Monday, May 30, 2011

Midnight In Paris on Memorial Day


Wow.  This is my 2nd favorite romantic movie, right after Maurice.  Owen Wilson plays a weary Hollywood scriptwriter by the name of Gil who is visiting Paris, France with his gorgeous yet unimaginative fiancee Inez, played by Rachel McAdams.  After dinner one night, he takes leave of Inez and her friends to stroll the streets of Paris when, at the strike of midnight, he gets picked up by a carful (an antique carful) of strangers.  From there, he is mysteriously transported to 1920's Paris, where writers and artists flocked and flourished in each others creativity.  He ends up meeting Scott Fitzgerald and his wife Zelda, Ernest Hemingway, Gertrude Stein, Pablo Picasso, and Salvador Dali, among others.

At the end of the film, I left the theater feeling all warm and fuzzy-like inside.  Owen Wilson is bumbling and adorably awkward and endearing as Gil, and Marion Cotillard is lovely as Adriana (her wardrobe is beeeutiful!), the woman Gil falls for in 1920s.  Definitely a film I'd want when it comes out on DVD.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The Thrill of the Savings!

I just started watching TLC's Extreme Couponing, and I admit, I'm really envious of the gals featured on the show, with their awesome heavy-duty coupon binders, their savvy and scrupulous and tight-fisted go-getter attitudes, and most of all, their impressive stockpiles (closet full of one kind of soda, anyone?). 

I told Will over chat that I was going to start couponing, maybe even get my own tiny stockpile started.  He wasn't overly enthusiastic, and cautioned me on the stockpiling.  But I tasted that first adrenaline rush that comes with saving money last night when I went to my nearby Lucky supermarket with an envelope of coupons I had scavenged from the papers at the last minute.  Besides a gallon of water, I picked up a 5 pound bag of long grain rice, 4 packs of beef franks, 4 packs of fancy chicken sausage, a large bag of shredded cheddar.   And I had coupons for all.  I ended up saving $11 altogether.  A small, big deal in my book.  I haven't eaten a hotdog wiener in years!

For now, all my coupons are kept in small, separate envelopes.  A small binder would be nice.  Hee.  So would a subscription to the San Francisco Chronicle, with its big, fat Sunday edition filled with coupon inserts. 

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Going Coastal

Got my keester out of bed today really early, but made the split-second decision not to go to the gym and instead take Tush-Killer out for a coastal ride.  The wind today is a mother'effer, but the sky is bright and the sun is out.
 

Freezing and still all smiles.  Yep, that's me!

Finally ventured up the Great Highway towards the famed Cliff House.  The view is gorgeous.


When I looked down, I saw someone had left this huge message in the sand.


This gal was busy doing her own thing.


I stopped to help an older gent pick up some trash someone had carelessly tossed to the dune.  Well, if you call holding the garbage bag open while he picked up the trash helping.  His name is Bob, and he's adorable.  We talked at length about lots of things, and I found out that he meets loads of foreign tourists around these parts.  He knows 10 different languages and knows how to greet everyone in their native language.  He's been all over the world, and can identify different people by their ethnicity.
 



The Observation deck of the Cliff House and the Sutro Baths.



Land's End leading to the coastal trail along the...coast.  I didn't know that long ago, there had been a short rail train running through here!  The frequent landslides put an end to it though.  Anywhoo, lots of sailboats out in the bay today!



Before the bridge, this area was simply known as the Golden Gate.

How do I know?  I read the signs.





I would love to walk this trail again.  Without the bike.  I had to carry it over too many stairs!  I couldn't wait to get up to the Legion of Honor museum.  Decided that since I was there, I'd go see Pulp Fashion: The Art of Isabella Borchgrave exhibit.  It's soooo pretty!


The photo isn't mine, btw.  You're not allowed to take pictures of the special exhibits.  Poop.
 

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Health news

Soooooo...I might have Graves Disease.  For the longest time I've dealt with a wonky thyroid, I just didn't know what sort of wonkiness.  But after yesterday's visit with a new endocrinologist - the last time I saw an endocrinologist, he implied that I had hypothyroidism, not hyperthyroidism - where she explained how my thyroid works and what my levels were, I discovered that my situation wasn't too serious.  Radioactive iodine is just one of two options, thank goodness, because the novelty of the idea of being radioactive for a couple of days had quickly worn off. 
If I do indeed have Graves Disease, she suggested that I take antithyroid medication to bring my thyroid levels down first to determine whether or not I may even need the radioactive iodine (RAI).  RAI is a quick fix;  it destroys your thyroid.  You'd be on thyroid hormones for the rest of your life because your body can't make anymore, but it won't cause infertility or birth defects.
Oh, and just for the record, I don't have the 'bulging eyes' symptom that a good percentage of people with Graves Disease have.  I'm also not shaky. 
I see the endocrinologist again in two months time.  I still have to schedule the test with another lab where it could be proven for sure that I have Graves Disease and not some other autoimmune disorder.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Cake Therapy

Depressed and moody, I looked to sustanence to revive me.

Hellooooo Schubert's!




Ya'll look so happy!

 
Table for two for a party of one.



Sure, you're smiling now, Mr. Happy...


Poor Mr. Bow Wow wants a piece of cake too!

Helping Somebody

I've had an emotionally trying afternoon, but then I'm reminded of people around the world who have lost loved ones and their homes, and that puts my whinging and whining to a grinding halt.

This morning, I made a packed lunch consisting of a turkey sandwich, a banana, and a Motts applesauce cup.  It wasn't for me, but for a person whom I've seen sleeping in the doorway of The Body Shop for the last couple of days.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

I want to ride my bicycle with you...all summer!

I still think this helmet is too small for my head.

One of my favorite things about Golden Gate Park.

Look at all the shiny, happy swingers!
Swing dancers.  Sorry.

Swing away, swingers!  What?  Some of them were changing partners.


Lovely amphitheatre between the de Young Museum and the California Academy of Sciences.  The girls chillaxin' on the side there had a few dance routines.  Ukrainian folk dances, I think. 

I just found out that this sculpture is of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza kneeling before their creator, Cervantes.  All this time, I've admired it and believed it was of Spanish discoverers/conquistadors or something like that.  I need to read more.


Sunday, May 1, 2011

Scenes from a bike.

I'm a lazy, lazy blogger.  Saturday, I finally got around to pumping air into my bike tires.  I then took it out on a test run, started to enjoy myself, so I cruised around for half an hour.
 
My sweet keester is hurting from yesterday.  I want a plush bike seat.  But it's dang gorgeous out, I could resist another go at it!

I shall dub thee, "Tush Killer".

Anyone and Everyone with a bike is outside today!




Ocean Beach is totally packed.


If you don't fancy sand in places you never knew you had, then Golden Gate Park is the place for you.

The lawn of The Conservatory of Flowers.




Don't ask.  I have no idea how that happened.

Roller skating party!

*singing* ...You're a native New Yorker!
They all looked so cool, Electric Slidin' and all.

It's only 3:35, but my rear is smarting from that dang bike seat.  And I want cake.  Which I don't have, and am too lazy to go get.