Friday, December 30, 2011

Well hello there 2012

Last year I had an unofficial resolution to get myself to a better place, one where I wasn't feeling so bogged down by the people around me or the living situation I was in. As controversial as my choices seemed to some along the way, they proved to be the right ones. I managed to cut out all the drama and negativity from my life and landed a dream job in my favorite city. I live alone, which for me is ideal, and maintain a small pool of friends and family who I trust and respect. That last bit might sound simple enough, but I have learned the hard way that good people are hard to come by, and all too often the ones who should be a sure thing are the ones who hurt you the most.

I hadn't planned on making any clearly outlined resolutions for 2012, I never really do list them out. My resolutions tend to be ever evolving. This year I do have a list, and here's why. 
A childhood friend, who got engaged over the holidays, asked me to be a bridesmaid in her destination wedding this August... Of course my first thought was OMG OMG OMG or something ridiculous like that, because I'm absolutely elated that these two have finally decided to get hitched and thrilled that they want me to be a part of it. However, sheer terror followed as the realization hit me that I'm going to be in Jamaica wanting to run around in a bikini but will feel too pale and chubby to do it! Well, unless there's a considerable amount of rum involved, and surely there will be, but let's try not to hate myself when I see the photographic evidence later on, eh? I'm honestly not that far away from my college weight and it's entirely reasonable to run it off in the next few months without having to take any extreme measures.


Thursday, December 29, 2011

Last Lunches

With the new year quickly approaching and fitness plans in the works, my coworkers and I decided to celebrate our last week of 2011 by gorging ourselves with all of our favorite lunches before they become forbidden. Here's our hit list, in case you're not starting a diet and want to check these spots out for yourself. Oh, and, make sure you order an Anchor Steam with your food at any of these places!

MONDAY - The brewery was closed, but I'm sure we all ate a ton of leftover Christmas goodies
TUESDAY - Goat Hill Pizza in Potrero Hill, half Meat Lover's and half Hilda's Favorite
WEDNESDAY - Jerry's Crispy Tacos at Dos Pinas in Potrero Hill
THURSDAY - Pupusas at a Salvadorian joint in the Mission called Balompie
FRIDAY - Umami Burger on Union, I'm leaning toward the shiitake one but we'll see! 

 Happy eating!

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Christmas Weekend

I hope you all had a delicious, sparkly, cozy holiday weekend! Besides having my worst allergy attack of the year, mine was quite delightful. I spent time with family and friends, attended the Christmas program at church, and did a bit of shopping. I'm back at work today, but it hardly feels like a normal workday since the roads were nearly empty on my way in, there was no line at Starbucks, and my office is a ghost town. This evening I'll take down my Christmas decorations, and if I can get a friend to help, I'll take the tree out. I'm less sentimental about my Christmas tree now that I'm sure it is the culprit of this latest wave of awful allergies. How can such a pretty thing bring so much joy and so much ickiness at the same time? It is a mystery, a mystery that requires a lot of tea and inhalers.

 The hometown holiday bar hop is something my friends and I look forward to every Thanksgiving and Christmas. It started in college when all the kids we grew up with would flock home for break and congregate at local dive bars to catch up. Even though we're all in our late 20's/ early 30's now, the tradition has carried on. For those of us who don't spend much time in our hometown anymore, it's still the easiest way to track down old classmates and friends and find out what everyone's been up to the last year (off of Facebook, that is).

Friday, December 16, 2011

Bucket List: Learn to Shoot

I noticed that I hadn't checked anything off of my bucket list in a while, so I took a friend up on an offer to teach me how to shoot handguns at a range in South San Francisco. To be honest, firing a gun for the first time was absolutely terrifying! Everything about it was different than I expected. The gun was heavier than I thought it would be, and it was difficult to keep the gun from kicking up after each shot. The flash, the smell, the shell bouncing off the wall to my right, it caught me off guard with every shot. I feel like I did pretty well though, I mean, at least I hit the target every time! It's definitely something I want to try again.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Happy Holidays!

Every year I try to have all of my Christmas gifts purchased and wrapped by Thanksgiving so that during the long weekend I can buy a tree and decorate the house. This year was no exception! While everyone else was braving the black Friday madness, I was cozy on my couch sipping cocoa and watching old movies. Okay well, I'm not going to lie, I did venture over to Cost Plus World Market for the 50% off sale on the below faux fur throw I've been eying. Can you blame me?

Grand View Park

Between the time change and the heavy fog in my neighborhood, it's usually too dark and gloomy to safely jog after work, which is a bummer, because good luck getting me to do exercise videos in my living room instead. Yesterday I left work early because I had to turn in the paperwork for my Indian visa (hurray!), so I managed to squeeze in a good 30 minutes of outdoorsing before dusk. I discovered Grand View Park, also known as Turtle Hill, just blocks from my house! It is a peak in the middle of my neighborhood, Golden Gate Heights, with stairs on either side and room to walk around on top. It is currently being renovated so there is a lot of tree debris, but not enough to shut the place down. I ran up and down the stairs a few times and then stood on top to watch the fog bank creep toward downtown. Amazing.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Favorite Things

I always love Oprah's favorite things holiday episode, top picks blog entries and the like, so I figured I'd share some of the products I enjoy, and maybe you'll get some good gift ideas out of it for your Christmas shopping! Have you started? With the exception of two gifts that are currently in lost in the USPS system thanks to either a glitch with Amazon or my slightly senile landlord, I'm already done and wrapped!

Elbow patch blazer by H&M, Suede round-toe pump by BCBGeneration, Chance by Chanel, Bangle by Hermes, Infinity scarf by Steve Madden, The Diana lomography camera, Moisture Surge moisturizer by Clinique, wooden colored pencils by Anthropologie, Fedora by Jessica Simpson, Wall hangs by Urban Outfitters, OPI nail polish, "K" wall hang by Urban Outfitters

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Flat hair be gone

Kim Kardashian does it... I realize that's not saying much these days, but when it comes to hair, girl gots it! The secret? Clip-in hair extensions. I have several friends who swear by them, but I've never jumped on the band wagon because I already have really long hair. Little did I know, extensions aren't just for regrettably short chops, they also add a ton of volume and can hold styling better than your own hair.

Last Saturday, I stopped by Sally Beauty Supply on my way to Tracy for a trim with the fabulous Kari Potter at Versailles, and picked up some 18-inch dark brown extensions. Kari didn't have to dye them because they're already so close to my color, she just trimmed them into my hair so the layers would match. She made it look so easy! Clipping them in by myself has been a little tricky, but I'm sure it's one of those things that just takes practice.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Busy busy busy!

My fall was jam packed back to back shenanigans all weekend every weekend, and winter is shaping up to be more of the same!

Saturday was the Safeway Foundation Gala, an annual black tie benefit that raises money for Safeway's philanthropic arm, which contributes mostly to cancer research. The event takes place in a hanger on Treasure Island and includes a cocktail hour, silent auction, formal dinner, guest speakers, and a performance, this year from Lionel Richie.

Sunday I headed to Napa for a wedding at V. Sattui. It was one of the most romantic and genuine weddings I've been to yet! They totally lucked out on the weather, with high 60's and clear skies, and were able to have the wedding just after dusk in the courtyard in front of the barrel room.

Monday we did lunch on the Napa Wine Train. It was another clear, sunny day, and the vineyards were full of bright orange leaves. But a word to the wise: It's better to start a wine filled weekend on the train than to end it there. All I wanted to do was curl up on my seat and take a nap!

Friday, November 11, 2011

Pop-up Magazine

Pop-up Magazine held their fifth issue at Davies Symphony Hall in downtown San Francisco on Wednesday evening. Pop-up Magazine is a deconstructed, live magazine format that is not photographed or recorded and the content is not made available after the event. It happens in that moment for that audience. A Pop-Up Magazine staffer told me the event sold out all 2,700 seats in just two hours. The official sponsors of Pop-up Magazine No.5 were Skyy Vodka and Anchor Brewing Company, so you know we were there to represent!

Around 5:30pm a few coworkers and I headed to Boxing Room for some pre-event munchies and brews. Boxing Room has only been open for a few months and boasts a unique menu of creole inspired foods. They also happen to have three of our beers on tap! We ordered one of everything on the appetizers menu and a round of Brekle's Brown, one of Anchor's newest beers.

After stuffing our faces with oysters and fried alligator, we headed a couple blocks down to Davies Symphony Hall. For two hours, an assortment of journalists, radio personalities and artists took the stage one right after the next for only a few minutes each, and presented on a variety of subjects ranging from war in the Congo to shark videography.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Pottery Barn and the Grandma Chair

Confession- I have a major style crush on Pottery Barn. I would live inside a Pottery Barn if mall security would let me. I can't help but stroll through, running my fingers over the cable knit throws and tinkering with the home office accessories, picturing in my head where each item would go in my imaginary cottage. Cottage, yes, because my dream home would be more a cross between French country boutique and Z Gallery white on white on white. My current home is oh so very Kimberly, but has definitely been styled around a few key hand-me-down pieces including "the grandma chair." My grandparents had it for ages but, in a compromise to get Gramps' card table covered in projects out of their dining room and into their home office, Grams sacrificed the chair to make space. I couldn't bear to see it lost in a yard sale so I gave it a new home. Unfortunately, the grandma chair has been sitting in a corner of my living room looking far too plain! It's unusually petite for an arm chair so every pillow and throw I've paired with it seemed overbearing. Pottery Barn clearance wall to the rescue! Sunday, on one of my above mentioned daydreaming strolls through a Pottery Barn, this time in Pleasanton, I stumbled across this darling little pillow marked down to a jaw dropping $10. It's perfect.

Pottery Painting

I'm addicted to Living Social. But we already covered that in a recent post. I'm happy to report that after yet another Living Social Adventure, I'm still a happy customer!

Last Friday, a girlfriend and I met at Terra Mia, a pottery painting spot in Noe Valley. For $30, we enjoyed two hours of BYOB 21+ fun, yummy snack platters and a $10 pottery piece (with the option of paying for a more expensive one). There were two women from Terra Mia and several Living Social staff there mingling and offering up painting tips and tricks. We won't be able to pick up our finished pieces until this weekend because the lovely ladies of Terra Mia have to glaze and bake them, but here are some photos to give you an idea.

Were we embarrassed to be recognized as regulars? Not one bit! In fact, we got the inside scoop on an upcoming ugly sweater pub crawl - holy moly, count us in!


Monday, November 7, 2011

My Teen Mania Experience

Last night MSNBC aired “Mind Over Mania,” an expose about Teen Mania Ministries, a Christian youth organization headquartered near Dallas, Texas. This recent wave of critique and skepticism of the organization was sparked by an alumni blog, which is frequented by hundreds of former Teen Mania interns. 

After high school, I spent two years working for this organization. My first year was spent in the Honor Academy, during which I lived in a dormitory on campus and worked a full-time job in the organization’s office and took classes on subjects like religion and leadership. I spent my second year as the Assistant Merchandising Manager for the organization’s nationally touring youth event, Acquire the Fire. After watching the expose, I debated trying to fly under the radar and not in any way implicate myself as having been a part of Teen Mania. I decided that I needed to speak up about my experience, not just in support of other alumni who are hurting as a result of their experiences, but also to shed some light on portions of the expose that I felt misrepresented my own experience.

Mind Over Mania used images from ESOAL throughout the expose, making it appear to be a larger part of the Honor Academy than it actually is. ESOAL is a three-day optional retreat designed by a former Navy Seal to push willing participants beyond their physical and emotional limits. There certainly is a strong pressure to participate, and not participating is viewed as weakness and an unwillingness to grow, however it is entirely optional. What is not optional, and was only briefly addressed, is the Lost People Groups retreat. The retreat is held in a forested part of the compound, and imitates a missionary/ unreached tribe situation. As a part of a “missionary” team, I was literally kidnapped by fellow interns from a "tribe" team, and was forced to spend countless hours in “jail” where the only light was a red strobe and the only food was a pack of strawberry Poptarts. While I knew it was all a game, an adult version of playing war with childhood friends, the experience was upsetting and disturbing. Another mandatory retreat is a three-day fast during which interns abstain from food and many from speaking as well, and alternate between group teaching sessions and personal “quiet time.” For those not raised in Christian culture, "quiet time" is time spent one-on-one with God through Bible reading, prayer and journaling. The retreat is intended to create an experience in which interns are freed of distractions by sacrificing their comfort for the opportunity to hear God’s voice.

I was 16 years old when I joined the Honor Academy. I’ve been told that in recent years Teen Mania has enforced a minimum age requirement to prevent this, but during my year there were three of us who had graduated high school early, thus making us exceptionally young interns. During the first few days of Honor Academy, interns are interviewed by staff members who determine what on-campus job interns will receive. I was given an administrative role managing "debit cards." An integral part of the Honor Academy is accountability, which means having an accountability partner on campus from whom you seek advice and prayer, and filling out weekly “debit cards.” On these cards interns indicate if they’ve had daily quiet times and attended church, and if they’ve skipped any classes or work days. Each intern is responsible for truthfully answering these questions and allowing the organization to hold them accountable. Receiving points on your debit cards resulted in things like loss of off-campus privileges. Again, it is self-reported, so the organization maintains that interns are in essence inviting them to provide accountability. I spent the first several months as the "debit queen" and absolutely hated it. When I found out that the nurse’s aide had been dismissed for engaging in a romantic relationship, which is strictly forbidden, I requested to be transferred into her position. I held that job for the remainder of the Honor Academy.

There are several other factors of the internship worth noting, some of which were addressed in the expose. Interns pay to participate in the Honor Academy. They live in one of four dormitories on campus. These dormitories are gender segregated. Each dorm room has two three-high bunk beds down one wall and six small open faced closets down the other. There is a community bathroom and one community phone in each wing of the dormitory. Unless an intern owns a cell phone, this is the only phone that can be used to call off campus for non-work related purposes. The phone sits on the floor of the hallway, can only be used for 15 minutes at a time, and requires a calling card for long distance calls. Every morning interns are required to participate in one hour of corporate exercise before dawn, and one hour of quiet time. All interns eat in the campus cafeteria, where meal options are usually cheap, processed foods. Texas is extremely cold in winter and extremely hot in the summer, and the lack of climate control in the offices and dorms is a regular complaint. There is a very strict dress code for women, specifying the length of shorts and dresses, and how tightly clothing should fit. Women aren't allowed to show any midriff or cleavage even when bending or sitting. Dating and flirting of any kind is prohibited, and should anyone perceive you to be flirting with someone of the opposite gender, it is up to the staff’s discretion whether you should be allowed to interact with that person going forward.

By the end of my first year I certainly had concerns and reservations about the experience, but decided to stay a second year with the Ministry Team, a graduate program for interns touring with Acquire the Fire. Graduate interns pay to work during this year as well, and are either on the production side of the event as actors, musicians, or technical staff, or are on the administrative side of the event in logistics or merchandise. I was assigned the job of Assistant Merchandising Manager, a role that is now a paid position within the organization.

During my Ministry Team year, I lived on a tour bus with two dozen people. Because there were only a handful of beds on the bus, we shared bunks and took turns sleeping. We weren’t allowed to use the bathroom on the bus, so we had to wait and use public restrooms every four hours when we’d pull off the highway. On several occasions, usually for weeks at a time, our bus broke down so we lived in an old school bus, the yellow kind with hard brown seats and no climate control. Each weekend we pulled into a new city and worked dawn till dusk setting up and running the event, and then packing it back up. These were no small events. We’re talking about huge athletic stadiums with thousands of attendees. Big name Christian bands and speakers flew in to participate. We stayed with host families in each city. Sometimes I had great host families who spoiled us with home cooked meals, a nice change from our mid-week fast food diet with a $7 daily food allowance. Sometimes I had terrible host families, like when slept on the floor of a woman's house in the Atlanta projects next to her two small children. She told us stories about her abusive husband who was in jail for molesting their daughter. I witnessed a drive-by down the street my first night there. Host churches are responsible for the interns’ meals at the venue during the event. Sometimes that responsibility got lost in translation and we’d wind up living off of snack platters.

In hindsight, what they did with our team was quite incredible. We were two dozen young people with no advanced education or developed skill sets, and yet they trained us in less than two months to build professional quality stages, sound and lighting, to put on elaborate dramas and concerts with pyrotechnics. As a 17-year-old, I was training hundreds of volunteers each week to run merchandising tables, overseeing sales and inventory, and functioning as a personal assistant to my boss, the event manager. I also took on an additional role of giving the on stage push for Compassion International, a partnering organization that matches sponsors with needy children in developing countries. There I was on stage in front of thousands of people telling them about my little Zubeda in Tanzania, who I continue to support today. These are some of the positives that came from the experience. At a fundamental level, the whole thing was wrong; so, so wrong. But the silver lining was the hands on education and experience, and the opportunity to travel all over the country.

At the end of my graduate year, Ron Luce rounded up the team and gave us a pep talk about how he knew we’d had an exceptionally hard tour that year, that he knew many of us were frustrated and angry, but reminded us that we’d done something good and worthy. He warned us that when we left Teen Mania people wouldn’t understand what we’d done with the last two years of our lives, but assured us that if we maintained the standards instilled in us by Teen Mania, we’d continue to progress in our spiritual lives. I hated him. I hated every word that was coming out of his mouth. I was so angry. I felt so used up and empty.

My mom flew out for the graduation ceremony and we traveled back to California together. I remember sitting in the car with her on the way to the airport and staring at her from the passenger seat feeling like I was having a deja vu from some former life. I repeated in my head, “This is my mom. I have a mom. I’m going home. That’s where I am from.” I realize that sounds incredibly bizarre and there will be people who shared my experience at Teen Mania who sharply contest this. During those two years I’d been home to visit twice, I spoke on the phone with my mother on a weekly basis, and I hadn’t necessarily felt isolated at the time. After two years of intensity, overstimulation, and constant oversight and critique, nothing outside of Teen Mania felt real.

All of that being said, I am still unsure whether to take a strong stance in opposition of Teen Mania. In my mind, doing two years with Teen Mania was like doing two years with the military. I willingly enlisted myself knowing a specific mentality and lifestyle would be expected from me and engrained in me. When a young man fresh out of high school heads off to boot camp and is trampled through muddy trenches as interns are in ESOAL, nobody says the government is manipulating, indoctrinating or abusing him even though all of those things are true. The military needs that boy to become a soldier, to have a like mind, to serve a purpose that has nothing to do with him and everything to do with his employer. Is Teen Mania wrong for doing the same thing just because it has a Jesus stamp on it? The use of religion as a form of control is as old as time. I suppose what feels so wrong about it is that the experience is pitched as being for the individual when at the end of the day it feels more like a meal ticket for the people running it. Ron Luce, Dave Hasz and Heath Stoner are not saints, they are not anointed, they are not different than the interns who service them. They’re salesmen who are very good at eliciting emotional, financial and physical support.

Over the last couple decades, Ron has grown this organization into a multimillion dollar machine by convincing thousands of young people to pay to work. Sometimes he succeeds in molding these youth into his cookie cutter version of modern Christianity and they go out into the world and perpetuate his version of truth, purity and godliness. Sometimes he breaks them down into depression, faithlessness, and a lost sense of self. I’m thankful that in my own way I have been able to digest the experience and glean positives from it.

To my fellow alumni, all I can say is do not to expect apologies or allow yourself to live like a victim. The staff at Teen Mania firmly believe in what they are doing and in the experience they are selling. Be honest with yourself, process your experience as it was unique to you, and if you decide it sits well with your soul that’s okay. If it doesn’t, grow forward from that place knowing exactly what you do not want to be. For me, in my own life and in my own faith, Teen Mania is not what I want to be.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Loving these major falls deals!

This is what happens when I go to discount fashion stores in search of supplies for my Halloween cakepops... Sometimes they have festive sprinkles and such in their baking section and I was having a hard time tracking down a couple of things.

But seriously, come on now, how could I not! Literally two fall seasons have come and gone as I have hunted for reasonably priced boots like these - Riding boots generally run $300+. I found this pair by Chinese Laundry on clearance for $70 at Nordstrom Rack (their store on 9th in SF is stellar!). And this blouse? It was meant to be! I walked up to the baking isle and blam! There is was hanging from a rack of pans, size Medium, oh so Kimberly in bone and sparkle with a clearance tag of $15. It would have been a crime not to take it home. And if it helps my case, I did buy sprinkles too.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween!

I'm usually far more fun for Halloween than I was this year. Between feeling a little under the weather and work having been extra intense the last couple of weeks, I just didn't get into it. That being said, you know I never pass up an opportunity for holiday baking! A handful of us ladies at the brewery decided to dress up for work, and I couldn't help but add to the festivities by treating them to cakepops

Sunday I stayed in my jammies all day, cooked sourdough french toast, sipped mimosas, watched "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown," and baked. Despite not feeling so great, it was pretty ideal.

I found some fun decorating ideas online, which were harder than I expected, thanks to the major fail that is Wilton edible ink pens, but I managed to knock out a bunch worth sharing. If I was going to do these designs again I'd probably cut out stencils for the jack-o-lanterns and use cake graffiti spray. For the eyeballs, it would have been easier to toothpick on red food coloring and let dry, or even pipe on really thin lines of red chocolate.

Spice cake pumpkins, White cake eyeballs and mummies

Friday, October 28, 2011

Michael's Coupons

I am by no means an extreme couponer. In fact, I didn't really start using coupons until Safeway began their "Just for U" campaign, which allows customers to go online and attach coupons to their club card. The only store I really hunt down discounts for is Michael's, because being crafty sure is expensive!

I'm not sure if it's the approaching holidays or if they just love me that much, but Michael's is running a ton of great sales in-store and putting out some serious coupons. Yesterday I walked into their Colma store armed with a lengthy shopping list and a "20% off entire purchase" coupon, and walked out an hour later with $90 worth of goodies for $50. Heck yes. Picture frames are 40% off, baskets are 50% off, .59c paper is 4/$1, ribbon is on various %-off sales depending on size and type... and so much more. It's too bad none of my Halloween cakepop supplies were on sale, but I hardly minded spending $8.99 on an edible ink pen set when I was scoring so big on everything else!

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

High School Reunion

Ten years - holy moly. Well, technically 11.5, but that's only because I tested out half way through my junior year and high tailed it to Dallas. I decided that, while I could have attended the reunion for 2000, I'd rather attend the 2001 reunion since that was supposed to be my graduating class. Since I'm single, I dragged Jennie along, who was also class of 2001 but hadn't bought tickets. Most of our friends opted not to go but we wound up at a table with a good bunch.

 My hot date!

Entry table and a group shot of our table

Two of my classmates and their wives