Since the Olympics are on I have been feeling patriotic lately and purely because I am competitive and I like to see my team win. I'm one of those obnoxious Americans that only think we do well when we win gold and I yell, "You suck, I could do better than you!" when someone screws up in the smallest of ways.

Then tonight I decided to catch up on my TV shows that I have been TiVo-ing and that is when the patriotism that I have been feeling over the past week flew out the window. I decided to TiVo Oprah because I knew Anderson Cooper was going to be on her show reporting on what has been happening down in the areas that were devastated by Hurricane Katrina and I love me some Anderson Cooper.



Okay people, I knew that those poor people were being neglected, but I had no idea how bad it really is. I knew that FEMA wasn't doing anything and has been pulling a lot of bereaucratic bullshit when asked why they aren't getting anything done, but dear lord they have done absolutely nothing. I knew that people were being kicked out of their hotels and their apartments, but what I did not realize is how little FEMA has done to clean up the devastated areas.

It has been 6 months since Hurricane Katrina and you are still not able to walk on the grass because ecoli is in the ground that you can become infected with! With that in mind, people are living in trailers on this infected grass because they have nowhere to go! People's possessions are still everywhere. It doesn't look like the bulldozers have cleared anything and it has been 6 months!!!!! The government isn't doing anything to clear away all the wreckage and they have the balls to kick people out of hotels and apartments because they don't want to pay for them anymore? Are you serious? These people are still in those hotels and apartments because they have nowhere else to go! They don't choose to be crammed onto a cruise ship cabin or have 6 people living in one tiny hotel room. People don't choose to live like this!

Ignorance really is the American way. Most White Americans didn't think the lack of response by the government days after the hurricane hit was a racial issue. I'm sorry, but if the hurricane had hit, oh I don't know TEXAS, the way it had hit Louisiana and Mississippi, you sure as hell know that Bush would have sent FEMA out there the day it happened! New Orleans has a huge African American community and is also one of poorest cities in the United States. Why is this, my friends? Because the system works against minorities! Why didn't people evacuate like they were advised? Because they were too poor and therefore did not have the means to do so! Why did these people then sit on their roofs for days and days after the hurricane hit? Once again, the system works against minorities. It's a vicious cycle and it's infuriating and I'm ashamed to be an American!

We are the largest economy in the world. We are fighting a bullshit trillion dollar war against people who have never done anything to us and you're telling me that we don't have the money to help out our own people? What's wrong with this picture?

Normally I would whine about Republicans and the Bush administration, but not this time. I've always known this, but in the back of my mind I try and tell myself I am associated with the better party being a Democrat and all, but the representation for the Democratic party are no better than the Republicans. They don't seem to be doing a whole lot trying to change what is going on in New Orleans and that is why I have decided that I am going to be an Independent from now on. I've been leaning that way for a couple months now and seeing what is going on down there has pushed me over the edge. I refuse to be associated with two horribly corrupt parties any longer.

Americans need to open up their eyes and see what is going on around them in their own country and see what their own President is doing. President Clinton was impeached for cheating on his wife which was none of our business. President Bush has sent us into a war on false pretenses, he did not respond to his own suffering people for 5 days while watching them wither away on national television, he had reports that 9/11 was going to occur, but ignored the reports, has not found the man that killed 3,000 people, need I go on? Think of all the scandals that have been going on over only the past two years of this administration and just think of how much more is going to come out over the next two years. Scary thought, isn't it?

I know this is long and if you've read this far I'm surprised. Watching that show just dragged out all the anger and sadness that I felt when Katrina first occurred all over again and I needed to get it off my chest. If you don't agree with me, don't bother writing a nasty comment because I will read the first sentence and then stop and delete your comment. I don't want to hear any opposition because you're just another ignorant American if you disagree with me.

I believe that me moving to San Francisco has been destined since the moment I was born. I was born in Northern California during the greatest era of Bay Area sports. In 1985 the 49ers had just won their second Superbowl in 3 years. Joe Montana was our quarterback and Jerry Rice was about to enter his first year in the NFL. Then 49ers would then go on to win 3 more Superbowls over the next 10 years. Jerry Rice became the greatest wide receiver of all time. The Niners management snubbed Joe Montana and sent him to Kansas City, but Montana was replaced by Steve Young. To grow up in Northern California and not be a Niners fan during this time period would be like growing up in Boston and not being a Red Sox fan.

Joe Montana, the greatest quarterback of all time.

Jerry Rice, the greatest wide receiver of all time. My hero for the first 15 years of my life.

Steve Young, the 2nd greatest quarterback of all time. I saw Steve Young in person once. It was the strangest feeling in the world to be in the presence of greatest. I just wanted to go up to him and shake his hand and explain to him that he was God to me for about 8 years of my life.

Not only were the 49ers doing well during the mid to late 80's, but the Giants were as well and that's all because of Will "The Thrill" Clark. in 1989 the Giants went to the World Series. It was called the Bay Series because we were playing the Oakland Athletics. A huge earthquake happened in Game One and we ended up losing the series. The Giants have kind of made me a masochist. Every year they break my heart and I feel like I can't move for two months after the season, but every year I go back for more. They are my heart and my soul.


One of my very first memories is of a Giants game. I was two or three and I was at Candlestick Park in San Francisco. I had my cotton candy and I was jumping up and down yelling, "Will Clark! Will Clark!"

The love I have for my two sports teams, no matter how pathetic they may be right now, has made it inevitable; I will have to move to San Francisco. Hopefully with my degree is Physical Therapy I will be able to work for the Giants. Baseball is my world. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about moving to San Francisco and working for the Giants and maybe one day that dream will finally become a reality. If not, I know that in 60 years I will be one of those little old ladies at SBC Park with my 2006 Giants pins on my hat and my old school Giants gear cheering on my team every game. Getting old scares me, but the that thought right there makes me smile.

I am not one that is big on designers or fashion, for that matter, but I do love shoes more than anything in the world and purses come in at a close second. Marc Jacobs is the one designer that I am absolutely in love with though. Everytime I see something Marc Jacobs my heart skips a beat and I have been dreaming of owning something of his for years and on Saturday my dream finally came true!



This is my amazing new purse that I bought. What is crazy about this purse is that I was bidding on it about a month ago on ebay and it got up to around $350 and it is worth about $100 less than that so I have come to the conclusion that people on ebay are stupid!

This purse is the new love of my life and it will be my valentine for many years to come. Every time I look at it I just smile. I took it out on Saturday night and we had a great time. I'm looking forward to our next date on Tuesday night when a bunch of my friends and I go out to an Irish pub to celebrate that fact that we are indeed single. I guess I will have to break it to my friends that I have found The One, but something tells me they will be okay with this one.

I am officially 21 and as great as my birthday weekend was, I am SO glad it is OVER! Now I am here to tell you about my weekend and I will provide you with lots of pictures because pictures are my favorite.

So Friday afternoon I put on my cowboy boots and Rachel and I began our journey up the 5. The trip was going just fine until 5 miles before our exit to take the 152 over to the 101 and we found ourselves sitting on the 5 and the 152 was shut down. So Rachel and I decided to take the Jetta up over the middle divider of on the 5 and head back down to Kettleman City to get over to the 101. I am proud of my Jetta. The trip that was supposed to take 5 1/2 hours ended up taking us 9 hours and 15 minutes. I started to think it was an omen for how the rest of the weekend was going to be and oh, it was!

When I finally got to my brother's I walked in the door to find this lovely display! I also got the best presents this year. Cool makeup, a very cool 80's CD set(that came with a lovely drawn card), shoes and LOTS of money and gift cards!

Then Saturday morning all of us girls got up and drove to San Francisco. I was reminded of why I loved San Francisco so much when I drove up the 101 and there was Candlestick(aka Monster Park) where the Niners play. The Niners and the Giants, two reasons big enough for me to change my location!

After a little shopping we deicded to stop for some lunch.

This is my ordering me first drink!

Later on that night we went out to sushi and then we went to a bar on Union St. called the Blue Lights. Here is a picture of all of us. Nicole, Jen, Jeff, me, and Jen.

Yay for sisters! Jen and me! Can't you tell since we both did the same pose?

I love my brother!

Rachel and me

When I was heavily intoxicated Taylor showed up so here is a picture of me. I look relatively sober, but who would have known that an hour and a half later I would have been puking in a toilet?

Here are the rest of the boys that came and met up with us. Taylor, Joel, Austin and Margaret(the waitress). This is the picture of me with my last shot of the night and that last shot is what did me in.

An hour later I was puking in the toilet. I puked on the street. I cried because I scared the cabdriver. I puked some more in the hotel toilet. Rachel puked with me. I woke up the next morning and puked a whole lot more. Around 2:30 the next afternoon I was finally able to eat something and keep it down. I have a huge bruise on my chest and I have no idea what it is from. My abs are sore from puking so much. Two days later I am still trying to recover.

My 21st birthday was great, but would I ever repeat it? Not a chance in hell, but I will never forget it. I lived the typical 21st birthday and I got drunker then I had ever been before. I am now 21, but I don't feel any differently, but hey I can drink legally now!