just donna

no longer bittersweet. no more wishing the weekend wasn't over. no more setting an alarm. now, sunday nights are just sweet! good night.

we had an hour and a half drive ahead of us to get to the wedding so matt and i tried to amuse ourselves along the way. when we got to the carquinez bridge, which looks like a mini bay bridge with a mini golden gate bridge right next to it...

we paid with quarters...

then we had to stop a few blocks from the church so i could change from my "car ride outfit" into the dress i was actually going to wear. so matt pulled over here...

before:

after:

i an attempt to one up yesterday's wild commute story...

after i got off the N judah this morning i headed up the escalator and decided i needed something yummy from pete's. i stopped and ordered just that. then i headed to the second escalator. while walking up the left hand side something incredible happened.

i fell. yes, i fell up the escalator in true donna fashion. in my defense, i am 5'11" and have a size 8 foot. i was born to be clumsy.

here's some proof:

my poor urban flip-flop...

this actually happened through my jean's pant leg...

but no worries, i saved my delicious beverage...

like most days, i hopped on the N judah this morning. there was a 70ish year old woman sitting in the first seat. i stood in front of her, holding onto the hand rail. other than her kramer like hair-do. she seemed pretty normal. until this happened..

she started screaming "NOOOO!". i looked around, trying to see what she was yelling about. then i realized - it was me! she pushed her huge old lady glasses down and started glaring at my shoes. then she dug into her mary poppins carpet bag, similar to this one (however, i am sure she paid much less) and took out some sort of scripture like book. there was dirty masking tape on it, taped in place to represent a religious symbol. she was waving it at me, calling me the devil. then she kicked me. that's right, she kicked my shins and began stomping on my feet! i was in such shock i couldn't even tell her to stop. i looked down at myself, thinking i must had forgotten to put pants on before leaving the house. thankfully, that was not the case. clearly, she was insane. she must have hated my shoes...

and honestly, i don't think i really look like a devil. do i?

i woke up this morning at 6am coughing my head off. i opened my eyes and thought "what the eff? why can't i see?" it took me a second to wake up and realize my room was covered with black smoke!! i ran, tripping up the stairs to my kids room. i said loudly, to wake them "FIRE!" caitlin jumped out of bed and quickly helped me get her brother up. i swear my son is harder to wake up than a hung over teenager! we quickly ran downstairs while i called 911. we watched from the sidewalk as they put the fire out. we are all fine and safe now, but WOW! that was a scary way to wake up!

i often feel like i am living in an episode of the twilight zone!

sometimes it seems as though the city i live in is the only one that exists in the world, like in this episode. and i have definitely been to my fair share of dinner parties that went from nice and friendly to uncomfortably awkward real quick, similar to the story line of this episode. i could go on and on, but all i have to say is...

welcome to the twilight zone!

ok, so i have lived here all my life (minus the few years i lived in surrounding areas, which you might learn more about later). when i was growing up, i couldn't wait to start driving. at 17, when i bought my first car, i just about died and went to heaven! until recently, i thought having a car was a total necessity, an absolute must. maybe this was due to the trauma i endured from taking muni everywhere in my teen years. but honestly, i live in a prime location and work downtown. last night i had to ask myself "are the parking costs, insurance rates and registration fees really worth the driving i do only on the weekends?" and the answer i came up with was NO! so this morning i signed my car over and for the first time in nearly 10 years, i don't own a car! but as a memorial to the car that has served me well for the past few years, here is one last pic...

i'm a greek/irish san franciscan. i was born and raised here and no matter where i've gone, i always return (sometimes for all the wrong reasons). i love the 49ers and the giants even more! i hate it when people say they are from sf and i ask "where?" just to have them answer "san bruno" meaning, "i lied, i'm not really from sf!" i think there is a difference between sf public school kids and sf private school kids. SH is not the school you go to if you can't get into SI (even though that is what cherries will tell you). i think coke tastes better out of a straw. i don't think tatiana deserved to get shot. if you taunt a tiger, you deserve what you get! i think bush could be better, but he could be worse. i think i can be connected to anyone that grew up in the city with 6 degrees of separation. i think milano's is better than pasquale's. and i think lots more, but you'll find out all about that as i write more!