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Yes. I am a public transportation spoiled brat. Is it so bad that I LOVE my express bus? One direct shot from Huntington Beach to Downtown Los Angeles and back. The plush-ish bus with friendly driver and decent human beings for passengers. People are friendly on the bus. Everyone seems to know everyone else. All the regulars, including myself, exchange phone numbers with each other just in case they’d need to hold the bus or to find out if the bus was late, etc. Oh yes, indeed. I am so spoiled. I guess when the monthly pass is $128 or...
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No, that’s not a name of a quaint little town in the south of England. That was me this morning in my tennis class. Yes, folks. After nearly 20 years of playing tennis–well, I haven’t played regularly for the past 13 but who’s really counting–this was the first time I got hit the face by a tennis ball. Right on my nose and upper lip, y’all. I had Angelina Jolie upper lip all morning. Brandon said it wasn’t bad, but I could feel my fat lip. It has finally gone down to a level I’m comfortable with. So, today’s class...
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So, after I blogged yesterday, I finally was tired enough to take a nap. And then, there was this dream, obviously stemming from my spending entirely too much time at work these past few days. [Enter dream sequence] Celeste called me on my cell phone. “Big Boss wants you to dye the bunnies.” “What?” “The white bunnies. He wants you to dye them for Easter.” “I’m not going dye the bunnies! Are you fucking kidding?” [And at some point between here and the next scene I was suddenly in my cubicle and Celeste was standing there.] “But he really wants...
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First, regrets. Zidane apologizes for his behavior, but has no regrets. I don’t blame him. With all the dramatics those Italian boys put on, I’m sure they hold no punches when it comes to smack talking. But, it’s unreal to see a guy lost it like that in such an important game!! Second, lack of sleep. Nhien and I were at work at 10 p.m. last night. No dinner break. A few handful of Cheez-Its sustained us for a while. We were prepping for the event we had this morning which included moving 4 car loads of gift bags and...
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Italy. You rock. Technically, your defense did not let up. Sure, Zidane got the penalty kick for what many of us thought was a bad call. But that wasn’t because you, the great wall of Napoli, failed. Materazzi’s header was indeed spectacular. But to tell you the truth, France did play better in the second half. Italy was hanging back, holding down the fort but never really makes the good move forward. France kept beating down the door but didn’t get very far, obviously. Half way through the overtime, with Zidane in the game, I thought for sure France would...
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