DSC02797 Originally uploaded by theoakmonster. The Phromyothis celebrated New Year’s Eve in style. Wish I was there! (But soon, with the magic of Photoshop, I shall be there too!!) More on the Flickr album. And yep, my mom is doing fantastically! She loves being at home. Her friends also appreciate the ample parking and freedom to hang out and be as loud as they want. Hehehe....
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You know what I was going to say about this weekend? Of course you do. Fan. Fucking. Tastic! Well, except for the death of Mario Danelo. Everything else has been fabulous. First of all, I went running on Friday. Well, I did “run” for 10 minutes straight at 3.2 (or was it 3.7??) speed before I started to run out of breath. That really surprised me given that the last time I tried to run, I ran out breath in the first 5 minutes. The machine is making me keep a pace, so that helps a bunch. I know I...
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In my USC college football watching career, I have never seen anybody else kick off all the way to the other end zone on almost every kick they way you did.RIP Mario Danelo. You’ve made us Trojans very proud. Mario Danelo is congratulated by teammate Michael McDonald (16) after kicking one of three field goals against Cal in the fourth quarter at the Coliseum on Nov. 18. (Wally Skalij / LAT)...
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1. New Year’s Eve in Southern California was positively gorgeous. The weather was mild. Not a cloud in the sky. I haven’t been looking up at the sky that much, to tell you the truth. My life has recently been consisted off getting on the bus just as the sun comes up, leaving the building for lunch amidst Downtown LA’s highrises, and getting home after the sun has gone to sleep. But last Sunday, I looked toward the Big Blue. I have never felt so small. All of the sudden, I realized how big the sky is and how far...
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“I’ll be here” That’s the best 3 words I’ve heard this year so far!...
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…and some of the new too. Folks. Our fridge is, for now, officially dead. Monday morning, as I stumbled out of the bathroom after all the vomiting, in search for a glass of lightly iced water, I opend the freezer to find water dripping from the ice dispenser. (We have a built in ice maker but we didn’t have the water hook up in this apartment. So Brandon has been buying chipped ice to put in the ice storage.) I poked at the Jimmy Dean frozen breakfast sandwich in the door compartment. The biscuit was soft. The box frozen peas...
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