Seventh heaven: Suns scorch Lakers in finale
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Jeff Yang of SF Gate writes about Asian desserts…
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2006/04/27/apop.DTL
(I’ve tried everything on that list)
and
George Takei’s TV Squad interview…
http://www.tvsquad.com/2006/04/26/george-takei-the-tv-squad-interview/
George RULES!
I mean really there shouldn’t have even been a Game 6… but Game 7 in Phoenix? Damn.
Tonight my Mom received an award which was given to only 27 people out of 17,000+ who were eligible.
When they announced her name, two rows of people (at least a dozen) stood up and cheered and hooted and hollered for her. She was the only one who had a cheering section and I wasn’t even part of it! (I was taking pictures.)
I’m so happy I was there tonight to celebrate with her.
I’m so proud of her.
…is going through my papers on my desk at work?
My desk may look like a disaster area, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what state I leave my desk in when I leave.
I got to my office this morning and something was amiss. My desk was not the same kind of messy I left it in.
The folder of take-out menus were scattered all over my desk. But mixed in with my other papers. I would NEVER do that to my papers.
So now I want to know who was going through my stuff. Luckily, everything that is confidential is locked up, but I feel violated.
I’m going to resort to locking EVERYTHING up. Or maybe installing a secret web cam.
Ooooops. I was getting in the backseat of the car and putting down a bunch of bags… (to be cont)
(continuing…)
…so the car door was open for a while as I was putting things away and adjusting things.
When I finally finished, I sat back in my seat, reached out and grabbed the door and pulled it toward me.
*THUNK!*
“OW!”
I looked outside of the car and saw Yoshi’s dad standing up and rubbing his head. While I wasn’t paying attention, he had bent over and was cleaning the back tires with Armor All. And his head was in the door area.
OH CRAP! I just shut the door on to Yoshi’s dad’s head. Really, really hard. OMG OMG OMG.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were there! Are you okay?” I kept repeating.
He kept insisting he was fine, but he was still holding his head. I felt REALLY REALLY bad. REALLY. BAD.
Yoshi’s mom asked what was wrong and I said that I had closed the door on Dad’s head. And she laughed. Then Yoshi came to the car and I was still sitting in the back seat, freaking out.
“What’s wrong?” asked Yoshi. Yoshi’s mom repeated what happened. And Yoshi laughed.
Why was everyone laughing? Was I the only one who felt bad?! Maybe cuz I felt the “thunk” of the head, but geez! I told Yoshi to stop laughing and ask if Dad was ok. He kept saying he was.
We went to go pick up Yoshi’s auntie and told the story to her. Yes, you already know her reaction. I hope I never get thunked in the head in the company of these crazy people. Sheesh man.
…I came home, I packed for the weekend, and I drove us up the 5 to the 152 (Pacheco Pass).
Yoshi drove the rest of the way and we got to Yoshi’s parents’ house in SJ around 2am.
To keep me awake during the drive, we had a little 80s sing-along and a mini dance party. Ok so that dance party was really just head-bopping.
Today we head up to SF.
(Sorry stkyrice & aiyahh… we won’t have time to visit this trip!)
HOORAY FOR DORITOS!
Breakfast of champions!
(And later the cause of my tummy ache, I’m sure!)
So I was sitting at my desk, wondering what I was going to do for lunch. I didn’t much feel like going home or going out because it was cold and wet outside. I didn’t feel like ordering in because I just wasn’t that hungry. And I didn’t want to wait.
So I IMed my co-worker downstairs “Can’t decide what to do for lunch.”
How lucky was I when she IMed me back and invited me and my other co-worker to come down and grab some Chinese food they had just ordered for their team!?
WHOO HOO! Free lunch! And it’s already here!
We headed downstairs and helped ourselves to a spread of fried rice, moo shoo chicken, shrimp & asparagus, beef & broccoli, and more. Mmmmmmm!
We came back upstairs and sat down to chat and eat and after I was about 3/4 done with my plate, I put something in my mouth, bit down, and BLECCH! Whatever it was I just ate was YUCK! In front of my co-worker, I spit the once-chewed mouthful of food out into my napkin and went, “GACK! WHAT DID I JUST BITE INTO?”
My co-worker’s eyes widened as she asked, “Are you ok? What happened?”
I was convulsing from the putrid taste lingering in the left side of my mouth. “It tasted like a wet cigarette!” I said. I peeked in my napkin and all I saw was a partially masticated wad of food, and the corner of something slightly gray.
“BLEEECCCHHH!” I said loudly again.
I started spitting back into the napkin, grabbed some tissues and spit in those, too. I just couldn’t get the disgusting aftertaste out of my mouth. Have you ever seen a movie where someone eats something disgusting and lets it fall out of their mouth and starts wiping their tongue with a napkin? That was me with the tissue.
I threw a wad of napkins, food + mystery gross thing, tissue and spit into the trash and reached for my Diet Coke. I really hated to introduce another taste into my mouth, but I really had to wash out whatever taste out of my mouth, or at least try. I downed half the can in one giant gulp.
And I could still taste the yuck. It was about as good as I was going to get.
Right now it’s 2 hours later and I still feel nauseated, feel like my mouth is contaminated by the yuck, for some (surely it’s gotta be related) reason, everything around me smells like feet.
This was SO not worth a free lunch.
I’d rather be hungry. Actually there are a whole lot of things I’d rather be than feeling like this.
UPDATE @ 7:40p: Just got home from work. Of course the first thing I did was brush my teeth/tongue VERY thoroughly. And gargle. A lot.
Still taste the yuck, though.
…about Italy or being back home or work or whatever…
…but I don’t.
:)
So people have been emailing/IMing me letting me know that they received their postcards already!
Yay!
Keep me posted!
I doubt this will post…
(several of my posts from last night got eaten by blogger.)
As long as I can’t be on vacation anymore, there’s really no better place than home.
HOORAY FOR CLEAN SHEETS AND COMFY BED!
HOORAY FOR A NICE SHOWER!
HOORAY FOR LAUNDRY!
Heh.
Just landed at lax. I can’t believe vacation is over and i have to work tomorrow.
On our way home now. I hate pumpkin time. Back at heathrow. Whoa there’s a lot of shopping available in terminal 3.
Spent the last couple of days at our friends’ GORGEOUS home on Lake Como. This is what i call vacation. We go home tomorrow. I
Sitting in piazza della repubblica. Gee it’s hot in the sun. At least i’m sitting tho.
In line to see the statue of david. Oh yeah… Took til today for me to fall down in the streets of italy.
…and why the heck are the keys on the keyboard in different places?
Whatever. We are in Italy, BAY-BEE!
So I had to do my postcard list at the last minute so not all the usual suspects got on the list. Sorry if I left you off… I literally printed out the list right before we walked out the door. Today we went to the Vatican & the post office there was where they got deposited. I had to lick the pope to send those cards. (Well, pope stamps anyway).
Ok. So Rome is amazing.
Tomorrow we leave for Florence. Maybe I will drop another note in later. Maybe not.
And sorry about that London post & how it got cut off. Stupid text messages get shortened. I will fix it eventually.
Anyway, I have got to get back to my vacation so no more blogging for me for the time being!
Omg. I’m in london. I’ve never been in europe before. Heathrow is the most confusing airport i’ve ever been in. We barely sle
…and it means you are NOT supposed to get calls from work!
Bossguy started calling me this morning at 9:10am. (That’s right, I said STARTED.) I was still in bed, because… get this… I’M ON VACATION! That means I am allowed to sleep in!
I ignored the first call, even though it woke me up, but when the second call came 2 minutes later, I figured I should at least go check the voicemail. Because at this point, I couldn’t go back to sleep again.
So I called into voicemail and it was my boss telling me that the temp who is filling in for me can’t turn the computer on. This does not bode well for me being gone an entire week.
Then I called into the office to talk to the temp, who to be fair is not at all dumb or computer illiterate, and see if I could tell what was wrong with it. Since she did all the tricks I would have done, I figured it was just my computer going on strike and wanting a vacation, too. I ended up telling her to call tech support (I had forgotten to tell her what that number was before I left yesterday) and since I didn’t hear back after that, I figured everything was fine.
A few minutes later, Bossguy called me again to ask if everything was fixed (he was not in the office, just found out by calling the office that the temp was having a hard time turning on the computer). I told him I didn’t know, but I advised her to call tech support since I couldn’t actually SEE what was wrong with the computer. So then he wished me a happy trip and safe travels.
A half hour later, Bossguy called me back in a panic. “I got this email…” (I guess the computer is running and the temp is going through his emails for him…) “…and it says that my expense report has been approved, do I need to do anything with it?” (there are instructions that come with the auto-notification) The answer is NO! If there was anything that needed to be done, I would have left you instructions to do it! I told you yesterday that it was done and we were just waiting for approval! But ok, I can see why he would not know that since he usually never sees that particular email notificaton since I just usually tell him that it got approved. BUT I’M ON VACATION! That means NO CALLS!
Two minutes later, he called back again. I answered the phone like this:
“In a little while, I’m going to stop answering the phone…”
I think the irritation in my voice rang through because he apologized and said, “Ok, sorry, but this time I was just calling to mess with you. But really, have a great trip.”
And then he tagged it off with, “I’ll try not to call anymore.”
Don’t try…. just DON’T!
If I had been smarter, I’d have deleted my number from his cell phone.
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