Monday, February 04, 2013


My 28th birthday is about to come to an end and all I can think about is how much I love my life and what this city has given me. I am so thankful to be living in a city that both of my siblings reside in, but I am thankful that that city is San Francisco. If I could hug this city, I would.

Thank you, San Francisco for providing my sister a job so she was able to move up here from LA. She is my rock and I don't know how I lived here for 4 1/2 years without her in this city.

Thank you, San Francisco for providing the Giants. You have no idea what the power of baseball has had in restoring my relationship with my brother.

Thank you, San Francisco for humbling me and teaching me the hardest lessons I've ever had to learn in life. Thank you for always pulling me back in when I thought I was ready to leave you. You have taught me patience, understanding, and that things will always work out in the end.

Thank you, San Francisco for being Home.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

There is one more month of baseball left, but I can feel my withdrawals slowly creeping in already. The offseason provides me with such angst. I know there will always be another season, but I think the only thing that actually gets me through baseball’s offseason is the fact that I am so busy with the holidays. Thank you, holidays that include such great family time. It is something to look forward to in a time that would otherwise, only be a time of longing.

I love this 2012 Giants team and I want them to do well. I want them to win. I want them to win the World Series. I want to see Matt Cain continue with his 0.00 ERA in the playoffs. I want to feel that electricity in San Francisco, the way I did in 2010. I have never felt that since. Not even when the Niners were in the playoffs last year. My family lives here now and I want them to be able to feel that because it cannot be described, only felt. It is in the air. It is in your eyes and in your smile. It is in your bones. You wake up to it and it is like a warm blanket. It brings that feeling of hope and promise that things might just go your way today.

There are two things in my life that I am so thankful for: my family and baseball. They both bring me pain from time to time, but they also bring me the best moments of my life. They create who I am and they always teach me something new. I know it seems ridiculous to say that about a sport, but baseball is in my soul. There isn’t anything else in my life that gives me butterflies every time I think about it. When I see that baseball field for the first time of the season, my eyes well up. When I see that baseball field for the last time of the season, my eyes well up. It is my place of comfort. My place of joy.

Friday, December 19, 2008

I love my homemade tree. Who knew it was so much fun to make Christmas decorations out of construction paper?

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

My mom called me the other day to inform me that I received an AARP application in the mail. Something as silly as that makes me feel young because I'm barely shy of 24, but there are times where I feel incredibly old. This usually occurs when I have had a bad day at work and the realization that I am doing absolutely nothing with my life is so incredibly clear. I've been reading old entries from my sister's blog and mine and most of the time I feel like I'm still the same person, but in a new city. It's so easy to have high expectations and dreams when you are just getting out of college and your parents still pay for everything.

So I'm attempting to do something with my life and I'm going back to school to become a paralegal. I feel good about it and I hope this feeling lasts. I want to use my education that I worked so hard to get for four years and that does NOT involve RETAIL!

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Most amazing weekend of my life.

Saw Radiohead from the 4th row at the Outsidelands Festival.

Listened to Tom Petty from my roof and officially became a cliche when I started singing "Free Fallin'" while slightly intoxicated.

Saw Wilco from the second row. Made eye contact with Jeff Tweedy.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

I need a real job and I need to get away from I am a supervisor at a large retail company that sells you a lot of crap that you more than likely don't need. I can no longer deal with people's neuroses. I can no longer deal with the madness, the anger, the rudeness, the egos, the crying, the sex in public, the loud cell phone talkers, the thieves, the stupidity, and finally, the poop. Oh, the poop.

I have been working for this company for 8 months and I probably have the funniest, most ridiculous and most disgusting stories you will ever hear. I don't know if these experiences have made me a better or worse person, but they sure have taught me a lot.

Here are some tips:

1) The customer is NOT always right. If you are angry about something, more than likely, you are wrong. 90% of the time the customer is wrong.

2) You are not smarter than the person working retail. You especially don't know more about the policies of the company that person works for. Don't act like you do. Ever.

3)Don't talk on your cell phone inside a building in a normal speaking voice. You then become loud and obnoxious.

4) Don't EVER talk on your cell phone when you are purchasing something. I don't care how much you apologize, you are still an asshole.

5) Don't ever assume you are not being watched. Don't have sex or perform sexual acts in public. Most likely, you are on camera.

6) Don't poop on the floor. You must feel some amount of shame when you do this. Why not relieve yourself of that shame and not do it? It'll make the world a better place.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Since when did Coldplay turn into U2? Their new song "Vida la vida" sounds exactly like U2's "Beautiful Day." Coldplay used to have potential. But now when I see people go into fits of rage about how Coldplay is the worst band in the world, I'm starting to understand. But people will still go to their concerts, clap their hands, sing their lyrics, and think they have become self actualized through the music of an over-hyped, over-produced, over-marketed band. There is nothing like the power of an Apple commercial.