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Cuz we're hittin' the road again. You can find me at: http://abbesroad.wordpress.com/. Come quick, before you miss something. Continue reading
Posted Oct 26, 2010 at Abbe's Road
I go to this great place for an exercise bootcamp. I really love it, even though it was the site of the accident that broke my ankle and put me out of commission for almost 7 months. As an alternative to a gym membership, it does not compare. I don't have to worry about finding the motivation to push myself at this place. I've got a room full of hardcore folks exercising with me that motivate me - mostly because I don't want to look like an ass. The workouts every day are different, and the trainers work muscles on... Continue reading
Posted Sep 20, 2010 at Abbe's Road
I've deliberated it for a few weeks now. Tonight, I decided WTF. Just frickin go. So I'll be flying to New York in October to attend my 20 year high school reunion. Seriously? I am old as dirt. My biggest concern is that I'll be disappointed. That the friends with whom I want to make plans outside of the reunion will flake on me, and I'll feel....Hmmm. What will I feel? Neglected? Seems like an odd choice of feeling. Uncool? Nah. Just disappointed. Disappointed in friendships that I often wish were a bigger part of my life but just aren't.... Continue reading
Posted Sep 16, 2010 at Abbe's Road
Below is my last journal entry from my short-lived stint at Shoreline Ampitheater. I remember it to this day. I was traumatized. It was a long, hot day, and there were several instances of big fights and shouts of, ‘He’s got a gun!’ Groups stormed the gates at least two times. We heard stories of gunplay on the lawn inside and that hoodlums inside were causing a ruckus in order to draw security away from the gates so their friends could storm the gates. Pretty well coordinated for a bunch of hoods. Minimum wage was the pay. Worth fear of... Continue reading
Posted Aug 19, 2010 at Abbe's Road
I've been struggling recently with blog topics. That is, the things I want to write about are not fit for mass (yeah, all 5) consumption. And, I like to tweet about my blog posts so MAYBE someone besides my sister (hi Robin!) will read them.But (and yes, it's a big BUTT, thank you very much), I had my Twitter feed on my online resume and connected with professional contacts, and I don't like to mix business with pleasure.To resolve this, I changed my main Twitter feed profile and then snatched up @abbesroad again. And I'll have to start over there, again.But hopefully this will give me the separation I need. If not, I need another idea. And by the way, what is WITH this free Typepad platform?! Seriously. Continue reading
Posted Aug 13, 2010 at Abbe's Road
You know the girl I'm talking about. You've seen her. Driving alone. Elbow resting up by the window. Hand holding her forehead. She's crying. Driving alone in her car and crying. Wow, you think. Things must be pretty bad for her that she can't even make it home before losing it. Pitiful. Probably boyfriend trouble. Speeding ticket. Or maybe she had a miscarriage. I don't know. I'm just saying. It's possible. Continue reading
Posted Jul 10, 2010 at Abbe's Road
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Concert: Coldplay Date: Friday, August 19 My call time: 5 p.m. Doors open: 6 p.m. Departure time: 11:30 p.m. My position: lower concourse, checking tickets for the paid seats It was Coldplay. Really, was there any fear? Nah. This concert was sold out but pretty mellow. We had the token drunk yuppies, but most of them were friendly. I was glad I didn’t have to pay money to hear the band because there wasn’t much difference from listening to them real loud on the radio at home. They played their songs as is. But the crowd kept going wild and... Continue reading
Posted May 28, 2010 at Abbe's Road
When I first moved to the Bay Area, I was the nanny for my 3-month-old niece. It was a swap with my sister. I get to live in the Bay Area for free, and she gets a nanny without pay. Not sure who got the better end of that bargain. Regardless, I did it for about 7 months. During that time, I started getting a little stir crazy and sought out a job for some nights and weekends. Did I find one? Oh, did I ever! Yowza. I joined the many, the proud, the elite at Shoreline Ampitheatre in Mountain... Continue reading
Posted May 13, 2010 at Abbe's Road
No promises, but this is the second part and most likely last piece of poetry I'll publish here. (Note: that doesn't include goofy odes to my husband or a pet or something silly like that.) I listen for the rain that most surely will start again And as I lie here alone in the darkness I try to imagine what it was like laying in your arms looking up at the sky and watching the rain collect on the glass above our vulnerable faces. Feeling the wave and the motion of a water who held us in her soul at... Continue reading
Posted May 4, 2010 at Abbe's Road
I never fancied myself a poet, a young Shakespeare or as someone who would ever contribute great literature to the world. However, there have been times in my life that a moment or two has captured my mind in such a way that poetry came from my fingertips. And even those few times, I rarely saved anything I'd written. Except for a couple... A Rainy Day I hear the rain fall on the roof. I close my eyes and try to imagine... the feel of the drops on my face, down my back, through my hair. And I strain to... Continue reading
Posted May 3, 2010 at Abbe's Road
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I recently went to a Thom Yorke (lead singer of Radiohead) and Atoms of Peace (his side project) concert at the very cool Fox Theatre in Oakland. My phone pictures aren't very good, but somewhat capture the unique interior. Continue reading
Posted Apr 27, 2010 at Abbe's Road
Why yes, I do, thanks for asking. Well, I did. For a long while. But now I'm married. And really? I owe a lot of thanks to Skype. Without it, I'd probably not be married. Because how long can a transcontinental love affair last in this day and age without worry of huge phone bills and insufficient communication? So, thank you, Skype. I mean it. And if you ever need a poster couple, give us a call, and we'll talk. I mean, we'll Skype. I digress. "Do you Skype your love?" was the HARO media query I saw, and I... Continue reading
Posted Apr 16, 2010 at Abbe's Road
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Monday was a double banner day. Because it was the day my doctor declared, no more air cast. OK, she didn't actually declare anything, but she did cheer and laugh along with me. And I'll take that. And then, as if the day could have been any better...the hematologist approved me stopping my daily dose of coumadin blood thinner / rat poison. I'm not being overly dramatic. Coumadin was initially developed as a rat poison. Lo and behold, scientists found it had other uses. So I've literally been ingesting rat poison for 3 months. And I'm one of the fortunate... Continue reading
Posted Apr 8, 2010 at Abbe's Road
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Today was a lovely, lazy, rainy Sunday. I stayed in bed a little too long, barely got out of my pajamas and organized some paperwork so I could file away my 2009 tax return papers. I came across some random tidbits that got my mind flashing back and thinking about how I got here. If the day ever comes that I write a book from my story, I already have the title in mind. Or at the very least, a chapter title. For now, I'll keep it as my little secret. My story's been a little interesting, but it became... Continue reading
Posted Apr 4, 2010 at Abbe's Road
Ugh! Free typepad is killing me softly. It won't let me add any features or widgets. Instead, I have to post this Feedburner link as a post, which is ridiculous, but I don't know what else to do with it. And what next? Do I have to repost this monthly or something? I need to find a better solutionMeanwhile, if you are interested in receiving emails everytime I post something new to Abbe's Road, enter your email address below and follow the simple steps. Thanks. Enter your email address: Delivered by FeedBurner Continue reading
Posted Apr 1, 2010 at Abbe's Road
My motivation to push myself in physical therapy and to get this broken ankle healed STAT is, of course, a sweet pair of shoes. They are purple wedges with a peekaboo toe and they are already in my closet, as of yesterday. I really hope I get to wear them soon. Continue reading
Posted Mar 24, 2010 at Abbe's Road
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Ankle recovery is slow going, but going. I am doing physical therapy twice weekly. Because of a fancy treadmill, I'm able to feel like I can walk (almost) normally. And I love it! I'd get one of these at home, if I could. I zip into the machine, and it fills with air. The air compensates for whatever percentage of my body weight we set it for. With less weight on my bad ankle, I can walk. I can really walk. I'm a real girl. I feel like Pinochio...only much more high-tech. (No, that's not me in the photo below.) Continue reading
Posted Mar 22, 2010 at Abbe's Road
Last night I dreamt like a dog. Running in my sleep. I wasn't running through a field chasing rabbits in my dream. That would have been a welcome alternative. My dream included me running - with my still-broken ankle and in my air cast - to keep up with my whole family trying to get somewhere. We were rushing through a crowd until suddently, they all started running in front of me. If I didn't keep up, I would have lost sight of them. In my dream, this would have been a bad thing. In real life, not so much.... Continue reading
Posted Mar 3, 2010 at Abbe's Road
A handful of times each week, someone sends me a link to a web site, a video or some other distraction with instructions to 'Watch this. It'll crack you up." And I say...really? Really?! Is a video of people doing a full choreographed dance at a random wedding somewhere really going to make me crack up? If you can you crack up from boredom, then yes. Otherwise, meh. Is an image of a cat with the text 'I can haz...[insert whatever here]' going to make me laugh until tears run down my face. We're being swindled. Those things aren't funny.... Continue reading
Posted Feb 26, 2010 at Abbe's Road
Playing in a hotel room with my not-quite-4-year-old niece. I’m getting ready to shower and am being silly throwing my clothes around the room. She has a finger on her belly button. [Important Note: She has a very special relationship with her belly button (aka button) and likes to hold it and stick her finger in it, especially when she’s tired.] Little one: Take off your shirt! Me: What? LO: Take off your shirt! I want to see your belly button. Me: You don’t want to see my belly. LO: YES I DO! Me: No one wants to see my... Continue reading
Posted Feb 3, 2010 at Abbe's Road
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I had written that blog post title on May 23, 2008, but never wrote more. She was gone by then. Taken way, way too early by a horrendous disease that slowly forced her body to shut down and stop functioning. Tami had Lou Gehrig's Disease, also called ALS. Call it what you will, but it is one of the most horrifying, frightening things I have ever seen. I cannot fathom, by any stretch of the imagination, how Tami managed to keep smiling and joking and reassuring her husband and two children - a beautiful girl and sweet boy with Down's... Continue reading
Posted Feb 2, 2010 at Abbe's Road
I wanted to start this blog years ago. For the past few years. every time I've gone through something heavy or otherwise traumatic, I've pondered the blog. I'm still not sure if it's because writing about a problem helps me work through it OR if I think what I have to say is funnier and/or more compelling than others. Turns out, what finally got me to blog was....free time. And now, the difficult events of today don't seem to be all that interesting. Funny that way, innit. I discussed my blog ideas with my sister's friend Tami who became my... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2010 at Abbe's Road
Today was not a good day. We awoke to sounds of the rain and strong winds lashing the apartment windows. 8:37am bam. Power out. We gradually got out of bed and got dressed for yet another doctor's appointment. High winds and rain pounded the building. Call #1: General Practitioner: INR levels still too low; not sure why; up coumadin intake. Appointment #1: ankle recheck. Summary: Healing well, still not fused together; stay off it. Appointment #2: dentist. Summary: was able to hold on to most of my very thin blood. Back home. No power. It's cold. Ants (or maybe termites?)... Continue reading
Posted Jan 20, 2010 at Abbe's Road
Is there a puppeteer somewhere up in the clouds pushing buttons to make things go wrong with my body? I mean, I'm not lost like the man in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, but I have bruises that randomly appear, periodic muscle cramps, and I'm fearful of flossing my teeth. It all started with an innocent, unlucky broken ankle. I did just what the doctor ordered: rest, ice, elevate. When I started to feel severe pain in my calf, I figured it was muscle pain from being tense and compensating for the injury. My podiatric surgeon said that could... Continue reading
Posted Jan 20, 2010 at Abbe's Road