It's In the Stars

From the SF Guardian's hororscope this week: Sag, you look frustrated to the point of wanting to give up. Though it’s admirable to set up a lemonade stand when the cosmos dumps a bunch of lemons on you, sometimes a person’s got to cry, because they didn’t get the fruit they were hoping for. It’s OK to have a cry before setting up shop.

Today a co-worker found this little bit to add to it: If life hands you lemons, you should make lemonade...and then try to find someone whose life has handed them vodka.

And this is so true for me. I am always trying to find the lessons in life's challanges, to show gratitude for what I have instead of disappointment for what I didn't get, but damn it, this week I'm gettin' drunk!!

I've always been fairly confident that I'm going to go insane. Not crippling, send me to a loony-bin, bona fide crazy; more like a heartbreak induced nervous breakdown causing me to call everyone snoopy and wear my slippers in public but still, Reese as the eccentric old woman on the block is how I see myself in the future. I say eccentric because I will, of course, be wealthy.

For example: Today in the office I heard someone "pssst" at me. I turned around but nobody was there. I heard it again, "pssst". I stood on my tiptoes and peeked over the cubicle wall and again, not a soul. Naturally I assumed the dementia was setting in and continued my work, noting when I heard the "pssst", but not wasting any more energy looking for the source. It wasn't until about an hour before I was leaving the office that I realized it was my left wrist with its bands of bangles grazing my desktop that was causing the sound. Cuckoo!

Snakes on a Plane!

I thought I had posted these pix way back in August but I just found them saved as a draft.


Snakes in Amy's mouth!

Brett arrives for back-up

I lamost got kicked out for taking this shot

San Franciscans love an excuse to dress up

I found this costume the very next day!

Snakes everywhere!

It's not what you say, but how you say it.

Reese speaks up in the big corporate meeting, slamming her fist on the table for emphasis. "I think we should putting more resources into sediment interactive applications! And who can give me a straight answer regarding the bundle dendritic peripheries"?! Thunderous applause from everyone and whispers sweep the room, "She's absolutely right"! and "That girl's going places"!

Sound important and create your own bullshit here.

12 more days!

I know I'm supposed to be in the moment, but can you blame me for counting down the days until I get to stay here?!
Here is a list of perks I'll enjoy, as well as a few indulging spa treatments!

*Self-guided VIP tour of the local Pacific Star Winery, perched on one of the most spectacular ocean bluffs in the world.
*2 nights in a luxury suite with wood-burning fireplace, scenic vistas, fully stocked honor bar, Temper-Pedic sleep system, and much more!
*Soak in a private hot tub nestled along the canyon rim, while watching the sunset over the Pacific Ocean, with complimentary Navarro Chardonnay chilled on ice waiting for you there.
*Wake each morning to a gourmet lavish breakfast served in our award winning dining room.
*Complimentary Wireless Internet throughout resort
*FREE long-distance
*Cable TV with HBO
*Long-Range Cordless Phone & 2-Line Desk Speakerphone
*Free Laptop for use during stay
*Free Digital Camera for use during stay
*Premium Spa Amenities by Hermes, Paris.
*Plush Chenille Logo Spa Robes for use during stay

I've decided

this city is too fucking small.

I heart the 80's

Saturday I was invited to an 80's party, and since I was extremely hung over from the night before, I decided I would take a disco nap, don ye old Madonna garb and be done with it. My friend who invited me said she would send me the evite with all the details so just before I laid down I looked at the email and saw the disclaimer: Madonna is Uninvited! Well I couldn't very well show up to a gay man's 'Dress as your favorite female from the 80's' party and come as the one icon he specifically requested I not! So with three hours before stores closed I headed into SF on a mission, and gathered enough materials for a simple and sweet version of the one female from the 80's who I believe had it goin' on! Check out pix here.

I found this video so funny, I peed a little.

What does it say about your day when you're humming "Blame it on the rain" before 10am?