Nesting, Grad School, Student Teaching, Work, and Nesting

I’ve been so swamped recently! I started the Single-Subject Credential/Masters Program for English Education last week, and I have just been going, going, going ever since! I am trying (unsuccessfully) to balance a social life with proper study time and still get everything done.

Yesterday, I shut down the social aspect and buckled down to get some work done. I found a few more boxes of books that I had packed in our “Harry Potter Closet”, and decided to unpack and alphabetize my books. 

As an English major in college, and an English teacher now, my books range from text books to picture books to 8th grade books to the 50 Shades of Grey books. I have it all. And I am PROUD of my personal library. Here’s a picture of what it looks like all done!

I have added some minor improvements, along with a rearrangement of my room, and I hope to post that soon, too!



My Incorrigible Addiction to Vintage Prints

Being able to decorate this apartment with my own decor has truly allowed my addiction to vintage prints to rear its ugly head. I have always found vintage photos to be fascinating, and I love going to the Cliff House to see all of the vintage photos they have of San Francisco.

Through tedious hours spent on Craigslist and eBay, I have found some amazing prints that I can’t wait to line my walls with!


United Air Lines vintage promotion poster #1 ($11.79 on eBay)


American Airlines vintage promotion print ($11.79 on eBay)


United Airlines vintage promotion print #2 ($11.79 on eBay)

With those three, I plan to line our hallway with them.

The next two I have yet to find a home for yet, although my roommate thinks that we have too many Golden Gate pictures. I said “Since you can see the Golden Gate from our roof, I don’t think we can ever get enough Golden Gate pictures.” Ammaright?!


Vintage print of the Golden Gate Bridge being built ($20 on Craigslist)


Vintage print of the Peninsula Cable Car system ($20 on Craigslist [and a personal favorite of mine since I grew up on the Peninsula]).

Those are the most recent ones I’ve bought, although they’re large (12″x24″ ish), and I want to have them nicely framed, first. I have a feeling they’re going to flank our television in the living room.

These are the first vintage prints I bought, and the woman from which I bought them was pleased as punch to hear that they would be making a new home in Nob Hill, which was the location of their origin.


This is mid-changing the frames: the brown frames were the ones that came with, and these $8 IKEA frames are what I replaced them with.

Here are the photos individually:


View from Nob Hill post-1906 earthquake looking North towards a barren Alcatraz Island (I believe – it may also be Treasure Island prior to the Bay Bridge). ($4 on Craigslist – $20 for a set of 5).


Picture looking towards Civic Center from Nob Hill post-1906 earthquake. ($4 on Craigslist – $20 for a set of 5).

Both of these photos have found a home in our restroom, and was initially going to be the only set of black-and-white vintage prints I was going to get, until I fell in love/addiction/obsession. Our bathroom is black white, and grey themed, so these balance out the blank wall we have perfectly.


While musing through this post, I may put one, if not both, of the other black and white prints over our spacious wall above the never-used bathtub. (Really, who uses bathtubs anymore. They’re not fun past age 6, they’re never relaxing like the movies portray, they’re basically allowing you to soak in your own sweat from the day, and they never leave you feeling clean.)

Tangent – sorry. I love the way that these prints look, and I think they add a truly “San Francisco” vibe to our beautiful apartment.

Nob Hill Parking

So when I was starting to look into the parking situation in Nob Hill, I was gravely disappointed in finding NOTHING in the way of a 4-door Sedan. My building is old, and was made post the 1906 earthquake, so there was no garage ever installed. That lead to my conundrum of what to do with my car situation. My first love, my Mazda3, was creeping up on 100,000 miles, and I knew I had a decision to make. Invest in replacing all of her parts and spending a heinous amount of money in parking each month, or invest in one of the new niche brands of cars: the Smart car of the Scion IQ.

To avoid these prices, I decided to upgrade:


After some research, I decided on the Scion IQ, becuase A) It’s bigger, and B) It’s bigger. Reason A is because it can fit all of the hoarding shit that I generally carry in my vehicle, and Reason B is because it technically fits 4. I mean, that’s a generous interpretation, but it can fit 3. So I said goodbye to my first vehicular love, and moved on.


(My homage to my old car, Tila).

So I moved on, and I bought Chuck – Charlie – Charles – named for alliteration to the word “chode”. I can’t get over how tiny these cars are, and it was almost embarrassing having gone from a vehicle whose tagline is “Zoom Zoom” to a baby Scion.

I went, and am still going through, steadfast mockery surrounding my little car. Some of my favorites are:

“I could put a handle on that car and carry it up the stairs!”

“I think that I could actually fit your car in the bed of my truck.”

and the best one …

“I mean, if you get hit, you’re for sure dead.”

Thanks for the ominous death suggestion. Great.

So after moving to Nob Hill, I can graciously say that I will bear the burden of sass every damn day because I am a parking genie.

When I have a particularly awesome parking day, I take a picture. And I’ll share the top two with you. I appreciate my car every single time I drive home, because there are mini spots, either on the end of a street where cars have rudely taken up more than their fair share, or in between other driveways, where it’s only the smart cars, and the motorcycles to compete with.



The parking here can sometimes be crazy, but thankfully, this car has already paid itself off in the avoided parking garage fees I’d be shelling out had I kept my Mazda.

Thank you, Scion and Smart, for creating a vehicle that’s perfect for big cities and their limited parking. 

Our New Neighbor

Construction is still being done in my apartment building, so I thought nothing of it when I saw a bundled moving blanket and a solitary sock on the front porch this morning when I left for class.

When I got home, I was chatting up our contracting team, who asked me “Hey, did you meet your new neighbor this morning?”

My confused look led them into a fit of giggles, to which they responded “come with us.”

I went down to the front porch, and was pointed to the less than savory aspects of my “new neighbor”. The blanket and the sock had covered up the crack-stained, burnt pieces of foil that littered our front porch. They then proceeded to inform me that “under that piece of newspaper over there is the shit that he took this morning. Congratulations, you’re now sharing your flat with a crackhead.”

A crackhead made our front porch home last night.

I mean I completely understand why: we’re on a private alley block, no neighbors on one side, and it’s a completely sheltered porch, in one of the warmest parts of San Francisco. If I were a homeless person, I’d probably want to stay here, too.

It doesn’t make me feel any better about the fact that I now have to worry about crackhead camp’s home base now being MY home base. 


Here is the foil, the blanket, and the newspaper-covered shit. Welcome home, Me!

My First Run

About 6 months ago, I got interested in jogging as a hobby, and it has become something that I truly enjoy doing to de-stress. In Burlingame, I drove down to the flat part of the neighborhood and took my 3-5 miles jogs there, 3-4 times a week. On my first true day off, I decided to explore the my new home!

I did a 3.75 mile jog, originally deciding to end up down around the Embarcadero on that sunny Saturday afternoon. I ended up running through China Town after a light-induced change, and found myself being that runner that I hate: the runner who jogs in the street. CHINA TOWN IS TOO PACKED! After that, I got to Embarcadero and truly enjoyed bobbing and weaving through all of the packed tourists on the piers. I must’ve gone a few blocks past the tourist traps, as I quickly found myself running through what I have affectionately named “hobo row”. About 20 different sets of homeless people were just chillin’, middle of the day, some with their significant others, some with their pets, some already passed out for the side of the day. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the amount of homeless people. It was one thing to see them occasionally, but it’s a trip seeing them every day. A friend told me on our first night out adventuring that “you’re going to be broke in no time if you continue to give your money away like this to the homeless.” …. and the truth is, he’s probably right. 

After my jaunt through hobo row, I consulted my Nike+ Running app to get back on track, and it sent me up California Street. I knew that I was going to have to go uphill after my easy, quick run downhill, but I was NOT PREPARED for California Street.

That shit is so uphill that I was stopping mid-block, every block, the whole. way. up. It is so steep that at one point, I looked to my left, and saw that there were STEPS ON THE SIDEWALK. 


I. Can’t. 

Once I reached Grace Cathedral, I felt like a mix of Rocky and Leonardo di Capprio in Titanic: Eye of the Tiger should have been playing in the background as I screamed “I’M THE KING OF THE WORLD!”

I learned 3 things from this experience:

1. I’m going to have a bodacious ass. Very soon.

2. Everywhere I go from my house is downhill, so I should anticipate an uphill journey. And I might actually be able to tell my kids some day that I had to work out “UPHILL. BOTH WAYS.” in order to get my point across.

3. I will be finding more flat areas to run. As in, not my neighborhood.

The views sure as shoot are gorgeous, though. 



And just in case I didn’t bitch enough, here’s a link to WhilstInSF tumblr who backs up my feelings:

“Waking Up In The Morning After Running Hills In The City For The First Times In Months”


Nob Hill

After 17 months of a torturous wait, I finally am living in downtown San Francisco – I only wish it could have happened while I still had community ties to the city! I was first shown this beautiful flat while it was in utter disrepair, being fully remodeled and renovated after a family of chihuahua hoaders (I wish I were kidding) allowed their “children” to desecrate the flat.

Now, after 16 months, 4 failed move-in dates, and plenty of explicates associated with this place, I’m HERE!

This blog will be a venting space for all of my new experiences in the city, being a Surburbia Princess from Burlingame. While I had moved out, it was only to the Outer Sunset and Daly City, so this is my first “big girl” experience!