My mom and stepdad have said that if I move to SF, they're following me.

Tell them to go to Santa Barbara, and you stay in SF and live in a neat little place on the Castro or summat. The important thing here is you in SF.

The important thing here is you in SF.

See? We're all in agreement.

The important thing this morning while actually in SF, is the image of juliana rolling around in a Stitch-ball of frustration.

Are you planning to have kids sometime in that span, LJ? Sic them on grandpa and see what happens.

I am sort of hoping this is what happens. They would be the only grandparents in this time zone, and they're both great with little kids, so I would like them to be closer for my theoretical future children. Even if they do drive me crazy. (The parents, not the kids.)

you do know that we'll have to get together when you visit Patrick's folks, right?

Of course! It will be a nice escape. And I want to see you again before you move, too.

juliana rolling around in a Stitch-ball of frustration.

Careful, or I'll roll my way over to SF and rampage through with a Hawai'ian hula girl lamp as lighting and then steal everyone's left shoe.

Careful, or I'll roll my way over to SF and rampage through with a Hawai'ian hula girl lamp as lighting and then steal everyone's left shoe.

I...well, that's kind of what I was hoping for. See, I'm already very entertained by this thought. Plus juliana in SF? Plus. Big plus.

So ... a little venting.

Yesterday was very tireing....

I woke up in the middle of the night after dreaming about crocidiles that were mutating into monsters , with a monster headache. ( allergies)

spent the am trying to get my body under control so that I could go to work. To talk to an independent concil that is investing a wrongful termination case. Then I get to come home and go to a meeting with a bunch of neighbors that are concerned about some of the problems in the neighborhood. Some are legitimate- there is drug dealing, public drunkenness, gang tagging. But concerns that the homeless people are looking at you when you go to the park...d'uh. you wouldn't even notice if they were clean and well dressed. I didn't sleep well last night because of the extream fears people have ( honestly, most of the homeless would be down for the count if you hit them sorta hard with your elbow) . And what did I do this morning... go to the cafe. Yes, I really wanted coffee. But I knew the subject was going to come up again and make me mad again....

I think my mom still secretly beleives we'll all come back and live near her, although we're all in our 40s now and it will NEVER HAPPEN.

Heh. I live within an hour and a half of my folks, and they're hoping I'll move somewhere cool. 'Cause then they can come visit me and explore said cool place from my apartment. Although I still get the impression that they'll be expecting me to come home from, say, Victoria BC and change their airfilters every four months.

Life's full of disappointments.

That's tough, beth. Other people's fears are hard to deal with. I hope you're feeling better.

I don't like living as far away from my family as I do, not to mention that I'd rather live in California than Louisiana. My MiL will probably follow us if/when we move., unless the guy she's dating gets a whole lot more serious.

Life's full of disappointments.

"Who are you?"
"No one of consequence."
"I must know."
"Get used to disappointment."

I love that movie, P-C!