“dead like me”

The first series I actually watched solo.

Straight to the point, its about girl dying and she becomes a grim reaper.  These stories told in 2 seasons and movie, all add up to inform and entertain the idea that death/grim reaper live amongst the living, maybe not as mortals, but do a job, have feelings and opinion and most importantly experience a human life in society.  What brought me back to me netflix instant, is the fact that even though the show is based the realities of dying, the drama of it was shown in my opinion, pretty casual.  Sure there was crying, grieving etc etc… but it was the way the acting was directed.   There wasn’t anything so cheesy about the romantic scenes or depressing about the loss of loved ones and friends through tragic fatal events.  There were a incidences when someone sobbed, a couple.   There were references about God or god, more in a sense of him being the top dog.

Pretty much it on the drama factor.

I really felt that this show portrayed death and reaping as casual and detailed as an ordinary person can answer his own question.   It was simple.  People die because its God’s or a god’s plan.  Souls need a way out of the body and a guide to help out, thus the reapers.  These grim reapers are people who can’t really die, but are chosen and go through life until it was their time to go into their light, which supposedly would be heaven.  That’s the way the cookie crumbled.

Favorite part about the show, the language, both bad and smart ass.  The F bomb seemed to be dropped at the perfect times.

Just a quick share on how I used my time here in Sac on my day off.

Its hot.

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friendlies

It was nice…

Folks came from our beloved Bay to be here in Sac with us to act out of the norm and enjoy life, Marvin’s life specifically, it was his bday.   We booked a 2 bedroom 2 bath suite at the Marriot Residence Inn in downtown Sac, bravo, bravo.  Great deal.  Kitchen and living area included.  Lets just say that the pricing resembled a regular room with 2 beds in SF.

Mar and I are blessed to have good people who actually want to keep kickin it with us.   We’re used to driving west to go back home and to smell the bay+coastal fog and of course to see out loved ones.  But just something about folks coming out of their area to come to us, just seems a tad more especial.  Yeah Yeah, I know Sac is only an hour and forty mins or so from the Bay bridge… but seemingly so, I am grateful.  I know folks really wanted to come out but could not due to life and events, its all good.  It was nice getting texts about the go’s and no’s regarding attendance.  Thanks for the courtesy.

It was a good weekend.  Sac kept us safe.  The alcohol, although overpriced at times, did its duty.

And of course, thank you to the friendlies, both family and friends who graced us and the city of Sacramento with their amazing personalities and silly tendencies.

All there is now is getting on with life: school & work.

Now what else does this norcal territory have to offer? Hella?

committed??

Its been almost 3 months.

Can’t help to feel like its been 3 years.  But I guess that’s what happens you people start ditching the “boyfriend” name tag and back stroking to “husband.”  Yes that’s how I put it.  Back stroking.  To travel towards a goal, at ones own speed and aggressiveness, but not seeing the outcome.

Its been a tough, lovey dovey, weird, confusing, tiring, empowering, nurturing, new, old, and God given experience…so far.

Big things are a comin and I hope we meet our goals toe to toe.

Shaaa-mon!

adventuring

Mar and I set out to IMAX it for Inception.

Good movie, different from the usual, and not so complicated where you have to say “huh” every 5 minutes.  A little down side to the experience was I kinda felt the screen was too big or I was to close.  My mind and my eye balls are sensitive to motion.  Meaning, spinning in a circle at a slow pace, turning upside down, staring out the window in a moving car and looking back from a moving car.  makes.  me.  want.  to.  vomit.  On the other hand, the sound system blew me away (applause).

Being newbies to the this part of CA, we didn’t even know the theater was downtown.  Not the downtown we’re used to.  There’s trees!!!  And streets where you can make lefts!!!  HELLA parking.  Outside public lot, 10 bucks all day.  You can’t beat that!

But it was also the little things that caught my eye as we walked the streets:

  • hardly any fossilized gum embedded in the sidewalks
  • not so many restaurants counted on 1 block
  • pedestrians wait till the walking sign comes on
  • brick buildings
  • snooty
  • clean streets, forreal
  • a building had big blown up photos framed outside the building, first thought to self: No one steals this?
  • terrace eating areas in countless restaurants
  • no parking meters, just pay here machines

Goodies and deltas.

We walked the downtown area for a good hour hoping to run into a good lunch spot, non asian and non snooty lookin.  What did we find?  5 asian and 5 snooty spots.  LOL.  It was a good walk though, like I said I liked the little things.

We ended up at MARRS area, I saw a bunch of rainbow flags around and lounges with flyers to gay related events.  First thought to self:  Castro of Sacramento, I smiled.  We ate at Pete’s.  It was okay.  The kind of okay where I’m not rushing back to eat there again.  So we stopped by AZUL, which was 10 yards away, to get a drink and get some dessert.  Yum and Yum, margarita was on hit.

We called it a day.   Thanks Sac, the day was not burning hot.

*my def of snooty:  not as being snobby, just a lil too fancy for the current mood and situation.

first time for everything

You may think its:

shallow

late

immature

not worthy to blog about…

But hey, its mines!  So as of Monday morning at 24 hour Fitness, I did it!  After doing laps in the pool I took a shower topless with other women, no doors, no curtains, no hooks for hanging near the shower head.  No shame!  Liberating!

I’m sure you as a reader noted the *topless* part, yes I have yet to work on my bottoms, total nakedness not my forte even as a grown woman. I totally don’t mind seeing naked females ass’d out in the locker room, its just me, uuhmmm shhhiayy.  Mar always told me about how he’s showered with a buncha dudes being in the army, no bottoms included.  But hey, still something new for me.  Just another tally mark I make for myself as life continues to bring on the experiences.

Until tomorrow or whenever something new comes again…

Also I forbid myself from entering steam rooms, its like slow torture x desert game x a million.  No thanks.  Another first for me.

Good night

sweat on my nose?

ITS HOT!!!!!!

Not summer time fun in the sun hot, more like get out of the sun before you pass out and burn!  102 deg. are you kidding me?

Oh I forgot, I’m not in SF anymore.

Cheers with my cold apple juice after a long day at work.  Feet up on a pillow, Mar knocked out beside me, pups on their thrones (our pillows).  Its nice to come home to the people (including aminals) that you love.  Helps me shake off the annoyance of the heat + work= hot ass day at work and scrubs just don’t help climatize yours truly.

These are the days where I miss you the most SF… fog all up in my hurrr.

Its okay, how dark can this Sac/Elk Grove sun make me?  Seriously, come on really?  I’m dark already, what are you gonna do? make me golden?  psshhhhh  I will always belong in the “light jacket perhaps a scarf too” weather.

But nature within life is all about adaptation,  and so shall it be.

Please don’t burn my ass tomorrow Sac sun… I’m a newbie.

Can I get some Halo-halo???

looking

Scanning my new room with the husband (haha I said husband)…  the room is warming up as we proclaim the space as “ours.”   Now I appreciate the spending I did before my long drag of a broke life style.   I love my prints and my art pieces.

Thank you Frank Morrison, Sam Flores and the beauty and invention of black and white photos that have been artfully blown up to its maximum clarity, and of course to the pieces that occupy in the protective sleeves in storage.  All to serve its purpose in admiration, currently by yours truly.

My first print of 2 from Morrison that I proudly swooped on 6 years ago…

I hope to someday own an actual piece, one that wasn’t printed!

Just thought I’d do a little appreciation for the thing that I am looking at.