Bad Decisions, a.k.a. Weekend Fun Stuff

This weekend I was silly enough to think I could go out and have fun without repercussions. And by repercussions, I mean finding out that replacing sleep with doing fun things doesn’t mean getting less sleep makes it more fun. It just means I have fun, then I’m tired and miserable for the next 48 hours. I’m a peach to hang around these days, I tell you what.

Friday night my friend scored us tickets to see a comedy show as part of SF Sketchfest. Janeane Garofalo was one of the featured comedians, so I was pumped to see a real, live movie celebrity on stage making jokes. The show was fantastic, and I tried to not be dismayed by the fact that it didn’t start until 10:30 pm. We didn’t get home until 2am, where I slept for about 30 minutes before Buttercup commenced the all-night feed-a-thon. That’s okay, it was Saturday so I got to “sleep in” until 10 am. And by “sleep in” I mean go back to bed in between baby feedings. Which isn’t real sleep, it’s more like laying there waiting for the next fit of small baby rage to get me out of bed again.

Then Saturday afternoon we went to opening day for SF Beer Week. What better way to cure a night of lousy sleep than day drinking?

The forecast was for no rain, but rain found us anyway. I’m glad I thought to stash a couple of umbrellas in the stroller just in case.



I had some delicious IPAs. I’ve decided that I’m a true Californian now because I finally like IPAs (Indian Pale Ale for you non-beer drinkers out there). I was always put off by the bitter hoppiness, but the taste has grown on me.



I also had the world’s worst BLT. I’m sorry to call it that. The toppings were okay, but the ginormous stale roll just killed it for me. I ended up eating the toppings and tossing the bread.



I don’t know what happened, but Sunday night I absolutely could not sleep and finally passed out I think around 3:30 am. So that’s two late nights in a row. By Sunday I was pretty wrecked.

Sunday afternoon, after I desperately tried to sleep in but gave up around 9:30, we looked at a few more open houses (still house hunting; I’ll be impressed if we find something in under 12 months of looking) and I tried my best to nap. Then Hulk made ribs and we watched the new season of  “Archer.” So this weekend was all about bad decisions, good beer, and “You think you can do these things but you just can’t, Nemo” type activities.

When is day drinking ever a good idea? I think the answer is “always” before you start, and “never” when you want to go to bed at 5 pm.

Make it a great day!

Back-to-Bed Kind of Day

It’s raining!


So glad I didn’t bike into work today.

This kind of weather always makes me want to crawl back in bed. But I had to rely on the next best thing.


A hot cup of coffee with a side of biscotti is almost a substitute for bed. Almost.

Buttercup was all smiles the other morning.


We have finally settled on a satisfactory nickname for Mercedes! Squish’s real name is Jared, but when she met him my sister pulled out the line from Finding Nemo, “I will call him Squishy. And he will be mine. And he will be my Squishy,” and it stuck. Because, you know, he’s squishy. But we hadn’t settled on a good nickname for Mercedes yet. I have been calling her “Cream Puff,” because she’s so fat yet fluffy, but didn’t think that would stick long term. Then the other night Hulk was holding her while we were eating dinner, and he dribbled some melted butter on her head. We didn’t notice at first, then later on while I was holding her I noticed that she absolutely reeked of butter. We started joking that she’s turning into butter, then a very appropriate nickname formed … Buttercup! So she is now known as Buttercup, except for when I call her Cream Puff. So, I apparently make fat babies.


“Why have you not yet commenced the feeding?”

Make it a great day.

Workout Updates, Complete With Baby Pictures!

So, since my last post was kind of a downer, I’ll do my best to keep this one a bit more uppetty. And if that doesn’t work, there’s always cute baby pics!


I keep meaning to get all caught up where I’m at these days with the eating and the exercising and the putting words together into sentences, but it’s been too long and I don’t really know where to start, so I’ll just talk about a bunch of random, sort of related things.

A couple weeks ago I went to a squat clinic at SF Iron, sponsored by the Women Who Lift Weights meetup group. You may have heard me talk about the Spitfire Athlete app. The girls who developed it run the meetup group, and I had the opportunity to go and brush up on my squat technique. It was super fun and I learned quite a bit about how magical the squat is, and what I’ve been doing wrong with my squats. I did powerlifting for a semester back in college, and it turns out I have been doing it “wrong” all of these years by not going down far enough. Huh. Anyway, it was a great group, and they’re doing another clinic on the bench press this Saturday I’m looking forward to. If you’re in the SF area and interested, the details are on this meetup page. There are more events to come, including a strength clinic for runners.

In other not-baby news, my apartment gym is getting renovated soon, so they are offering residence free passes to the Equinox gym at the Four Seasons. I know, fancy, right? I’ve never been to that gym before, but I’ve heard lots of good things about Equinox and maybe they’ll have a real squat rack! And classes! The only downside is that instead of just going downstairs to work out, I have to go down the block and across the street, which might as well be ten miles for what it takes for me to actually get away from the kids and get to the gym these days. I get maybe a half hour to work out, and now I need to budget in transit time to my workout. Maybe I should just run to the gym and get there faster, warm-up included?

Random baby pic, because I don’t have any real pictures to go with this post.


Unimpressed, I know.

Make it a great day!