I don't know about you, but I've heard countless rumors about the dreaded red line going up your arm and to your heart and basically killing you. Rereading that sentence, it's funny because it sounds so absurd. However, when you have a massive spider bite on your wrist that has swollen to twice its normal size and you really do have a red line going up your forearm, it's not so funny anymore. And I'm not one to freak out over common medical ailments - but this freaks me out. Thankfully, a very cool Kaiser advice nurse calmed me down and got me in to see a doctor later tonight. She says the bite has most likely produced a small infection in my body and not to worry over any rumors I've heard about the big, bad red line. It will be just fine.

On Saturday night, as Adrian and I were walking my brother and his family back to their hotel in Union Square, we noticed a Muni bus, full of people, that was pulled to the side with "Emergency - please call 911" flashing over and over in the space where it would usually say the destination and bus number. It was quite disturbing as the bus didn't look like it needed assistance, so in our quest to do something, we waited and watched just to make sure - eventually, there was a homeless-looking man who got off the bus and started yelling at the driver from the sidewalk, but he didn't seem threatening enough to warrant the flashing "emergency" notice. We walked on. The bus ended up leaving, though I'm not sure if it changed its sign - we were already at the hotel by that time. Perhaps the driver had hit the "emergency" button by accident or perhaps there really was an emergency and we didn't do anything to stop it. I never know what to do in those types of situations. I hope I didn't fail some sort of test.

I know, I know...I hear you grumbling that I haven't written in awhile. I grumble at myself. And the funny thing is that when I'm checking all the other blogs each morning, I always check mine - as if someone besides me will have gotten so sick of my Terminator blog that they'll hack into Blogger and write something new to entertain you all.

I really do try to write everyday, but then everyday I sit and think, "I have nothing exciting to say." And I know what I say doesn't always have to be exciting or as thought-provoking as Anderson's thug blog, but it needs to be somewhat interesting.

So, let's see...interesting...

Well, last night I had my first softball game with my work team. We have cool-looking jerseys (paid for by my company) with our names on the back and "Twins" on the front as we are the Thomson Twins. I played Left Center for two innings as I was substituting with another girl and the game only went five innings. I got to attack one long grounder and I got to strike out at my one time at bat. There are such weird rules in slow-pitch softball. Like each batter starts with 1 stirke and 1 ball - and if a guy walks, he gets two bases. Weird, I know. Our first opponent was a rogue team made up of other people from my company who got mad that a team had been started and they weren't on it. They thought they were going to cream us since they had been practicing twice a week and they started off the first inning with 6 runs. But being that they are the "Brew Crew" (you can imagine these guys, I know you can...guys who still think they're 23, 24...drinking brewskies (no thoughts of scotch or vodka crossing their minds) before and after the game), *wow...I just did a parenthetical statement inside of a parenthetical statement* they lost - big-time! 17 to 9 we won. It was very cool to play, but even better to actually win.

In other news, my older brother and his family are coming up for the weekend and I am so excited to see them all. (Well, mainly my niece, but she can't drive yet so I get them all.) We're going to a Giants game and then all around the city. Should be fun.

As cheesy as it may sound, Terminator 3 was one of the better movies I've seen this year.