Archive for November, 2006

Post Wedding Things

So I’m in the process of changing my address for things. I suppose many couples live together before getting married, but it wasn’t the case for me. I lived in the city where I worked, so I tried to live there for as long as I could.

At any rate, it was pretty easy to change my credit card and mobile phone address because I would just write it on the back of the return slip when I paid my bills. Now comes the harder part. That pretty much entails everything else.

Today I was looking up how to change the address on record for the DMV and for my vehicle registration. You can get this form, fill it out and mail it in. However, you need to fill separate ones for your vehicle registration and your mailing address for regular things. You can also change the info online although I don’t carry my VIN with me so I can only change my DL address. Better than nothing! Note that they do not send a new driver’s license or id card to you.

If you want to change your name on your DL, you’ll need to show up in person to the DMV, take a new picture and pay a fee (of course) of $20.

Oh hey, you can also have it update your voter registration too. Yay, one less form to fill out.

Hmm… what’s next?

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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A New Gym

So I went climbing on Sunday to check out a new gym in the suburbs. It’s pretty close to where I live now and takes half the time to get there as opposed to MC. Anyways, there are a lot of routes and also very tall climbs. Not too shabby.

Climbed 5 routes: 5.8, 10a, 10c, 5.9, 5.8. Took it easy that day.

Scarf Girl, signing off.


Suburbia Chronicles: Parking Galore

So the one thing I do love about the suburbs is the abundance of parking. In the city, if you want to dine at a busy area, you could be circling for 30 minutes and still not find a parking space. As for the subs, at least they have giant parking lots or garages where you will find your space eventually, if it takes 5-10 minutes tops.

Of course, if you go to any of the shopping centers during lunch, you may be out of luck as you’re competing with tons of nearby workers. And when I say nearby, I mean withing 10-15 minutes driving distance. I suppose most of these workers aren’t restricted to the 1 hour lunchtime as it would take them 20-30 minutes just to get to the restaurant!

Scarf Girl, signing off.


Suburbia Chronicles

Now that I’ve moved to the suburbs, I’ve noticed differences here and there. I suppose I’ll probably complain, praise, or otherwise on my blog whenever something comes up.

So, the first thing I will write about (besides commuting) is the suburban Bay Area where many suburbanites that I know live in some form of housing community.

These housing communities have at least one pool and hot tub, and some have exercise facilities. Often, you get at least 1 garaged parking space, and any roomates or SOs must park outside in the many available spaces.

In addition, you have several locations throughout the community where your mailbox lives. You have to go outside your home and bring your mailbox key in order to get the mail. AND if you don’t check your mail for a few days because you’re lazy or it’s inconvenient, you’ll get enough mail in there to possibly wedge up to the lever which allows the door to open. Sucks. We managed to get our mail out by sticking a piece of cardboard and moving the obstructive piece of mail.

There is an upside to suburban postal service. Outgoing mail. Yep. That might not seem like a big deal, but how cool is it not to have to hunt down the blue box to send a letter? I asked J once where I could find a mailbox. His reply was, “The post office?” Then when I said I wanted to mail a letter, he just pointed to the outgoing mail slot next to his mail box. *shock* “Cool! You mean, you put your mail there and they take it for you?”

What will I discover next?

Scarf Girl, signing off.


Commuting Sucks: Another Caltrain Adventure

Today it’s trip took over 2 hours although it’s hard for me to quantify the exact time as I made a stop to fill up the car and also to a dry cleaners before heading over to the train station.

Because of my pitstops, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to take the bullet train, so I took a train that was about 70 minutes. Add that to muni, which was REALLY slow today, and you have 2+ hour commute.

Now, I understand the need to live in the suburbs if you want to own any property, which means you’ll have to commute. The thing is, how much of a commute is worth it? I mean, it’s your free time that you eat away every day sitting in a car/train/bus.

By the time you get home from work, you have to prepare dinner, then eat, and then clean up. Before you know it, it’s time to shower up and go to sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat. So how much is too long of a commute?

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Commuting Sucks: 1st Caltrain Adventure

Today I tried another way to commute to the city for work. I decided to drive to one of the Baby Bullet stops and just hop on the train. Of course, I learned that there’s more involved than just that.

I looked up on Google Maps that it would take around 11 minutes to drive to the station. I left at a decent time so that I would still be able to have about 5-10 minutes before the train arrived.

It ended up taking around 15 minutes to get to the parking lot. I went to an open lot but all the spaces were filled up, so I had to exit the lot and make my way into the parking garage. I had to drive around a few minutes before I could find a space. All the while, I could hear the bells of the train barriers sounding off, indicating that it was too late to catch the Bullet.

Then I notice these parking kiosks, which told me that I had to pay for parking, a fact that I didn’t know. I open up my wallet to fish out the $2, but I only had a $5 bill. OF COURSE, the machine only takes exact change. Luckily, I had some “emergency money” in my bag in the form of two $1 bills.

By the time I found the money, bought the parking ticket and put it on my car’s dashboard, I got down just in the nick of time to see the barrier go down for the train regular train that arrived 5 minutes later. Once the train came to a stop, I thought the barrier would go up so we could walk behind the train and board, but NO… I had to wait and watch from across the tracks while people boarded and sped away. *sigh*

The next train wasn’t scheduled to arrive for about 30 minutes AND it would end up taking 10-15 minutes longer. So I got up early for nothing today. *hmph* Well, I hadn’t yet gotten my 10-pass validated yet, so I probably would’ve gotten busted for that.
I’m going to try again tomorrow. I’ve already got my $2 ready for the parking kiosk and I know where to get my 10-pass valiadated. Maybe I’ll buy a monthly pass next month so I can be like those other folks who parked their car and made a mad dash for the train.

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Commuting Sucks

Now that I’ve moved to the ‘burbs, I have to commute to work. Eek. Never before have¬† I lived outside of the city where I worked. Public transportation was practically outside my front door. I would walk to the train stop, ride the train, get off the train, and walk 5-10 minutes to my office. This routine lasted me 3 jobs.

Oh how great public transportation is. Sure, you kinda get stuck in a tunnel once in a while, but for all the years that I was able to ride the train for a mere $35-$45 a month, it was pretty sweet.

Now the challenge for me is, how do I get myself to work without:
1) Going on a shooting rampage from all the sucky drivers making me crazy.
2) Taking 2 hours via public transit.
3) Driving.
Luckily my job is allowing me to work from home a few days a week. However, on those other days, what’s a girl to do? I’ve tried driving in twice already and both times it’s taken an hour. Yuck. Traffic. You may see the beginnings of “Scarf Girl Adventures: Commuting.”
Scarf Girl, signing off.


Back on My Feet

So after a week of being sick, I’ve still got this cough that comes along with the phlegm (yeah, I know, TMI). I don’t know how to get rid of it! Oh well, I know I’ve had it in the past and it will eventually go away.

I’ve slowly been doing the “after the wedding happens” stuff, which I’d say takes about a month. What does that entail? Well, a short list goes something like this:

1) Unwrap and catalog wedding gifts. (fun but time-consuming)
2) Return any gifts that you don’t need or were duplicated. (is it really bad to buy a gift off the registry that’s been already purchased?)
3) Put away gifts. (cuz suddently, you have twice as many household goods as you had before)
4) Write thank you cards.
5) Go through all of the pictures that you receive from friends/photographers and post them somewhere for everyone to see.
6) Figure out where to put all your stuff. (if you’ve just moved in after the wedding)
7) Open safety deposit box. (If you’re Chinese and your family is somewhat old school, chances are you recieved jewelry that you’re not like likely to wear often. Best to store it some place safe!)
8) Open joint bank account. (If you don’t already have one. This is good for all the checks and cash that you received from the wedding. It’s good to start off a wedding with a healthy bank account to pay the bills!)
I suppose I’m not quite out of the woods yet, but at least the pressure’s off. Time to use my new coffee press and make a cup of tea to drink out of my new cups.

Scarf Girl, signing off.


The Worst Wedding Gift

So after months of prepping and hours of sleep lost, the wedding weekend went off pretty much as planned. Only a few hitches here and there and a few “what do we do?” moments. Overall, seems as though everybody had fun and I didn’t turn crazy. Yay.

Well, after rifling through most of the presents, here’s my opinion on the worst wedding “gift” that I received:¬† A cold. Yep. Germs.

Monday morning when I woke up, I had a scratchy throat and the sniffles. It progressed into a sore throat, fever, and cold on Tuesday. Wednesday, the fever went away but the nose blowing and coughing began. Today I’m feeling much better, but still am coughing.

Oh well, not all presents can be winners!

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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