Like a complete moron.

I was rounding another car in the parking lot today and stubbed my toe on the little cement stopper thing.

Yes, the same toenail I cracked open on Friday.

Yes, it bled again.  And hurt, a lot.

Yes, I think I'm okay, after immediately applying rank Chinese medicine, a band-aid, and ice.

No, I won't gross you guys out with another picture.

I think I should maybe trim it, but I'm afraid it will hurt.

Yes, there is a limit... the number of movies you can put on your Netflix queue.  And it's 500.  I have been hovering between 485 and 500 for years (I first joined my senior year of college).  At the rate of one movie a week (when I was still in film development, I was on a much more rigorous subscription plan--3 at a time, and I had them on constant rotation so I was watching about 4-5 movies/week), it will take me 9 years and 6 months to finish.  And, of course, there are always new movies to be added.

If you ever need movie recs, I'm more than happy to share my queue, and my viewing history to date =)

Bridal Shower Sunday

We had an afternoon of unabashed girlyness for Feng's bridal shower, and it was fantabulous.  I drove up to the city a bit early and had a quick  breakfast with Wendy (also stopped in to admire her very cute, nicely sunny apartment) at Arizmendi, the coop bakery in Inner Sunset known for its sourdough bread.

Then, headed down to Noe Valley where a group of us gathered at Terra Mia to paint a somewhat matching, very practical set of bowls for Feng.  It's been incredibly long since I last painted ceramics, and I forgot how fun it is.  Took me forever to select just the right combination of pastel-y colors and then come up with a design for the inside of the bowl.  I kept fiddling with it and thinking of more things to add to it, and someone had to finally tell me to stop it already =D  I was happy with the end result and I hope Feng is too!

Then we headed over to Lovejoy's Tea Room, which I've heard so much about but never tried before.  It was fairly bursting at the seams with estrogen--gaggles of women celebrating birthdays, brides-to-be, and other special occasions, all gathering for high tea in the afternoon. The whole set up was adorable, from the charmingly mismatched china to the comfy window seats piled high with cushions. We went with two orders of High Tea for Two (I believe the teas we selected were Earl Grey, Darjeeling, Apricot and Blood Orange), and they came with all manner of delicious tea-sized sandwiches, incredible scones (clotted cream and strawberry jam included).  We also ordered a side of crumpets w/ lemon curd, which I've never had before, and a curried chicken pasty.

We were stuffed full of all the high-tea goodness.  * happy sigh*

...and a violent afternoon.

In my continued vanity, I needed a pair of brown shoes to go with a skirt I was wearing today.  I decided on a pair of three-inch slingbacks that I hadn't worn in probably over a year.  They'd gone so long unworn I had to dust them before putting them on.  I was surprised at how comfy they were.

Coming back to my desk from a meeting on the second floor though, one of those three-inch heels slipped on the very slippery stairs at work and I fell.  I would have taken quite the tumble if I hadn't caught myself on the rail.  But not before stubbing my left toe quite violently against the stairs.  As I got up to hobble down the rest of the stairs, I realized my toe was throbbing, and when I looked down, I realized the toenail was ripped half off.  And that's when it started to gush all this blood, and I started freaking out.

The upside of the story is I realized just how caring and kind my lovely teammates are.  Justin helped calm me down--"Sure, the nail will die, but a new one will grow in," as if it weren't a big deal!--and got me bandages and antiseptic wipes.  Danielle got me ibuprofen, a bag of ice, and lunch, and offered to take me wherever I needed to go (the doctor's for instance).  Kate lent me her flip flops.  Diana got me water.  Amy offered to walk me to my car.  They--and quite a few others--were all very concerned and checked up on me multiple times.  I felt very loved and cared for!  And the campus ERT people came by and checked to make sure I hadn't injured anything else, and were also very nice.

On being a 'startup girlfriend'...

Sad.  This gal nails it right on the head--the life of a startup girlfriend.  True, for the most part!

Update:  My mom made me read this article covering '10 Signs That You're Dating a Commitment-Ready Guy.'  Food for thought.  Also sent me the article, 'Six Dating Behaviors That Scare Men Away.'  I think I did like every single one of these things, so it's amazing Garry stuck around in those early days =D