Airshow II

I don’t think I’ll EVER learn the lesson. 1. California heat is dry. 2. Just because you’re not sweating bullets, that doesn’t mean you’re not losing water. 3. Hydrate. Hydrate. Hydrate. For some reasons, I keep thinking I’m a fucking camel every time. I don’t know why. And yes, once again, after a day baking in the Oxnard sun without much water, yours truly has that dehydration headache + fever thing. Not as bad as before though because this little outting was completely devoid of alcohol…unlike last year’s mead + sun at Renaissance Faire. Fortunately for me, Miller was the...
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Airshow I

Some pictures off of my camera phone from today’s Point Mugu’s airshow. I uploaded while watching the show too. That goes to tell you how dedicated I am to my Moblogging. But nobody’s saw the pictures yet…so I’m a little bummed. Dammit. And I was so vigilant about sending them photos over! 😉 More pictures from our brand spanking new camera will be added to that. And I’ll blog the full story tomorrow. As for now, 12 hours since we left the house, we hath returned. A little bit too much sun, very full bellies, and very very sore feet....
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McCluttered

My twin sister from another life KorBua tagged me again. And like a good twin sister from another life, I obliged. The Rule: Take a picture of your desktop Explain your desktop in the way that others would come to understand who you are, what you do and what you enjoy. Yes. It looks like my desk exploded. So, there you go. First thing about me, I am absolutely not a neat freak. 🙂 And secondly, yes the date/time stamp is totally off. We keep forgetting to replace the back-up batteries for the inner working of the camera. Every time...
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Linking the past

Here’s a photo of my grandfather I found online while doing a little bit of research. He’s the one saluting. And next to that, the border marker that in 1940-1942 defined the line between Thailand and Combodia. The correlation? My grandfather, General Mangkorn Phromyothi, saluted the prime minister at the time, P. Phibunsongkram during the French-Thai war of 1940. Wikipedia has a version of the full story, but essentially my grandfather kicked some French ass and got a piece of Cambodia back to our side. Hence, the removal of the markers which one is at my home and the other...
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