When I came home from BlogHer, I had all of these profound! And Wonderful! things that I wanted to write about. But I was tired. Very, very tired. So, I would say "I will write about it tomorrow after I catch up on my rest!"
Here we are 5 days later and I am still tired. The kind of tired that has me knocked flat on my ass and it hit me that it probably has nothing to do with the trip to San Francisco --a) I didn't leave my time zone as it was in the same state b) I got more sleep while there than I normally do at home c) I did not once get drunk, which, CRAZY, I know!-- and everything to do with my mother effing thyroid. It's been over 2 months since my last TSH test and I am pretty sure that it's crashing again and I need a medication adjustment. It's not just "The Tired" that leads me to this conclusion, but also the fact that I've been doing boneheaded things, like, losing my cell phone (have never in my life lost a cell phone) and then losing the box with the charger to my new phone at the hotel. (p.s. if I had your number, can you please text me or email me your number again? Am feeling horribly lost without your names in my contacts list.)
Until this brain of mine is functioning again, which will hopefully be by tonight, because I really need my brain tonight, I am going to leave you with my favorite pictures from San Francisco. Lame, I know. Take it up with my thyroid, man.
Lindsay was a good sport and posed for a few shots while we were waiting for the trolley to leave. They ended up being some of my best shots. Ever.
The view from the Alpha Mom (a.k.a cheeseburger headquarters) Suite on the 11th floor of the Westin St. Francis. Strangely, there was no screen in the window, which made me very happy (because I could get awesome pictures) but also terrified me so much that my vagina went weak with fear. Like, literally, I felt the fear in my vagina as I leaned out.
Taken at the book signing for Sleep is for the Weak (the lovechild of Rita. I was supposed to be in that book, but being the flake that I am, forgot to turn in my stuff in time. Kicking myself for eternity for that one.
I stopped to take pictures of this man and his jewelery in an attempt to get rid of the homeless man who was trying to pick up on me. At first it was a great conversation, but then he asked if I was single while staring at my tittays and I was like "WHOA." But still, he was nice, so I continued to be polite, but then he refused to believe that I was married because I wasn't wearing a wedding ring and I was like "this conversation must come to an end now!" I suppose that's why I love this picture so much, because I will forever be reminded of the fact that a homeless man tried to "get with this" and that can only mean one thing... THAT I'VE STILL GOT IT.
This was taken on a cruise (thank you, Isabel! and Nintendo!) of the San Francisco Bay. I wanted a different perspective of the city lights, so I turned off auto focus and went for some preeeetty bokeh. I love the results. (And THANK YOU to Shutter Sisters for making this shot the "Daily Click.")
And last, but certainly not least...
Because a room full of women whom I love, respect and admire wearing McDonald's hats on their heads WHILE having Serious Conversations will never stop being funny to me. NEVER.
First one to comment1 What an honor...first time this ever happens..I will try to come up with something profound and everlasting.
Seriously though I have struggled with HypoThyroid disease for a while and it's a bitch - sometimes mine goes out of whack and the Doc needs to re-adjust it.
Hopefully it kicks in quickly for you
Awesome pictures of San Fran!
Ciao
Anita
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