Leisure Saturdays

On a lovely, transfixed Saturday afternoon, the boyfriend and I took a break from doing nothing to watch his neighborhood little league team play ball at the nearby park. I took in the distinct sounds of the shrill whistle, the clink of the aluminum bat against the ball, the cheering from spectators, and of course, the giant bugs that buzzed past my ears.

There’s something wrong with May weather. It’s almost like it’s being indecisive on whether it wants summer to come or not. It’s going to rain for the next few days. See the clouds? As stunning as the clouds are, they spell nothing but terrible outfit choices for me. Wear a skirt suit or a pantsuit to work? The weather is being too indecisive like the little bitch it is. When will it be summer? I’m craving short shorts and billowy tops.

It was cold on that particular Saturday, hence the jeans. Although, it got hot pretty quick. Before we headed out to my former boss' house, I traded my jeans for a chiffon skirt. The weather, 30 minutes later? Overcast and winds. Rats!

Bunch of randomness

My lazy Sunday

I'm currently tending to my blistered feet from my mid-morning run. I saw a jack rabbit cross the road. It was such an exhilarating sight on such a gorgeous day.

So as I lay, faced-down, with iced feet and a cat that I coaxed into giving me a back rub, I began to think about someone. Someone who I haven't seen in a great while. Someone I've been seething known feelings of hate towards.

The way I see it, you and I both know you're wrong. You keep this act up, there is no longer any friendship between us nor will there be any niceness from my end. I did not choose this, you did. I've reminded you and even warned you for the past several years. The crumbling of our relationship is at the fault of your unwillingness to change your destructive behavior, thinking and judgment. You should be walking on eggshells when the thought of our relationship enters your mind.

When people start to assume there is something wrong with everyone around them, I always wonder why they won't question themselves with "Perhaps there is something wrong with me." That's right, asshole. You are not the sugar to my tea.

Don't expect the world to change for you. That is such a stupid thing to expect. I can name off 5 people whom I personally know that carries this kind of thinking. Of course, when the list begins, so do the denials. If you don't want to change, then at least accept what the world for what it is.

Compared to the world, you are nothing more than a minuscule human being.

I'm thinking about making a batch of almond chocolate chip cookies after I finish my workout. Although, when will I start this workout if I'm still getting a massage from a beautiful feline?

Pretty green eyes, 
you are the soft purrs that awake me in the mornings. 
The motivation to my days. 
The caffeine to fuel my fatigues. 
You are the warmth of the blanket I yearn 
and never more do I beg of you. 
The shrill of your unspoken voice. 
Who are you, 
pretty green eyes? 

I always feel a bit high and nostalic after I run. Why is that? I need a better mobile device for blogging my crazy thoughts. Especially when I'm riding public transportation home. Crazy shit happens and so do crazy thoughts.

Rumi Neely looks so cute when she smiles.

The cat is done with my back rub. Better thank him in kitty treats. And, if his mother agrees, buy him some cat nippies. Time for my 40 minute workout to grow another blister on my tired and sore feet then some cookie baking 'cause I'm seriously that much of a fruit.

successful saturday

Friday night, I stayed home, did some cooking, tidy-up the house, and watched The Bodyguard. All alone. I was a bit uneasy being home alone due to the crazy things that has been going on in my neighborhood. Even though I was on high alert for anything that seemed out of the ordinary, my evening spent alone was nice. It's been awhile since I was able to spend Friday nights at home and alone. Saturday morning, I woke up bright and early, did my morning jog. Got home, had some breakfast, shook my brother awake with my foot, called Richard, and got ready for the Ocean Conservancy Lake Clean Up, which I had volunteered for 2 weeks ago. From 9am to 12pm, we picked up other people's trash at Lake Berryessa. It's amazing what we found. The usual trash items were beer bottles and cans, and also broken beer bottles. Although, the most common trash I found littered around the lake were feminine products, i.e. pads, tampons (and lots of it), and panty liners. I'm not kidding. How gross is that? Why would anyone do such an unsanitary thing? Of course, changing your tampons behind some bushes is fine, but at least take the trash with you! How hard is it to place the applicator back into the wrapper and place that in another trash bag and take it with you? I honestly don't get people who just throw their trashes everywhere. Good grief. Some volunteers claimed they found shells from shot guns and rifles. hmm... After we picked up trash, we waited around for the others so we can do a 30 minute drive to where the barbecue was held for volunteers. While we waited, we decided to take some pictures.

Richard and I decide who can make the best sounds on my hungry belly while we waited for the others to show up. Hot day at Lake Berryessa I didn't take many pictures since I was more focused on trash pick up, eating, and enjoying the water.

When we came back from our dip, we were the last ones there. Everyone packed up the food and left. No goodbyes. =(

Top, left to right: Ryo (Japanese exchange student), Jack (UCD Ph. D), and Ken (ex football player) Middle: John (Jasmine's right hand man on issues) and Jasmine (President of ESO) Bottom: Richard and Sunny (my lazy sleeping brothers)

September 12th, 2nd Saturday!

This was the craziest 2nd Saturday event that I've ever experienced. We had a total of 5-tag-alongs (total strangers that followed our group) and ony 2 out of the 5-tag-alongs stuck with us until we all decided to part ways at the end of the night. Crazy, ain't it? It began with just four of us: Philliam, Venetian, Jazzy Jazz and myself. We had a scrumptious dinner at Zocalo that was absolutely fantastic. I wished Mermaid joined us but she had some busy things to do. I love Zocalo's complimentary green rice that comes with every entree. The dessert is not bad either. It's my third time eating there. The first three times weren't so significant on my memory since the first time I was having one of those ugly days where I felt, looked, and had an ugly day. The second experience, I was sick and could not enjoy the food as much. Lastly, the third time was with my brother Sunny the Bunny and Richard. Very awkward since they didn't know what was going on with Philliam and I yet (early confusing state of dating where I thought I was gay and he didn't think he'd ever date girls of my race). HAH! But this fourth time was GOOOD. I actually enjoyed the food so much better.

Of course it's an Art Walk, so we walked around and checked out what local Sacramento artists had to offer us.

The first spot we hit up was located in the apartment complex nestled between Buckhorn Grill and Ginger Elizabeth's Chocolate. I don't normally like taking pictures of someone else work just because I feel that it's a tad bit rude and tacky - unless I ask for permission. At this particular booth, Jazzy was already schmoozing her way in so I was able to talk about the materials used on the jewelry pieces and where can I purchase later. Her jewelry company is called BlissJewelry and her pieces are amazing! She also sells locally at Sugar Shack and somewhere else in Roseville, so I'm going to have to hit up Sugar Shack soon. I have yet to spend my birthday discount cards there.

Now here is where it starts to get really interesting, we decide to take the lightrail to make our journey a bit easier and ended up picking up 3 people from the lightrail! We told them they could join our group while we walk the streets. We all got along so well and that made our night so much more interesting.

Later that evening, Mermaid decides to save us from walking many, many miles back to civilization and picks us up on the corner of P and 14th like the group of prostitutes we are. This is just our growing number of group members.

Here we are in my workplace garage acting the fool! woot woot Getting out the shops around town.

This is where two random guys joined our group but we lost them later after they got some girls numbers. They are located on the very top - two white guys. Like what Mermaid said, booty call. I don't really understand how people are so comfortable with doing something so intimate with a complete stranger. I mean, I understand the thrill and excitement of it all and there is nothing wrong with that, this is the new age thing, but I don't think I would do something like that. I would honestly have to get to know someone before anything intimate can happen. Call me old fashion.

This is the end to our adventurous night and all those that stayed with us. I still can't take that green rice from Zocalo out of my tongue. Yum...

Until next time. Sincerely, VioletSnowflakes.

John Legend's outdoor concert

On Friday evening, Philliam took me to the John Legend concert. thanks Jasmine for the awesome tickets! My cousin and her girlfriend also happened to be there. Not surprised. My cousin has spent half her life at concerts, shows, etc. Lucky her! She promised to take me to see Jason Mraz 2 years ago. I need to pester her about that.

India Arie was the opening act. I love outdoor shows, I ought to attend more shows when I get the chance. I haven't listened to India Arie since my freshmen year of high school when I lived in the bay area. My, oh my. That was so loooooong ago! Her music brought back lots of memories of attending such a large high school. Sometimes I wonder how different my life would have been if I had graduated from there.