Would Our Forefather's Be Proud?

Fourth of July weekend was about the nation’s birthday and my recovery from my second cold/flu, whatever. I teetered on the brink of yet another Upper Respiratory thingy within the first week of work much to my frustration. My aunt explained a starting a new job, like starting kindergarten. All new germs. And in her estimation I was going to get sick twice before settling in to the new atmosphere. So hopefully now that the second is over, I am sufficiently armed.

My parents and Du came in for the Holiday weekend.

We hung around for my new couch (which is now no longer available--so I either have horrible or really good taste) on Saturday which was bigger than I remember, but lovely and comfortable and goes with the direction of my apartment, can’t wait for someone to visit and sit on it too! Here's a picture, but mine is a deep red, not wine red, and not bright red.

We went to Pluto’s for yummy salads (one of my favorite things about SF v. East Coast and Midwest) and for a dessert at

Squat and Gobble (mom and I shared a Nutella, Strawberry and Chocolate crepe) and Dad found a new brownie that he loves.

And big accomplishment for me, more important than even my energy bill… I got my library card. Nerd, I know.

But it was meant to be as I got my card and immediately found a new Queen Elizabeth book I haven’t read before and a new copy of Persopolis, which I’ve been dying to read. And now I can finally save some money. Like other people buy coffee, my addiction is airport bookstores/shelves, especially with all the travel I’ve been doing lately.

My mom’s close friend, who just started a new social networking site, Woo Me Over, came on Saturday for a visit. We all went shopping for a new Japanese futon (for all you visitors) for me after I woke up on Saturday and was sleeping on the ground, having gone through my 3^rd air mattress in a year. While we were driving around we attempted to go to BiRite Creamery (no parking for 20 minutes, so no success).

Sunday, I was quite a bit run down. Had to cancel lunch with IMC classmate, Shaun (we’re rescheduled for the week though). And I had really wanted to make my way to the Fillmore Jazz Festival, a street fair with live Jazz, but instead took advantage of having my parents around and spent the day in recovery.