Christmas passed away a few weeks ago. What we heard last was that her kidneys had shut down and she refused to eat. Brandon’s mom failed to update us later that they put her down soon after that report. She was 16 years old. RIP Christmas. You will forever be Brandon’s favorite kitten....
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Brandon and I went to see Jumper at the Los Cerritos Center on Sunday. (Yes, even after I spent the entire day before in the theater, I willingly went back. Just don’t give me any popcorn.) We dutifully sat through the previews. (Yey, Indiana Jones!) The movie finally begun. Just after Hayden Christiansen’s character trudged home soaking wet after his first “jump”, about 5 minutes in, the little lights through out the theater started to flash brightly. A voice came on to tell us that there is an emergency and everyone please calmly exit the building through the emergency exits...
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It’s beautiful outside. So Cal is having a summer weekend again. Brandon is out and about. But here I am at home. I told you my boss has this coughing cold, right? Of course, I caught it. I was at the office until 9 p.m. last night with a cold in development. I was staying late in hopes that I would get most of the prep work for the Wednesday conference done so I don’t have to go in today or on Monday. I don’t really remember eating the giant cobb salad Brandon brought home for me. I however remember...
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In that order for the evening. First, food. Valentine’s Day voluntary potluck tradition at the office continues under my watch. I haven’t heard much discussion of who is bringing what this year, which usually mean that table in our tiny break room is going to be PACKED with stuff. It always happens that way. All I know is Celeste is bringing a chocolate cream pie. And I just put my champagne brie fondue in the fridge. I stopped at home to hunt down a fondue recipe before I went grocery shopping. Brandon, recovering from a mini strep throat (poor baby),...
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Because Olaina loves me, last night she called me while in the major chain grocery store just to let me know that 6-pack of Guinness are on sale. Because somehow I have become a wayward future alcoholic, my thought on the Guinness news was that I didn’t have any space in my fridge so perhaps I should start making room by drinking some beer in there. Because I actually still love my liver and sanity, I did not follow through with that thought. After all, there is still 1/3 jar of Mai Tai chilling in the fridge. (Anyone wants to...
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Of course you know how us Southern Californians are weather wussies. For the past month, we had the coldest and wettest of winters we had in a while. You know, may be 5 days of rain and temperature of mid-high 50s during the day. Then Friday arrived with the low 70s. Saturday was practically spring. And today is just like any other summer day. You know just how warm it is going to get by how quickly the beautiful and snowy San Gabriel mountains–thanks to the recent storms–disappears from my neighborhood’s horizons, swallowed up by the wall of haze and...
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