chalet:
05/30/2010
05/29/2010
The Nanny Chronicles
Now that I am a student again, I needed a part-time job and it just so happened that Lea and Judge were looking for a nanny for their daughter Amelia, so it worked out well for everyone! I send photos and videos to L & J on the days that I'm there, so I have quite the library of photos of Amelia (plus she's just cute and photogenic anyway). I've been nannying for her for a few months now and its already funny to look back at some of these and see how much she has changed in that short time.
Catching Up with the Kittenz
I was swamped with school these past few months, hence the lack of updates on the ol' blog, so here's whats been going on in the furry kitty world (and it involves lots of napping):
02/07/2010
Coffee & Clay Flowers
Mary Lou wants to make her own wedding bouquet with clay flowers (a Japanese/Hawaiian craft) and invited me to come along with her to take a class through DK Design. But first, we had to stop for coffee from Barefoot Coffee Roasters. I think ML got the Cafe Borgia and they put a cute heart in the foam... I forgot what I got (whatever it was, I know it was good) and soy milk doesn't froth as well, so no cute pattern for me in my coffee.
01/18/2010
12/31/2009
Party Pooper
Its New Years Eve and Nine is sleeping on his face again, literally:
12/30/2009
The Godmother Returns
Right after Christmas, I headed up to Oregon to meet little Oliver for the first time and be there for his baptism (I'm also the godmother to his two older brothers, Adrian & Jonah) Unfortunately, this is the one photo that I got from the baptism (I guess I was busy with my godmotherly duties):
But I got plenty of kid photos the rest of the weekend!
Here is Oliver, before and after rolling over, possibly for the first time!
Here is Oliver, before and after rolling over, possibly for the first time!
And what visit from Auntie Liz would be complete without a trip to Baskin-Robbins? Lets all go!
Ohhhh Jonah - so hilarious. Chocolate everywhere. When we got home, I said, "Why don't you go look at your face in the mirror?" He did, and then stuck his tongue out and tried to lick the chocolate off, saying to himself in the mirror, "I love chooooocolate!"
And here are more cute photos of a cute baby:
I had a great visit with Ali, Matt and the boys and I'm so glad I was able to go up and hang out with them for a few days. While I was up there, it was c-o-l-d and gray (even foggy all day one day, which Ali said was unusual) and at first I had chuckled to myself about there being an ice scraper in my rental car. But the next morning, when my car was encased in ice, I was glad it was there!
Just as I was leaving Ali's house and about to make the drive back toward the Portland Airport (about 90 miles, I think?) snowflakes started to fall... No biggie. Then, even when I was just outside of town, the snow was falling and sticking to the road. Snow, how charming! And it snowed most of the drive up I-5:
I was meeting Brandi for coffee on my way to the airport, and when I was about 20-ish minutes away, it went from "ooo its snowing!" to "uh-oh, its snowing." Traffic on the freeway was stopped. My hour drive to meet Brandi turned into a 3 1/2 hour drive... People were pulling over and putting on chains (which I didn't have in my little rental car), semi trucks were stopping in the middle of the freeway because of the snow, and I saw cars spun out on the side of the freeway (not sure how they got up enough speed to even do that...) Crazy stuff. I was realizing I wasn't going to make it to my 7pm flight (and I'd left Ali's at 2pm, was supposed to meet Brandi at 3:30 and didn't get to her until after 5pm):
The city was pretty much shut down with the snow that had just been steadily falling. Not blizzard conditions or anything, just steadily falling snow during the evening commute - the traffic report I heard was something like "All freeways in the Portland area are stopped." Gee, thanks. I was maintaining a good attitude - I'd just catch the next flight, nothing I could do about it... The sucky part was calling the airline, them telling me that the 7pm flight was the last flight, and that I'd have to go surrender my boarding pass at the airport. "Well, I can't GET to the airport, that's the problem..."
The good thing was that I eventually made it safely to meet Brandi, and decided to have dinner with her, Kyle and Miss Lucy while I figured out what to do.
Lucy had been stuck at her preschool for quite awhile, since Kyle was stuck on the freeway trying to pick her up, but she didn't care because she'd gotten to play in the snow and eat pizza!
So much later in the evening, I decided I'd head to the airport and see what the deal was. It took me half an hour to get from the beginning of the on ramp TO the freeway because traffic was still crawling at 9:30 p.m. Dozens and dozens of cars were abandoned on each side of the freeway, and even in the two right lanes! Good thing it was slow though, because the roads were very snowy/slushy/icy, and I was in little rental car (and I'm not used to driving in snow). I missed my Jeep.
So I made it to the airport around 11pm, and of course the ticket counter was closed. So I stayed at a airport hotel (well, motel. ew.) to get a few hours of sleep before heading back at 5am to play the stand-by game.
Of course, I wasn't the only one who had missed my flight, so I was in good company. Everything probably would have been fine, had the Oregon Ducks not been playing in the Rose Bowl in a couple days -- at 5am in the airport, there were a TON of people decked out in their green and gold, hopping on every flight to California. I was still trying to keep a positive attitude, though. I had a great book, some knitting and best of all - there is a Baskin-Robbins in the Portland airport:
So it could have been worse. I was hoping to be on a flight before they even opened, but of course I wasn't.
There were 6 flights that day from Portland to SFO - by the time I didn't make it on the 4th flight and found out I was still 9th on the stand-by list and found out I probably wouldn't get on a flight the next day either, I started to melt down. I even left the gates and the security area, and headed to the ticket counter, ready to surrender my boarding pass, rent a car and drive back to California. But the woman at the counter was an honest-to-goodness saint - "they shouldn't have penalized you for that!" when I told her what happened, as she printed me a boarding pass for the 5th flight at 4:45 p.m. Amazing.
The good thing was that I eventually made it safely to meet Brandi, and decided to have dinner with her, Kyle and Miss Lucy while I figured out what to do.
Of course, I wasn't the only one who had missed my flight, so I was in good company. Everything probably would have been fine, had the Oregon Ducks not been playing in the Rose Bowl in a couple days -- at 5am in the airport, there were a TON of people decked out in their green and gold, hopping on every flight to California. I was still trying to keep a positive attitude, though. I had a great book, some knitting and best of all - there is a Baskin-Robbins in the Portland airport:
There were 6 flights that day from Portland to SFO - by the time I didn't make it on the 4th flight and found out I was still 9th on the stand-by list and found out I probably wouldn't get on a flight the next day either, I started to melt down. I even left the gates and the security area, and headed to the ticket counter, ready to surrender my boarding pass, rent a car and drive back to California. But the woman at the counter was an honest-to-goodness saint - "they shouldn't have penalized you for that!" when I told her what happened, as she printed me a boarding pass for the 5th flight at 4:45 p.m. Amazing.
After I melted down a bit (I'd been at the airport since 5am, and had just had a few hours of restless sleep) I finally decided it was time to eat the red velvet cupcake Brandi had thoughtfully gotten for me the afternoon before, and that I had carried around all day:
So I got home about 24 hours later than I was supposed to, full of ice cream and cupcakes, and I'm not flying anywhere for awhile...
12/26/2009
Home (and Hockey) for the Holidays
After having dinner with Chris' family on Christmas Eve, we headed to my mom's house to be there for Christmas Day festivities (and then back to his parents' the 26th for hockey!)
Christmas morning, Molly and I were up early to work on breakfast:
We set the table...
I had on my Christmas finest:
We opened presents:
I gave my grandma the quilt I made her with the sewing machine she gave me this summer:
Molly wore herself out and wanted to sleep in 'her' chair, but it was already occupied:
Before Chris & I headed back to see our own Christmas kitties, we went out for some photos in the sunshine (ah, Christmas in California...)
The next evening, Chris & I went to dinner and a San Jose Sharks game with his parents, sister and her husband (who is an Anaheim Ducks fan, which happened to be who the Sharks were playing... And the Sharks won 4-1, I believe....) Oh wait, I don't have pictures from that game... Well, we also went to a game the following weekend with just Chris' parents, when the Sharks played Edmonton (and won) and that I have photos of:
12/20/2009
Rough Life
Nine found some packing paper to lay on and a patch of sunshine and settled in for a little siesta...
12/15/2009
A Little Holiday Spirit
Chris' mom felt like we needed some Christmas spirit in our apartment (I don't really decorate, and never had a tree, since we're never really around for the holidays) so she sent Chris home with a miniature artificial tree and decorations. Of course, it had to be inspected by the kitties, who had never had a Christmas tree:
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