Jake’s dog-walking service
Jake’s dog-walking service
Great Highway across from the Beach Chalet
At Great Highway and Sloat Blvd
Great Highway on the way up to Skyline Blvd
Any SF natives recognize these puppies? There were three giant Doggie Diner heads in a big red wagon parked across from Java Beach over the weekend.
They painted this wall mural on the outside wall of this new restaurant opening up where vegan Feel Real used to be on the corner of 45th & Judah. It’s at least 8 or 9 feet tall.
According to Wii Fit… Mii Fat.
One day I was driving my yellow jeep down Great Highway chasing another yellow jeep…
It happened after the charity golf tournament. Lori and Emily hitched a ride back to the City with me. We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge and approach the toll plaza, but I wasn’t paying attention and ended up in a “FasTrak Only” lane—no toll collector, just a scanner looking for a FasTrak permit on my car. Oops. I zoomed through accepting the fact that several weeks later I can expect a hefty carpool violation ticket in the mail.A couple weeks later the dreaded FasTrack letter arrived. I didn’t want to know how much the fine was. I just wasn’t interested. To this date that piece of mail remains unopened. Several more weeks go by and another FasTrak envelope arrives with “Delinquent” in red ink staring at me. Did I open up this letter? Not right away. I let i t sit on my desk. Two more weeks pass—there are random notes and telpohone numbers covering both back and front of the envelope. Tonight I finally had the courage to open it up. Original fine = $40. (I was expecting something like $200+). Delinquent on top of the fine = $75. And there’s a final due date listed in bold letters, which coincidentally is TODAY!No time to be upset, I scan the letter for a URL hoping I can pay the fine online. It’s my lucky day.
Dispute is an option … Who knew? FasTrack-slackers can dispute violations online. So I write this slick draft (in Notepad), then I copy and paste it in the dispute box. I fail to see the “200 character limit” disclaimer, so my 1000+ character Aly McBeal-like argument gets truncated. I spend another hour trimming that sucker down to exactly 200 characters. This is what I submitted. Verbatim.
I seldom cross the GG Bridge, & I was not clear on Cash/FasTrak & FasTrak Only lanes. However, it was my understanding that a car w/3+ passengers is considered CARPOOL. There were 3 of us, so I thought I was OK passing through that lane. Thanks for your understanding.
When we got to the toll gates,, it was 5 minutes before start of carpool hours. Cross your fingers…
2007 flew by so quickly—didn’t it? … Here to help us ROCKET! the new year is my God son JACOB in a tribute to his dad’s all-time favorite rock guitarist — Phil Collen from Def Leppard. (See photo of Alexis and Phil below)
Tomorrow (Jan 3rd) is a very special day. Big Jake will celbrate his 1st birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BOY!
(Phil & Alexis—Backstage)
On a foggy Wednesday morning, 58,000 gallons of bunker oil spilled into the SF Bay after a ship bashed into a footing of the Bay Bridge. On the follwing Monday, I was walking along Great Highway at Ocean Beach when I came across this handmade sign.
Jake wants to crawl so badly. He’s not quite there yet, but big boy get an A+ for effort!
Jacob can turn over onto his belly really quickly… especially when his favorite video is playing on Uncle D’s iPhone.
Find out what Uncle D has to say about the iPhone, printed in the SF Chronicle Technology section, and SFGate.com Two Cents blog.
Baby Jake, almost 6 months old — picture this kid with a full set of teeth…
Notes to follow…
I joined my sister’s family and the Arquero’s for Hawaiian brunch today at Hukilau on Geary. My 10-year old niece Brit was pretty in pink, and my 5-year old nephew Kyle was looking extra-handsome in his navy blue suit (same one he wore at his pre-school graduation). In less than 10 months, his pants were already floods. He’s growing so fast, and in so many ways. Check this out…
Last year Kyle went through a Brady Bunch phase. From watching the early Brady Bunch episodes, Kyle turned into a tattle-tale. He thinks it’s his duty as the youngest child to be the snitch. So watch your language around this kid. He’s not afraid to get all up in your face with his signature taunt, “Oooh… Shame shame!” That’s not it—but it’s coming…
Kyle = something else
It was a sunny day, so we sat outside. The four kids were at one end of the table goofing off, while the parents and Uncle Dewey (that’s me) drank mojitos and margaritas at the other end. During the conversation I mentioned Flickr. Kyle stopped mid-sentence, turned his head, got out of his seat, walked over to me and said, “Oooh, Shame shame! You said the F word!” I picked him up and sat him on my lap and said, “Oh really. Tell me—what’s the F word?” He whispered in my ear “Flick.” Then he announced to the entire table, “Uncle Dewey said Flick. Shame shame! That’s a bad word.” Brit laughed, “Hell-O! Flick? That is NOT a bad word.” Kyle disagreed with her as usual and stomped back to his seat. Everyone laughed. Cute, huh? Kyle didn’t think so. Almost there…
I heard a faint voice calling, “Unc-le De-wey…” I turned and saw Kyle at the other end of the table staring at me with a serious look on his face. Then I noticed he was holding his right hand just barely visible over the top of the table with his middle finger sticking straight up. I’m thought to myself, “Oh, no, he didn’t!” But oh, yes, he did—the kid flipped me off! As my jaw dropped, Kyle mouthed the word “Flick” and then gave me this smart-alec smirk. He quickly ducked his hand under the table, but it was too late. His mom (my sister, Glad) saw that little finger and screamed, “OMG! Greg, did you see what your son just did?!” Greg dropped his fork. Karen and Gerry LOL’d. Brit, Claudia and Sage giggled. Kyle was looking for someone to high-five. I just sat there—speechless.
When I was five years old, I terrorized the neighborhood on my Big Wheel—similar to the one above, but mine had a brake lever near the right rear wheel and a small compartment behind the seat. I remember putting my Star Trek communicator (walkie-talkie) back there and following my brother down the semi-steep hill near our house. Since Big Wheels were made entirely of plastic, it roared as it picked up speed. I remember going super-fast and pulling on that rear brake halfway down the hill. But instead of slowing down or stopping, I ended up spinning and flipping over and getting thrown from the low 3-wheeled bike. I cried—but not because of the painful scrapes—my Star Trek communicator flew out of the back compartment and smashed into pieces.
For the past seven years, SF has hosted a unique XXX event that involves big kids on Big Wheels speeding down the crookedest street in the world—Lombard Street. I just found out about the event on SFist, though I’m a little late. Maybe next year.
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