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Took A Short Walk on the Bayshore Bikeway

This kid turned me into a mom when I least expected it. Darren was a super smart single dad and didn't really even let us meet until we were six months into our relationship, and even then it was in small doses. She was already in my life by the time she finished kindergarten. Little did we know that her mom would move across the country when she was in third grade and we'd get to have the kid full time. Times have been good and bad and easy and tough and things are especially weird right now, but I wouldn't have it any other way and am trying to do the best I can to make the most of this pause and reset of life. To my mom, my sisters, and all the other rad moms out there, I hope you had a perfect day. Normally we would have spent the day at Gator By The Bay but hopefully we're back in 2021. I hope everyone enjoyed the day in whatever way warms your own heart.

Rosey's Covid-19 Diary: #Adulting | Taxes Filed | Yard Fun | Boy Girl Party Offers Self Care Gifts | Hijas de Maiz | Chicano Nuevo

I was completely off the news cycle today. It was more of the same---states reopening, spikes in national cases, nearly 3,000 new deaths nationwide in 24 hours, covidiots protesting and flouting the laws and guidelines. Instead, we hung tight at home. I super-slept in because my bed felt so nice, then I buckled down and filed my 2019 taxes. My personal financial health has always been one of my biggest personal flaws. My dad worked in finance for over 30 years in the government, still I've always felt so poor and uneducated in this area for so long. So it was a nice little gratification to deal with that one portion at least. Props to free filing at TaxAct which seamlessly navigated me through W-2s, 1099s, and deductions. Going to still have to deal with past issues and whatnot, but as Erika Jayne said in a recent RHOBH episode, problems have a way of getting bigger the longer you avoid them. So while my plans to buy a new fancy camera are put off indefinitely, I feel a little better that I won't wake up in the middle of the night with cold sweat tax nightmares.

Once that was done, we played in the backyard. A little volleyball, then some football. My dear friend Jeff dropped by with some goods for the 'speakeasy'-- some Alpine beer, a bottle of Bulleit Rye, some ginger ale, the new Heavy Hawaii and Hazel English albums, and some gum for the kiddo. Then we made a nice dinner of links, corn on the cob, and sauteed baby bellas. It was definitely a good day and my spirits are up. Now I'm in the speakeasy with Darren having some cocktails and we're trying to decide if we should keep the smaller window A/C unit or set up the larger one we were gifted. Absolutely feeling 'hashtag blessed' at the moment. We'll eventually start getting out of the house for some time at a park or the coast or a bike ride, but we're just waiting for the weekend to pass and see how things suss out. For now, the backyard will serve us just fine. I'll share a couple links after the jump just for good measure.

Photos: Real Estate and Bedouine at Music Box, February 27, 2018

i kinda already told you about the Real Estate show a couple weeks back, but to recap, it was Darren's birthday, February 27th. We got there early because we heard Bedouine was amazing, and she certainly lived up to the expectation. Although I missed it because I was in the back of the room for a minute after shooting, apparently she called out the loud talkers in the room, which only makes me respect her more. The last time we caught Real Estate was at the free Casbah show sponsored by Newcastle, and in the couple of years in between, there was a whole lot of controversy with former guitarist Matt Mondanile and his side project Ducktails, which has ultimately mostly disappeared off the face of the earth in light of #MeToo. We love Real Estate though it isn't exactly clear why they left "Talking Backwards" out of their set. Regardless, we had a great time and especially because our friend Joe came and plucked us from the crowd and put us in the owner's box which is on the 2nd level mezannine, adjacent to the soundbox. It's the best view in the room and we felt honored and lucky to be there. A bazillion photos after the jump.

From the Owner's Seats

Rosey's Diary: May 11-17, 2013

I have to say it was a very, very good week. I posted that really long diary post a few days ago, but I'd rather not get so backlogged and since I'm awake and somewhat alert and avoiding my inbox, I feel like sharing.

I feel like my vocabulary is so limited these days. Amazing and epic and great and beautiful and exciting seem to be so overused in my posts lately, but when I think about how I was a year ago, dealing with my eviction and moving, I was a total mess, completely depressed, and living in a constant state of anxiety. I was binge-living. Binge eating and binge drinking and binge sleeping and binge working. It wasn't pretty. Since then, work fell into a better place with a Casbah promotion, regular site sponsorships, and it turned out that my eviction was a total bonus because I'm so much happier in my current location than I was in Kensington. And of course, Darren. There's something pretty amazing about meeting someone who is my partner in every way- supportive and kind and loving and funny and smart and an incredible dad and generous boyfriend and no offense to anyone who came before, but this love is completely unprecedented in my life. After 8 months, none of the glow has worn off. Read the post after the jump.

Rosey's Diary: February 27-March 2, 2013

I've been writing online in one form or another since about 1997, and over the years I've battled with this theory that it is good to write personal stories, but to learn how to separate that from the private not-for-sharing stuff. I really have few filters, but when it comes to my relationships, it is challenging because while I want to share my joy, I have to be super-sensitive to the object of my affections not give them a life in public that they don't want. Thankfully Darren is a really good sport. Though my diaries and social check-ins often miss large gaps of time when you probably just assume I'm sleeping,  we are fortunate that we get to spend a lot of time together everyday. Still, because of work and family obligations between the two of us, there is only one night every two weeks where Darren and I get to have what I've referred to as our #24HourDate nights.

Wednesday was Darren's birthday and after my amazing birthday with him back in September after only dating a short while, I felt some pressure to make his epic, especially with (or in spite of) his reluctance to even acknowledge the occasion. So we just went with an upgraded #24HourDate. If you wanna hear about it, keep on reading after the jump.