I’m here. I’m here. It’s been a busy week. And it’s only going to get busier. But I want to drop by. I will have pictures from Renaissance Pleasure Fair posted soon. My company holds a monthly board meeting for our investors. With our history, something usually goes wrong either during the preparation or before the event at some point. So when nothing went wrong yesterday or this morning during our set up, our team was still visibly tensed. We were ALL waiting for the other shoe to drop. Some shit is going to hit the fan. Some shit is...
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1. My review and my raise. I didn’t think I had the gut to chase after a raise originally. And I did. And here we are. 2. My friend Nick (aka Big Nick) graduated from USC School of Architecture on Friday. I still remember the first time he talked to me about going to USC. Of course, I cheered him on. At the end of the month, he’s moving to Aspen, Colorado, to work at a firm he’s worked at over the summer. 3. I reconnect with my former best friend Jen. On Saturday, while waiting for Brandon and his...
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1 a.m. and I’m not in bed. Wow. I’m all wired. Partly from 2/3 of a massive blue cheese and bacon burger and fries at Hennessey’s. Too full. Partly from a pint and a half of Bass (Brandon didn’t finish his). Too full-er…and a little buzzed. And why the celebration? I had my performance review. It was stella. And I got a raise. Yey....
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I suddenly remembered that I have an appointment with my ophthalmologist next month to follow up on my dry eyes. God, I can hardly WAIT to get back into contact lenses (although I do LOVE my kick ass geeky New Balance transition lenses glasses)! I was going to take the afternoon of June 1 off to take Brandon in for the vasectomy appointment anyway, so I changed my appointment to earlier in the afternoon so I can just take one day off. When I told Nhien about the appointment, this is the conversation that followed: Nhien: So you’re going to...
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Don’t get us wrong. We like kids. As long as they go home to their parents at the end of the day. Brandon is turning 34 this year and he still can’t stand baby cries. I’m turning 30 (Eeeek!), and I start to feel the pull of the biological clock. Yeah, babies are suddenly cute. Like our niece Morgan Claire. But then, she cries. Yesterday I was at Target looking at cards, and I suddenly found myself surrounded by probably a 4 year old and a 2 year old boys and their mom. One was whining about something and the...
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6:30 a.m. These lushes were hanging out outside the local dive bar. 8:00 a.m. Finally I checked out the picture of the Metro Blue Line crash last night. I would’ve been on that train if I didn’t get a ride home with my coworker. Ouch....
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