Life as we know it

Coworkers congregated in my cubicle over some chocolate covered almonds. “Have you seen Oakley’s article in the Daily Breeze?” Coworker #1 referred to my 15 seconds of fame. “No,” Coworker #2. CW#1 continued to tell CW#2 about Temple of Fresh & Easy blog. CW#2 snorted.  “Who has time for that kind of thing?” And of course, CW#2 ranted on about how he doesn’t have time to do the Facebook or “such nonsense” because of his busy social schedule, implying along the way that folks who do those things don’t really have a life. That did it. Seriously, I am getting...
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Love. Labor. Loss.

LOVE On Saturday, two major events for me that set the happy tone for the rest of the long weekend. First, the Trojans kicked Virginia’s butt up and down the field 52-7 which put the team in #1 spot in AP poll.  Watching Mark Sanchez, our new quarterback, TACKLED some dude to block for his running back (tailback?) was just awesome. Still high on the Trojan spirit, Brandon and I flit up to town for the wedding of our friend Elan to her beau Chris.  The wedding took place at the beautiful hidden gem of Wilshire Ebell.  Elan actually used...
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And the papers today

…do not tell of war or of waste, but about a fan blog called Temple of Fresh & Easy. Yes, sirree! Finding Nirvana at Salad Bin ran in the Business Casual Column in the Torrance Daily Breeze today. (Folks reading this 2 weeks from now may not see the link. I’ll be sure to post a PDF later.) Thanks, Muhammed again for coming down to my humble abode last week! ETA: Muhammed also posted my picture on his blog and described me as “vivacious”.  That’s the biggest word anybody has ever used to describe me!  😀 Photo by Muhammed El-Hasan....
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The way you move

“Make a letter U with your butt is how I can best describe this,” explained Adrienne on how to do that go-go dips to our Burlesque class of 4 tonight at Moondance Studios. “I don’t move so well at 71,” the lady in the front joked. “Oh, come on. You’re not that old,” Adrienne encouraged her more. “I’m serious!” “Adrienne, my mom is REALLY 71,” The other lady answered.  She looked like she’s in her late 40s if not early 50s. Jaws dropped around the room. “I’m the 5th child,” the Daughter said. “Out of 6.” I am so serious,...
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