tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44427505173646465632012-02-08T13:57:37.859-08:00Dancing Hula in the Sunset DistrictOnaona i ka Pot Roast and the Smell the Heater Makes the First Time it's Turned on in the Winter.Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.comBlogger2601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-10808942382282622192012-02-08T13:57:00.001-08:002012-02-08T13:57:37.872-08:00January WordleAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-27439877738293720912012-01-29T10:07:00.000-08:002012-01-29T10:07:30.506-08:00LisaThe Boy has a girlfriend and her name is Lisa.
Lisa is 1 year old but she's older than The Boy. She has red hair and blue eyes. Her dad's name is Stoodoo. Her favorite color is white. She doesn't have any pets.
I don't know where the idea of Lisa came from, but it seems to make him happy.
Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-22410266474411574682012-01-12T14:47:00.000-08:002012-01-12T14:47:27.156-08:00My Least Favorite HulaEveryone hula dancer has her own "go-to" dance. Y'know, the one that if asked to dance hula they would say OK I'll dance "(insert favorite hula dance here)." And, y'know, I'm guessing everyone has a hula they really don't like to dance.
Last night towards the end of class Kumu pulled out a makua lua hoʻohiluhilu kula (my attempt at translating 'golden oldie'), Papalina Lahilahi. Then we dancedAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-78089224065564645172012-01-12T10:03:00.000-08:002012-01-12T10:03:58.085-08:00I Never Could Get The Hang of Thursdays And I'm Blaming The Stupid CatI hate being annoyed awake. I hate when the first words out of my mouth in the morning are negative. It just sets the worst tone for the day. I'm blaming the cat.
Stupid cat.
He is a very sweet and patient cat, but he is a very stupid cat.
This morning, right before my alarm was scheduled to go off, the stupid cat started playing with something loud and crunchy. Batting it around the Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-373254941576676282012-01-11T14:50:00.000-08:002012-01-11T14:52:22.367-08:00Book Review - Set Phasers on Par-Tay!The other day The Boy totally needed to get out of the house. He needed a good run. I asked him where he wanted to go. He promptly said "the playground with the train." At first I was a bit annoyed because we have to drive to 'the playground with the train,' and I wanted to walk him down to Ocean Beach and run him there. After grumbling a little bit I said I'd take him there but being that 'the Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-3406198043823656862012-01-03T15:31:00.001-08:002012-01-03T15:31:08.414-08:00December WordleAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-36258314690035532482011-12-28T10:39:00.000-08:002011-12-28T10:39:59.650-08:006 weeks in, 9 pounds outI had my 6 week check in with my health coach.
The first session I didn't like my health coach. He made to much eye contact. He would just stare at me, not breaking eye contact, and the worst part, not blinking. Oh it drove me crazy. I thought "how could I continue seeing this guy". Then he would say things to me like "Food is neither good nor bad. It's the choices we make that are good or Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-54894097983963315362011-12-24T09:03:00.000-08:002011-12-24T09:03:00.662-08:00Andrea's Gift GuideI'm almost done with my holiday shopping.
For Christmas I have one more task to do for the presents we're giving my parents and my in-laws. I'm super excited about their present. I think they'll really like it. Other than that, I just have to wrap a few things and I'm done. I'm excited to see the The Girl and The Boy when they see what Santa brought them.
I have a few birthday presents to take Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-84701848302300122222011-12-21T14:52:00.000-08:002011-12-21T14:52:46.316-08:00All Because of the Elevenses - A True, Yet Pointless Story About My Encounter with Mike RoweThis morning I wasn't hungry so I didn't eat the yogurt I brought to work with me to have for breakfast. Later that morning though, I got a little peckish. I pulled my yogurt out of my backpack and had me some Elevenses.
Indulging in this late morning snack, thus staving off my hunger coupled with the project I had to finish before a 1pm meeting, I didn't get to lunch until a little after 1:30.
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Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-33535779510769759572011-12-01T22:38:00.000-08:002011-12-02T10:29:14.530-08:00On Marrying HulaI'm always surprised at the hula steps that come easy to me and the ones that give me grief.
Some moves I get right away. When I attempt them and conquer them I think 'wow, that sounded hard and I pulled it off. yay me.'
Then there are other moves that sound easy, that seemingly everyone in class, but me figures out and executes perfectly. Both dances we are learning in class this month (and Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-2215380830406413402011-12-01T13:18:00.000-08:002011-12-01T13:18:03.543-08:00November WordleAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-24564534384071356972011-11-27T19:04:00.000-08:002011-11-27T19:04:25.792-08:00Evil is Super Cute and It Bows Down to Me!Well, not really, but get this.
I was coming home from my run this evening (3.3 miles, yay me!) and a Black Cat crossed my path. It crossed my path, then doubled back, came back towards me and flopped itself at my feet, belly up. I bent down and scratched his belly and his ears, talked to him a little bit then went on my way back home.
About one house length later the kitty followed after me,Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-30784642020575636232011-11-26T20:38:00.000-08:002011-11-26T20:38:44.051-08:00The Health Coach - The Re-MILF-ificaiton of AndreaAbout a month ago I started seeing a health coach.
It started like this . . . . . I went to the doctor for a reason that has no bearing on this blog post. At my appointment the doctor decided to give me some blood tests. The results of the blood tests indicated that I might benefit from the help of a health coach.
Oh, who am I kidding? Any of you who know me know that in the last 7 years I Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-3916282985505444702011-11-25T11:52:00.000-08:002011-11-25T11:52:09.618-08:00Turkey TrotYesterday I ran in the Turkey Trot at Golden Gate Park and let me tell you, I kicked that Turkey in the ass. I know I kicked it in the ass, because I came in last. So last that the Turkey was packing up its gear and walking away from me. The Turkey's ass was the only thing I could kick. OK it wasn't that bad, but almost. I'm certain I came in last place. I know I ran 5 miles, because my GPS on myAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-49032912081961446362011-11-17T10:08:00.000-08:002011-11-17T10:08:53.050-08:00Hula - A Great Spot RemoverYesterday was a weird day. I was glad when it ended.
I was wearing a skirt that's sort of a silk-type fabric. I like the skirt a lot. I like its burnt orange color, I like the waistband, I like the way it hangs. What I don't like is that today it got a little stain on it.
I noticed it right about the time I noticed my backpack was pulling my skirt up and up and up until my ass was hanging outAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-3359468912705906402011-11-04T22:37:00.000-07:002011-11-04T22:38:04.055-07:00October WordleAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-20760390555773219192011-11-04T11:53:00.000-07:002011-11-04T11:53:51.087-07:00Book Review - Shiver, and Reminising About "Page 148"I'm just about finished reading Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater. It's one of The Girl's books. She was so wrapped up in it when she was reading it I decided I would give it a whirl. The book's got just about everything a tween / almost teen could love. There's forbidden teenage love, best friends, absent parents.
Perfect fantasy for a kid her age. Or so I thought . . . .
Spoilers abound - I don't Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-90467485514418659592011-11-02T23:18:00.000-07:002011-11-02T23:18:11.113-07:00Hello? Operator? Is Hula There?Tonight was not my best night at hula. I suppose it happens to the best of us. It shouldn't, but it does. Tonight, as much as I didn't want to, and as much as I tried not to, I dialed it in. I was not totally present in hula tonight. Chalk it up to the crazy goings on in my head, the day I had at work, the overwhelming amount of housework I have at home . . . I don't know what it was but I didn'tAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-6736780273796900642011-10-27T21:46:00.000-07:002011-10-27T21:46:31.324-07:00Playing Lloyd Bentsen to a Stranger's Dan Quale
This morning in the elevator up to my office I overheard a conversation. It went like this:
Guy #1 - Dude, do you have your Chuck Norris Halloween costume ready?
Guy #2 - Yeah, all except the poncho.
Me (interrupting) - How's your roundhouse kick?
Guy #2 - What's that?
"What's that?" "WHAT'S THAT?" Who thinks they could be Chuck Norris for Halloween and not know what a roundhouse kick is?
Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-42437677537834851802011-10-25T16:24:00.000-07:002011-10-25T16:26:01.672-07:00Crabs, Cowboys and KuleanaLast Sunday Hubby and I dropped The Kiddies off at their grandparents' house and went to see Na Lei Hulu perform at The Palace of Fine Arts.
Great show on the whole, but to me there were two dances that stood out. The first was He Mele
Pāpa’i, A Song for the Great Crab. This particular hula was just a part of a suite of hulas written by Puakea Nogelmeier and dedicated to Kapalakiko, or San Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-66714382593167499312011-10-20T14:08:00.000-07:002011-10-20T14:08:52.738-07:00Captured KnowledgeLast night in place of hula class I attended a lecture, that my halau hosted of course, by noted linguist and Hawaiian language professor Puakea Nogelmeier.
I was so tired this evening. I was coming off of a short business trip; a short, but a bit of a tiring trip. I wanted to go to see Kumu Puakea speak. I knew, as a member of my halau, it was my responsibility to go listen to the man speak. Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-85915115336424682502011-10-17T14:29:00.000-07:002011-10-17T14:29:51.990-07:00Living off the Fatta' the LanWhen I was about 19 I had this one boyfriend. One weekend we went to Tijuana, Mexico with a buncha his friends. We drove down in a honda civic filled with way more people than seat belts and got a hotel room on just on the inside of the US border. After getting all gussied up for a night on the town, we left the hotel walked across the border and hopped in a waiting cab to take us to Revolution Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-71762979174269299972011-10-06T17:07:00.000-07:002011-10-08T11:15:58.491-07:00Fierce Heart - Book ReviewI just finished reading Fierce Heart by Stuart Holmes Coleman. I enjoyed it immensly.
I got the book at a garage sale. The sale was held to raise funds for Surf for Life. You can read about Surf for Life here.
I had heard about the book when it came out in April 2009, but never got around to reading it.
When I first started reading the book I thought that I should have read it before I went on Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-54048678114677171502011-10-01T08:07:00.000-07:002011-10-01T08:07:53.524-07:00Wordle of September Blog PostsAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-20471670851579735232011-09-30T15:50:00.000-07:002011-09-30T15:50:38.343-07:00A Ma'am-o-Gram to Will Smith: Gettin' Squishy With ItGrowing up I listened to a lot, and I mean A LOT of Dr. Demento. I know, big surprise, huh? I grew up listening to his 4 hour live show on KMET in SoCal. I loved so many of the songs. I even sang them to my kiddies when they were babies. Can you just picture me rocking my babies an sweetly singing "I took a fish head out to see a movie. Didn't have to pay to get it in." I don't even know why I'mAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-42799830775615553962011-09-29T10:23:00.000-07:002011-09-29T10:23:13.841-07:00A Dream - Showers and LiceSome mornings I hit snooze more than other mornings. On those mornings when I hit snooze a little too much I sometimes have strange dreams surrounding what I'd be doing if I were awake in real life. For example, if I have to pee, I'll have dreams that I have to pee but I can't find a bathroom, the bathroom is super grody, there are no doors on the stalls, there is a toilet but it's up on a Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-64581275181340318792011-09-19T13:07:00.000-07:002011-09-19T13:07:04.334-07:00It was good, but I hated that little girl.I like action packed blockbusters. I quite enjoy watching Will Smith fight aliens, whether it be along side Tommy Lee Jones or Jeff Goldblum. Watching Gary Oldman fight President Harrison Ford, or Kurt Russel and Halle Berry fight a group of terrorists from some unnamed middle eastern country, is just as enjoyable. I want to be Franke Portente running from the law with Jason Bourne. I like Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-77893589275286649892011-09-13T21:46:00.000-07:002011-09-13T21:46:52.558-07:00I Know, I Know, 20 Years, Blah Blah Blah oooh look, Peachy Puff Girls
I've mentioned it before, so many times you're sick of it, probably, but I am at the 20 year point. 20 years ago this month I moved to San Francisco. I don't remember the exact date, only that it I drove up to San Francisco with my friend P. We first drove up here in his VW Bus, spent a week or so in a crappy 1 bedroom apartment on Haight and Pierce with two other roomies, our friends E and I Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-53042397242386546932011-09-13T09:49:00.000-07:002012-01-09T14:53:09.041-08:00Why, Greg Wasson, Why?
Dear Greg Wasson,
I hate the new floor plan of my local Walgreens. It's stupid and annoying and doesn't encourage me to give in to my impulses and buy things I don't need. What it does is it piss me off. Rather than walking the block to my local Walgreens, I'd rather get in my car and go to Lucky. Because of your new floor plan I leave Walgreens grumpy and with only 1/2 the things on my list Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-29314601946632353622011-09-09T11:02:00.000-07:002012-01-09T14:54:24.976-08:00Because Embarrassment is Fun.A bunch of years ago I worked for The Food Whole. One week during my time spent with them was spent in Portland, OR setting up their new store.
When I got off work for the day I went for a walk and discovered Powell's Bookstore. What a great bookstore. At the time I had just finished reading The Princess Bride by William Goldman.
I'm sure all y'all have seen the movie The Princess Bride and can Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-57380251301536277462011-09-08T16:18:00.000-07:002012-01-09T14:55:10.013-08:00#65 - Read 50 booksI have to admit I've been neglecting my list. What seemed like a good idea at first, kinda isn't anymore. Some items on my list I just never started. Some, after reading them, I've decided they are bad or uninteresting ideas. Some of them I modified.
A few weeks ago my parents were visiting. I told my mom about my list. She said "oh, it's something like a bucket list." I told her that I supposeAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-12091293989095023302011-09-05T09:30:00.000-07:002011-09-05T09:30:18.413-07:00August Wordle
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Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-66666612981222246772011-09-02T13:34:00.000-07:002011-09-02T13:34:41.741-07:00(Unsolicited) Advice
Yesterday I attended a baby shower for a few of the ladies in my office. The shower was pretty nice; balloons, music, yummy cheeses, wine, and pretty yummy looking cupcakes. I didn't have a cupcake. I filled up on humboldt fog cheese and pinot noir.
Anyhow, the lady who set up the event thanked everyone for coming, then asked all the experienced mommies in the room to give a little advice to theAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-19839826189613206172011-08-29T12:34:00.000-07:002011-08-29T12:34:28.853-07:00The MonkeybuttsI took the Kiddies out of the house yesterday so Hubby could get some work done. We went to our local Borders, which is closing soon. The Girl wanted to get a few books to keep in her desk at school for "silent reading time." She chose some teenage drama, probably involving horses, and Life of Pi. The Boy, seeing that The Girl was getting something at Borders, insisted he get something too. He Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-86585074613273332872011-08-25T14:22:00.000-07:002011-08-25T14:22:26.776-07:00Junior HighThe Girl started the 7th grade yesterday. Funny I don't feel much older than the day I had her. She's certainly grown up, though. It's been fun watching her transform from a little girl to a young woman. In the last year she's done more new things on her own than she's done in her entire life. What started with me pushing her in her stroller to the zoo has evolved into her walking to her job at Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-90770054691940831512011-08-23T11:46:00.000-07:002011-08-23T11:46:57.969-07:00Kama'aina O Long FranciscoI moved to San Francisco 20 years ago.
Twenty years ago I was almost 21 years old, super skinny with bleached blond hair, more vices than what were probably good for me, no money in my pocket and not a lot of confidence. I moved to San Francisco with my friend P, who I have been friends with since I was 8 and he was 10. We moved into a flat with his girlfriend who was also my high school bestieAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-56992754139072139932011-08-11T13:46:00.000-07:002011-08-11T13:46:03.634-07:00Married again? - A DreamDreams are funky. Here's a dream I had the other night.
A long lost boy I had a crush on in junior high contacted me. He said we had to get a divorce because he had met the woman of his dreams and he wanted to marry her. Apparently we were married in what we thought was a fake wedding ceremony when we were 14, but it was actually real. I thougth "I'm married. How come I didn't need to get a Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-63898275113629641472011-08-11T11:40:00.000-07:002011-08-11T13:31:28.099-07:00Why My Kids Are Better Than Your Kids* Part 1
This morning on Facebook, one of my FB friends (and more importantly, he's my friend in real life), posted a story from CNN about society as a whole having really bad handwriting.
I think it's true. Not only has our hand writing gotten shoddy, our use of abbreviations has become more prevalent, and with that, our sense of grammar has gone right down the pipes of the porcelin bus, for example, Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-51979738362480217632011-08-08T14:15:00.000-07:002012-01-09T14:56:05.816-08:00I Have a Great Idea: An Open Letter to "Orthodox Chews"
Dear Orthodox Chews,
I've always wanted to try your product and today I got the chance to. Yay!
See, the market by my office that sells your delicious taffy sells it for $7.99 for a one pound bag. Ouchie-wouchie, that's a lot of money. I don't have that kind of money to spend on candy.
Today I had to go out to the market and buy some snackies for some folks that are flying in today for a Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-26671516907290762602011-08-04T09:49:00.000-07:002011-08-04T09:49:29.414-07:00Bunchkins!Recently two of my very good friends added cute little limbs to their respective families' family trees. I'm very happy for and secretly jealous of both of them. New babies are the sweetest things ever.
Last night I got to meet one of them. Oh my gosh, little "NorCal Bunchkin" is so sweet. She was sleeping when I arrived and was stirring awake when I left. She made the best little "I'm about toAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-73723049145364690242011-08-04T09:25:00.000-07:002011-08-04T09:25:34.345-07:00July WordleHere is a Wordle from all my July blog posts.
Enjoy.
Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-59108574466664153552011-07-31T10:46:00.000-07:002011-07-31T10:46:19.656-07:005k the Day AwayI ran a 5k this morning. Last February I ran my first 5k. Last time my time was 52:27. I beat my time today by 3 minutes. Hooray!
Here are my stats.
And this is how sweaty and gross I am after I finished. Thank you to the stranger standing in line behind me for taking this picture and not running off with my phone. I'm not sure I could have outrun you to get it back.
Thank you to everyone who Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-57712709788789458612011-07-22T13:21:00.000-07:002011-07-22T13:21:56.248-07:00The Sandwich Line - don't do it wrong, Michael KeatonHubby tells me that when he fishes in a spot he's never been to before or or hasn't been to in quite some time he always takes a few minutes to evaluate the motions of the waves physical properties of the landscape upon which the waves are crashing. Is there an undercurrent? How big are the waves? Are there rocks protruding (or not) that affect the way the waves hit the coastline. Is the tide Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-88328061209374633122011-07-15T23:54:00.000-07:002012-01-09T14:55:36.541-08:00I Love You : An Open Letter to Brian WilsonDear Brian Wilson,
I love you. Not in a romantic sort of way. You're an OK guy and all but you're not my husband. You're not even Cody Ross, who I'm super crushing on. My son is too. Whenever my Cody is at bat I say "oh, there's my boyfriend," and then my 3 year old son says "he's my boyfriend, too," but not my 12 year old daughter. She crushes on Pablo Sandoval, but not really because she Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-8507366009444638012011-07-09T22:42:00.000-07:002011-07-09T22:42:13.135-07:004.03 miles! Take *THAT* Miles Davis!This is what I did this evening. I ran 4.03 miles. It's the farthest I've ever run without stopping. OK, I did stop at the half way point to brag on Facebook how I made it halfway, but it took less time than one whole song on my walkman, so I didn't really stop for a long enough time to loose my groove.
Running from Sloat to Lincoln was pretty easy. The music coming through my headphones ranged Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-77237773271600039312011-07-08T13:51:00.000-07:002011-07-08T13:51:02.963-07:00David - One of the Good Ones.A friend from my elementary / junior high school died over the holiday weekend. Although I have mixed feelings about the school itself, and the time I spent there, there were a few people who stood out as "the good ones." David was one of them.
Here's his obituary. It was originally published in the Austin American Statesman.
David Alan Eddington
David Alan Eddington Dave was born in Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-32397313539004107662011-06-28T15:52:00.000-07:002011-06-28T15:52:46.509-07:00Long BeachI went to Long Beach this weekend to join my friends to celebrate something great that's happening to another friend.
I also went to my sisters' house and spent a day with them.
Our original plan was to drive to LA to Olvera Street. Turns out the Dodgers had a day game which would have screwed up LA's already messed up traffic, so we decided to stay local.
Turned out to be a good thing.
We Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-52656987822093345832011-06-28T15:15:00.000-07:002011-06-28T15:15:37.865-07:00I have to write a Thank you note.I have to write a Thank You note.
I get to write a Thank You note.
It is my privilege and honor to write a Thank You note.
I haven't written very much about my huaka'i on my blog. I have plenty of lines of prose tucked away in a folder on my desktop, mostly my top-line thoughts of the day that I'd scribble out each night when we'd get back to our hotel room, hoping that what I was writing Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-47543999756929428992011-06-19T21:36:00.000-07:002011-06-19T21:36:35.665-07:00SamoaThis weekend the family and I drove to Arcata, Ca. While we were there, Hubby met up with some of his friends from college. We took in a super fun baseball game. (Go Crabs!) We went to the Oyster Festival.
One of the funnest parts of the weekend was our trip to Samoa.
We walked along a long jetty.
The kiddies poked things that were trying to hide between the rocks
The Girl wrangled herself a Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-83701015896816114942011-05-30T00:10:00.000-07:002011-05-30T00:10:41.289-07:00On Exercise (an epiphany)I had an epiphany today.
Everyone should exercise. That last sentence applies to me, doubly. I'm not really averse to exercise, I just don't do it enough. I need to exercise more. (In case you were wondering, that's not the epiphany part.)
I've tried P90X, going to the gym, and walking but I didn't really enjoy then. As a result I've come to the conclusion that there are 2 forms of exercise I Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-87164758116689972132011-04-28T22:35:00.000-07:002012-01-09T14:56:57.586-08:00To Market to Market to Buy Some Dish SoapTonight I went to Walgreens.
As I was walking from the parking lot to the front door a woman got out of her car and walked by me on her way inside the store making "brr" noises and confirming how cold it was. It was windy, but I didn't think it was all that cold. I looked at her. She was wearing tan pleather chaps with fringe with gray stirrup pants. She had a long pony tail that came down to Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-75855529456228813152011-04-25T10:01:00.000-07:002011-04-25T10:01:05.859-07:00Dream Over the WeekendI was on a bus going somewhere. I don't know where we were heading but in my dream I did. I also didn't know all the people on the bus, but in my dream I did.
We got to our destination. We were early. It was almost light out, and it was pretty darn chilly. We were all waiting on a football field for whatever it was we were waiting for. My hula sister Juna started sprinting lines on the football Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-15124405447417609602011-04-21T22:57:00.000-07:002011-04-21T22:57:50.153-07:00What a difference an hour makes.Oh my gosh I had a long, horrible week at work. I won't go into specifics.It doesn't make sense to go into specifics. Everyone can relate to a long horrible week at work. It was such an icky week that I even had The Geneva Pizza Dream. I have to say, though, overall the good parts about my job outweigh the not-so-fun parts of my job. It was just an off week that I have to shake off and it will Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-52025199472447737002011-04-21T21:59:00.000-07:002011-04-21T21:59:07.334-07:00The Geneva Pizza Dream, Again.I've written about this before, but it happened again. I had "The Geneva Pizza Dream."
When I've had a bad day at work, or when work gets stressful I have "The Geneva Pizza Dream." Geneva Pizza was a bit of a stressful place to work. I worked there for a few years and then I quit. I quit by walking out in the middle of my shift in hysterics. A customer gave me a ride home.
Ah, fun times.
Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-53032541595449740062011-04-13T10:55:00.000-07:002011-04-13T10:55:10.905-07:00Oh Say Can You See?Yesterday The Girl, some kids from school and some kids from other schools in San Francisco sang the National Anthem before the Giants' game at ATT Park.
Here's a snippet.
Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-38428923796548602572011-04-08T09:30:00.000-07:002011-04-08T09:30:50.449-07:00Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk at The Embarcadero Peet'sToday is payday!!! Hooray! So before all my money has made its way to the nice folks at the student loan and credit card companies, I decided to treat myself to a stop at Peet's Coffee inside Embarcadero Station for a yummy cuppa joe.
Usually I drink the free coffee at my office, which actually isn't so bad; we have a sbux machine that brews cups to order, you can even get hot chocolate on demandAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-66517386244047012682011-03-30T09:39:00.000-07:002011-03-30T09:39:50.925-07:00Upward MobilityLast Saturday The Girl and I climbed to the top of 555 California. This was my 3rd year and The Girl's 2nd year.
555 California is the big brown building in the picture.
Here we are before the climb, standing in front of the sculpture "The Banker's Heart."
Here's The Girl, standing in line, waiting to climb. Isn't she pretty?
And here we are after the climb as we round complete Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-75754320921583842362011-03-23T09:33:00.000-07:002012-01-09T14:57:41.390-08:00Dear Greg AndersonDear Greg Anderson,
Your stupid facial hair makes you look like a tool.
pic stolen from NY Daily News
From,
andreaAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-20480061170058511142011-03-21T09:37:00.000-07:002012-01-09T14:59:57.801-08:00An Open Letter to Silk Soy MilkDear Silk,
I like soy milk. Soy milk tasted good on cereal. Soy milk makes good hot chocolate.
I also like milk. Milk tastes good on cereal. Milk makes good hot chocolate.
Your newest ad campaign where you drive off into the middle of the country and try to convince people that soy milk is better than milk kind of pisses me off. Instead of trying to change the minds of people who rely on milk Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-32153085025361653482011-03-19T21:51:00.000-07:002012-01-09T14:58:17.486-08:00An Open Letter to StarbucksDear Starbucks,
Overall I think you have a good product. A grande brewed coffee in the morning sets a nice tone for the day. I hate the language you've created. For the longest time I would refuse to ask for a grande coffee in favor of asking for what it should be called, which is just a medium coffee, but then I realized I was confusing the cashier and holding up the line so I decided that at Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-82476102229206317782011-03-17T11:45:00.000-07:002012-01-09T15:01:44.773-08:00Dream last night - It's a Churchy dreamI had a fairly "churchy" upbringing and most of the lessons I've learned growing up have stuck with me through today and have been passed on to my children. Some lessons are more ingrained than others, but I can safely say that I am a product of my upbringing and old habits die hard. I went to a Lutheran school from 3rd grade to 9th grade. We went to church every Sunday. I went to youth group Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-20627982531293565382011-03-14T12:52:00.000-07:002011-03-14T12:52:07.675-07:00Eating #8I'm doing #8 on my list this month. Bring my own lunch to work for a month.
The purpose of this list item was to save a bit of money.
Lunch costs a lot of money in downtown San Francisco. Figure a trip to the salad bar at 7.99/lb or a sandwich at $6.99 plus a drink, plus some fruit to have later in the day. That totally adds up. It frequently adds up to be about $13 a day. Gee whiz, that's a Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-92077801500283345572011-03-13T12:47:00.000-07:002011-03-13T12:47:55.184-07:00Sometimes Haste Doesn't Make WasteI had a dream a few mornings ago. I should have written about it that day but I was so busy I couldn't sneak any time away to write. I have to remember that it's a bad idea to wait to write when dreams are concerned. A few mornings ago I had a dream that I was at a bar. It was really crowded. I was walking along the "employees only" side of the bar and I happened upon Tom Bosley. Tom Bosley had Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-41649461963932706032011-03-08T10:13:00.000-08:002011-03-08T10:13:50.330-08:00Yay 12!The Girl turned 12 over the weekend. Every year I tell her the story of her birth and then end it with "I can't believe I kept something alive for 12 years in a row."
The cliff notes version of her birth story involves a VW Rabbit getting stuck between an inbound and outbound L trains at Sunset, steamed toast, Ali Farka Toure, pre-eclampsia and the sweetest, bestest little girl, ever.
The GirlAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-65605319567651748682011-03-03T10:06:00.000-08:002011-03-03T10:07:02.316-08:00Where Did My Dreams Go?I've always had a pretty vivid dream life. I've always been able to recall the most minute detail, what color something was, how many buttons it had, what songs were sung, how something smelled.
Lately my dream life has been somewhat off kilter.
I've been waking up knowing I was just dreaming but unable to remember what it was, or even worse, been waking up not remembering any dreams. It's Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-52003214164429236222011-02-24T09:43:00.000-08:002011-02-24T09:43:51.893-08:00Where's my Stick? I Have a Dead Horse to Beat.If I had a secret blog that nobody knew about (hmm, isn't that called a diary?) I would write a post and I would call it "Where's my Stick? I have a Dead Horse to Beat."
Picture stolen from afurtiveglance.com
So, instead of going on a big rant, I'll just quote a line from Antigone by Sophocles, spoken by Tiresias.
"Nay, allow the claim of the dead; stab not the fallen; what prowess is it to Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-52594793089386955462011-02-14T10:54:00.000-08:002011-02-14T10:54:09.252-08:00Our day at the zoo.Yesterday I took the kids to the zoo to enjoy the beautiful day. Our journey started out fine enough. We walked our usual route, stopping off at Java Beach for a few sandwiches and some iced tea to bring to the zoo with us. I got my usual, chix salad on sliced sourdough which I shared with The Boy. The Girl got tuna on toast on slice sourdough. We were both a little bit disappointed that one Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-40883767800515672362011-02-06T18:11:00.000-08:002011-02-06T18:11:08.281-08:00This is my Back.I did it.
Here I am. Hot and Sweaty, but Happy.
And here are my results.
More observations on the race later.Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-85351112975836761342011-02-01T09:16:00.000-08:002011-02-01T09:16:11.095-08:005 days to 5K. 5 days to #35In 5 short days I'll be able to cross #35 off my list. I have to say, I'm very excited about it. There were a few weeks where I was a bit sick of training and maybe slacked off a little, but hooray for me, I completed my training, and come this Sunday I will run a 5K.
The great news is that I've already run a 5k. I did it last Sunday. Here's my route. I started at Sloat, at the beginning of the Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-9633910168118998362011-01-20T13:40:00.000-08:002011-01-20T13:40:53.386-08:00Celebrate Every Day at Pelican Bay!I went to the Fancy Food Show yesterday. I go every year and have a lot of fun. I'm one of "those" people who fill up on samples and free stuff to take home. This year was no exception. I came home with 500ml boxes of coconut water (yum), a big bag of salt water taffy, and various little samples of chocolates and salt.
Some of my favorite areas to visit at Fancy Food Show are the cheese aisles. IAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-45857653179669069622011-01-13T14:44:00.000-08:002011-01-13T14:44:22.894-08:00To Veg or Not to Veg. What a silly question.My friend Cliff once said "I base my diet on that of the Sasquatch. I eat what's available."
Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a vegetarian. However, if you know me you also know that I love vegetables, I probably eat more vegetables, pulses and beans, grains, etc. than I do meat, and I'm not afraid to try new food. There are some foods in which I would rather go the vegetarian / vegan Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-19392107259696425932011-01-05T14:53:00.000-08:002011-01-05T14:53:37.930-08:00You are NOT allowed to love my new purse!I slept really horribly last night. I feel like I didn't fall asleep until at least 3am. I probably fell asleep earlier, but I tossed and turned all night. I woke up feeling particularly sleepy and unwilling to leave my pillow and blankie. I had to go to work today so alas, I got my fat ass out of bed and went about my normal routine, a little more slowly than usual, but still, my normal routine.Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-12852600071491989352011-01-05T10:37:00.000-08:002011-01-05T10:39:41.132-08:00Thanks Mom!So one day I was playing around on the computer and thought I'd look around a bit to see whatever became of Queen Bee TV.
Queen Bee (Here real name was Rebecca) was the host of a public access TV show I used to watch every Monday at 9:30pm, without fail.
Hubby worked a bijillion hours a week and I often found myself searching for interesting stuff on TV after The Girl went to bed (The Boy wasn'tAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-32828663489780064402011-01-02T11:46:00.000-08:002011-01-02T11:46:39.431-08:00I'm not chickenOne of my gifts for Christmas this year was a box of Spicy Spices from Penzy's.
Last night we decided to have a little taste test with the spices, or at least some of them.
See, the gift box came with 8 different spices, but we only used three on the chicken; Vindaloo, Hot Curry Powder and 4/S. We didn't use Northwest Fire, Galena BBQ Rub or Hot Chili Powder because when I put them away after Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-62273892154184843672010-12-31T10:30:00.000-08:002010-12-31T10:30:30.130-08:00Grammarizing.Dream I had this morning.
I was riding the shuttle that takes me from my office to EMB. When I got off the shuttle I was informed that I was no longer allowed to ride it anymore because I had corrected someone's grammar a little too loudly and offended the wrong person.
Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-18360624767247451562010-12-27T16:17:00.000-08:002010-12-27T16:17:14.474-08:00On Gift Giving and ReceivingMy Philosophy on Gift Giving and Receiving
It's OK to re-use wrapping paper, bows, ribbons and gift bags - It's the responsible thing to do in this day and age; it saves a bit of money, it helps the planet by not using extra or unnecessary resources, and gosh darn it, some ribbons and bows are too pretty not to use again.
It's OK to make gifts for your loved ones, rather than buying something - Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-34557118579976538592010-12-20T10:15:00.000-08:002010-12-20T10:15:12.619-08:00Guest BloggingI did my very first guest blogging ever. My friend Anika asked me to write a story about Santa.
Here's what I sent her.
Hope you like it.
Be sure to check out her blogs here and here.Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-23491807043724008952010-12-17T11:17:00.000-08:002010-12-17T11:17:49.424-08:00Hula knew?: The Kaona of my Hula Siblings.In May of 2004, on the first night of hula class with Na Lei Hulu, Kumu said something that I think about often. I don't remember his exact words but he said, to a packed room that is now maybe a quarter of the size it was then, that if we stick it out, if we stay dancing with this group of people, we will become great friends with some of them, and the rest, although we may not be super close, Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-21403206590253696512010-12-13T10:08:00.000-08:002010-12-13T10:08:40.621-08:00Our Nativity Set
picture stolen from loose-as-a-moose.co.uk
When Hubby and I moved into our home about 13 years ago it was right before Christmas. My mother-in-law gave us some ornaments for the tree and an old nativity set. We put it up every year. Every year it looks a bit more weathered and it gets a little bit more broken, but we love it. MIL sometimes offers to replace bits and pieces of it, but we always Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-29309002964887924932010-12-13T09:53:00.000-08:002010-12-13T09:53:37.240-08:00My Favorite Christmas Song is "Dogs Barking Jingle Bells"We got our Christmas Tree yesterday. Yay! I love bringing up The Christmas Box from downstairs and going through it, greeting all of our ornaments we haven't seen in a year, putting up our Nativity Scene, untangling the lights.
We usually go to Home Depot to get our tree because it's cheaper than going to a Christmas Tree lot. This year we went to "Gu's Christmas Tree Lot" on Moraga at Great Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-4209905148277316172010-12-06T11:03:00.000-08:002010-12-06T11:03:21.755-08:00#30 and #39 done!This weekend I accomplished two things on my list.
#30 bake 2 parsnip cakes - one for me and one for Tina.
I know it seems I'm a little obsessed with this guy, but I really enjoy reading One Hungry Chef and trying out his recipes. A few months before my last birthday I found this recipe for a parsnip cake. It sounded interesting and the pictures on this guy's blog made the cake look really yummy.Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-16877329475560395432010-11-24T10:40:00.000-08:002010-11-24T10:40:39.088-08:00On Thanksgiving: some of us don't eat beef, some of us don't eat pork, but we all eat turkey!Does anyone equate Thanksgiving with Pilgrims and the Wampanoag Indians anymore? In my opinion, not really. Sure, we all know the Thanksgiving story, but that's not really why we gather on the 3rd Thursday of every November.
Thanksgiving has evolved into something different. It's turned into a day to be thankful for what you have, spend the day with your family and watch football. We eat a lot, Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-32565583267595693112010-11-21T13:47:00.000-08:002010-11-21T13:47:33.676-08:00Cross off #60 and #89I accomplished #60 from my list yesterday and #89 today.
#89 - Go through the drafts of blog posts I've made and either post them or delete them.Go through the drafts of blog posts I've made and either post them or delete them.
I culled a bunch of started but go-nowhere posts, and finished one that's been haunting me since September. There are no longer any unfinished posts on my blog. Yay.
Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-42793844869442906612010-11-21T13:17:00.000-08:002010-11-21T13:17:46.618-08:00Color TilesQuite some time ago I came across a blog called MerMag. The author posted about a project she made for one of her kids. I LOVED the idea.
I sent the post to my dad, made him read it and then instructed him to go to home depot to buy the supplies listed exactly as Ms. MerMag had described. Having the kind of dad I have (a good one), he bought the required wood and cut squares for me according toAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-79398781304437404622010-11-19T16:17:00.000-08:002010-11-19T16:17:42.545-08:00Conversation with a Salty BartenderThis afternoon I had to go to the restaurant on the bottom floor of my building and pay for a cheese platter for some thing-thing being held at my office today.
As it's 4pm, the restaurant was not yet open for dinner. Only the bar was open.
This is the interaction I had with a salty bartender and a drunk patron.
Salty Bartender: Can I help you young lady?
Me: Hi, I need to pay for a catering Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-62447794747212123352010-11-18T11:40:00.000-08:002010-11-18T11:40:21.740-08:00Creepy Dream
picture stolen from everyjoe.com
This morning I woke up with a bit of a tickle in my throat. I couldn't stop coughing.
Hubby and I set our own alarms. Mine was about to go off in a minute or so; his had yet to chime, beep or bakawk! I decided to make my way to the couch and finish my morning hitting-snooze-for-the-next-20-minutes routine.
I don't remember my dream during the last "Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-72074880123975069232010-11-13T15:24:00.000-08:002010-11-13T15:24:33.924-08:00Jelly CobblestonesThis morning Hubby and I took the Kiddies to Ocean Beach.
It was a really beautiful morning, but that was not the reason for our 9am stroll.
According to the Ocean Beach Bulletin, massive amounts of (probably) moon jellies had washed ashore. We had to see it. It was pretty cool. The largest jellies were about a foot in diameter. At some spots, the concentration was so rich the beach looked Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-46860480403591480182010-11-12T08:55:00.000-08:002010-11-12T08:55:23.960-08:00"I'm in a hole!"The Boy has taken a liking to crawling into my bed and then wiggling all the way down to the foot and yelling "I'm in a hole." Last week he did just that but instead of yelling his new favorite refrain he fell asleep. Hubby and The Girl spent a good 15 minutes looking for him one afternoon only to find him in his hole snoring away.
This new fascination with blankets, along with The Girl teachingAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-45350669923300487962010-11-11T15:51:00.000-08:002010-11-11T15:51:52.067-08:00Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-happy birthday!
Picture stolen from winebuzz.hk
Conversation this morning -
Coworker H - Andrea Andrea, it's Coworker N's birthday today. We have to do something for her.
Me - OK
Coworker H - We can go to (the restaurant in our building's complex) and get a cake and have some bubbles.
Me - OK
We feel bad that we forgot her birthday. I especially feel like a jerk-face because just over a month ago she Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-54529669239569388662010-11-02T16:03:00.000-07:002011-09-08T14:52:44.667-07:00101 Things in 1001 Days!I've been thinking about and working on my list this past weekend. I admit, around list item number 57 I got a little stuck and turned to our friend the google search to find other people who have taken the 101 things in 1001 days challenge, and took a peek at their lists. There were a lot of similarities in everyone's list; lose weight, get in shape, save money, visit far off lands, etc.
One Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-6541336188930756342010-10-29T15:09:00.000-07:002010-10-29T15:09:34.568-07:00A New List - coming soon.It's time to create a new list. I enjoyed having the old list of 50.5 things in 505 days. I didn't do everything on the list. Some of the things I didn't do because after putting them to print I realized that they were stupid, or I was just too lazy to do it. Some of the things on my list were a lot of fun and I would totally do them again.
Here's my old list.
The items in bold type are the Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-44089166017793089502010-10-02T14:23:00.000-07:002010-10-02T14:24:28.304-07:00Hula For The CureLast weekend some of my Hula Brothers and Sisters and I danced at the SGK Run in San Francisco. It was a beautiful day and a lot of fun. Here's a video that Hubby took.Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-13671182060000786112010-09-24T09:45:00.000-07:002010-09-24T09:48:29.986-07:00What Calms the Crazy Boy? Dinner and a MovieShow me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
it's gone straight to my head
Where ever I may roam
On land or sea or foam
You will always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home
picture stolen from nomorebrains.co.uk
hooray for orange powder, milk and butter
Every night when I get home from work, just after I've Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-9540308150251645592010-09-20T14:28:00.000-07:002010-09-20T14:30:24.633-07:00On PurposeI live in San Francisco on purpose. Here's one of the reasons why.
The Unseen Sea from Simon Christen on Vimeo.
The music is kinda cheezy, but the video is beautiful.Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-21306572970785875682010-09-01T11:46:00.000-07:002010-09-01T11:46:14.277-07:00Freshly Squeezed. Ready for 40.Once upon a time, when I was about 3 or 4 years old my mom and I were driving in the car. I was in the front seat, without my seat belt (because nobody in 1974 used seat belts and kids rode in the front seat all the time) rummaging around the stuff that was under the seat and on the floor. I found a medical book. It was some weird cartoon book of the female anatomy. It had cartoon diagrams of Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-21083331028800155012010-08-30T20:44:00.000-07:002010-08-30T20:44:34.018-07:00In which my super cute and smart boy tries to say "W" and almost breaks my nose.Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-45642614353456812992010-08-27T13:06:00.000-07:002010-08-27T13:06:59.432-07:00The "I Heart Your Blog" AwardI won an award! How cool is that? My very first award for my blog. I've always wanted one. Now I have one.
This was bestowed upon me by my friend and fellow blogger Anika. She has a few blogs that you should check out. One is Pasando - in which Anika shares her amazing photographs art. She also is quick to feature her favorite pieces from etsy and her favorite blogs / artists / stuff. Another Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-27155745715116031452010-08-12T16:07:00.000-07:002010-08-12T16:07:12.251-07:00Ew, Edward! Now I'm going to have that taste in my mouth for a week!I told my coworker today about this weird meal my mom used to make us eat when we were kids. I remember not only liking it, but liking it a lot and being really happy when she made it. Today I can't imagine putting a spoonful of this in my mouth. It probably won't taste as yummy anymore and would need to be washed down with a bottle of Siracha.
Here's the recipe.
Take a pound of ground beef outAndrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442750517364646563.post-46247100710542645112010-08-07T12:55:00.000-07:002010-08-07T12:55:44.759-07:00Lotsa Helping Hands In a PinchThere's a kid in The Girl's class who has cancer. We learned about it over a year ago, towards the end of the school year. All throughout the next school year, the school and the employer of the kid's dad banded together and formed a community. All throughout the school we took turns making meals, sending good wishes, planning fundraisers, etc. We received updates from the kid's family via a Andrea Pretehttps://profiles.google.com/109379088892247881251noreply@blogger.com0