CAL-BUY babies
Welcome Daphne Ruffing 7 lb. 9 oz. on October 11, 2002 and Jacob Hall 9lb. 3 oz. on October 18, 2002.
Oct 24, 2002
Oct 18, 2002
Oct 15, 2002
GIANT LOVE
I haven't felt this much for my bay area teams since my childhood days with the niners! I almost teared last night when the Giants so elegantly stroked three to the outfield and everyone came on to the field at Pac Bell park. How cool would it be to go to the World Series next week to see a game?
BONDS
GIANTS WIN
I haven't felt this much for my bay area teams since my childhood days with the niners! I almost teared last night when the Giants so elegantly stroked three to the outfield and everyone came on to the field at Pac Bell park. How cool would it be to go to the World Series next week to see a game?
BONDS
GIANTS WIN
Oct 14, 2002
Oct 13, 2002
Oct 9, 2002
October 6th. whassssssup. A funny thing happened today. I think that mommy spoke to me. Or maybe just helped me pay for a frame I bought for a drawing that she made. Aside from the fact that it's three months to the day, it was an amazing occurrence. A couple weeks ago, when cleaning the garage for daddy, I came across the drawing. She had probably made it about a year or two ago during the period of time that she was reading Harry Potter, and playing with a spiral-drawing toy that Ixi gave her. This drawing was on a huge piece of paper, the backside of a calendar page from a previous year. It had aqua blue spirals on it, covering the entire piece of paper with an upwards of hundreds and hundreds of spirals. Some spirals were tight, no doubt made by her better hand, her right hand. Others were not as perfect; those made by her left hand were funky, as this hand was in pain and very weak. But it was this that added character to the art. And every freckle on her face is where it was supposed to be.
So, I set out to find a frame for her picture. I went to Aaron Brothers in search of a suitable frame. Preston helped me measure the picture, and it was closest to the standard 16X20 frame size. I found a nice blue frame to match the picture, and as I was leaving the aisle to buy it, I spotted another blue one. This frame had a style that was more worn; there were tiny nicks here and there, and purposely faded color. It was perfect. However, it had no plastic wrapping as the other frames did, nor did it have a price. I brought the frame to the register, and asked about the price. Preston did a search on description to find one that matched my frame. After a while, he concluded that there was only one that described anything close to my frame. It was 16X20 Blue Trad'l Wood? And the price? The price was ninety-eight cents. I was sincerely astounded that he had said cents and not dollars. Either way, I would have been surprised, but instead I had a smile on my face as opposed to an alternate plan of returning to retrieve the twenty-three dollar frame that I had originally picked out. So I paid for this frame, all one dollar and six cents of it, since there was eight cents of tax tacked on. I left the store hearing Preston say to one of the other workers "See that frame she' holding? It was freakin' ninety-eight cents, can you believe that??" I laughed all the way to my car, put the frame safely in the backseat, and gave my thanks to the spirits above that are watching over me, helping me out here and there.
In retrospect, I believe that these things happen to us everyday. They aren't always as obvious, but I believe that they are always there. Little things: a smile, a green light, laughter, and love. Thanks, mom, for showing me. The picture looks beautiful in the frame.
So, I set out to find a frame for her picture. I went to Aaron Brothers in search of a suitable frame. Preston helped me measure the picture, and it was closest to the standard 16X20 frame size. I found a nice blue frame to match the picture, and as I was leaving the aisle to buy it, I spotted another blue one. This frame had a style that was more worn; there were tiny nicks here and there, and purposely faded color. It was perfect. However, it had no plastic wrapping as the other frames did, nor did it have a price. I brought the frame to the register, and asked about the price. Preston did a search on description to find one that matched my frame. After a while, he concluded that there was only one that described anything close to my frame. It was 16X20 Blue Trad'l Wood? And the price? The price was ninety-eight cents. I was sincerely astounded that he had said cents and not dollars. Either way, I would have been surprised, but instead I had a smile on my face as opposed to an alternate plan of returning to retrieve the twenty-three dollar frame that I had originally picked out. So I paid for this frame, all one dollar and six cents of it, since there was eight cents of tax tacked on. I left the store hearing Preston say to one of the other workers "See that frame she' holding? It was freakin' ninety-eight cents, can you believe that??" I laughed all the way to my car, put the frame safely in the backseat, and gave my thanks to the spirits above that are watching over me, helping me out here and there.
In retrospect, I believe that these things happen to us everyday. They aren't always as obvious, but I believe that they are always there. Little things: a smile, a green light, laughter, and love. Thanks, mom, for showing me. The picture looks beautiful in the frame.
Here are some OLD posts of my thoughts after my NY trip as well as a preview to the first annual, bi-annual vegas trip:
2/18/02. New York City. You cannot classify this city, generalize about this city, summarize it in one sentence, or even experience it in a less than a lifetime. In one weekend, I attempted to get to know New York, but just got the gist of it. I found out that there is much to offer, that there are more districts than I can count, and that it is a great place to live. From the Hispanic waiter that speaks fluent Japanese at go sushi to the grungy teens that skate till the wee hours of the night in the parks, from the New York City Department police officers to the bold yellow cab drivers, the people of this city have a lot of love, for their city, for their culture, for each other, and for America.
It's a wonderful place for friends to get together, have a good time, and experience many different cultures without traveling more than 15 miles (but spending quite a bit more). Endless authenticity, diversity, uniqueness, intellectuality, music, class, elegance. Street basketball, hip-hop clubs, The Bronx, Queens, Long Island, Manhattan, and Brooklyn?Murray Hill, Gramercy, Chelsea, Roosevelt Island, East Village, Chinatown?the diversity goes on and on.
4/25/02. This week on the 7: Las Vegas. As a little preview to the city I will be in for exactly 36 hours, I estimate that I will be awake for 30 of the 36 hours. And will win at least 200 dollars. We'll see what the numbers turn out to be after the weekend though. I've never been there since I've been 21, therefore never been there to gamble or club before this week.
April 28th, 2002: This weekend in Las Vegas, we were there a total of 30 hours, 6 of which we spent sleeping. It was the most unhealthy weekend I've had in a while, full of calories and alcohol, but also full of blackjack, roulette, music, dancing, and fun with friends. Vegas is an amazing place--there is so much true glitz in its character that it became awesome to me as I passed through casino after casino with spectaculars that continually topped the previous casino. There was a diversity of people there, and all I found were either pretty into themselves and their money that they did not pay any attention, or they were very friendly. None were rude in anyway, and there was a small amount of catcalling as compared to places like Miami. One can get lost in time in the casino; there are no clocks, no windows, only the sound of coins hitting coins through the slot machines, the occasional "Seven, yo!" at the beginning of a craps game, or the silence save the skip of the ball in roulette. Sometimes the frustration from not being able to take yourself away from a table that is itself taking away your money. Alcohol is served for free when you play. Parking is free when you visit. Every hardship is taken away so that you can most easily make it to the table and put your hard-earned money down, only to lose it in seconds, or win unheard of amounts. Delerium sets in about 4 or 5 am when things are not going your way. Some leave, most stay to retrieve their money before they set their head down to sleep. Clubs, shows, bars are a-plenty, many open until 6am because of the lack of time-keeping in Sin City. You can go from casino to casino to bar to club, spend money, win money, and lose money. Your combined income fluctuates like none other. In the end, you only hope that when you have to leave, you are on the upside.
2/18/02. New York City. You cannot classify this city, generalize about this city, summarize it in one sentence, or even experience it in a less than a lifetime. In one weekend, I attempted to get to know New York, but just got the gist of it. I found out that there is much to offer, that there are more districts than I can count, and that it is a great place to live. From the Hispanic waiter that speaks fluent Japanese at go sushi to the grungy teens that skate till the wee hours of the night in the parks, from the New York City Department police officers to the bold yellow cab drivers, the people of this city have a lot of love, for their city, for their culture, for each other, and for America.
It's a wonderful place for friends to get together, have a good time, and experience many different cultures without traveling more than 15 miles (but spending quite a bit more). Endless authenticity, diversity, uniqueness, intellectuality, music, class, elegance. Street basketball, hip-hop clubs, The Bronx, Queens, Long Island, Manhattan, and Brooklyn?Murray Hill, Gramercy, Chelsea, Roosevelt Island, East Village, Chinatown?the diversity goes on and on.
4/25/02. This week on the 7: Las Vegas. As a little preview to the city I will be in for exactly 36 hours, I estimate that I will be awake for 30 of the 36 hours. And will win at least 200 dollars. We'll see what the numbers turn out to be after the weekend though. I've never been there since I've been 21, therefore never been there to gamble or club before this week.
April 28th, 2002: This weekend in Las Vegas, we were there a total of 30 hours, 6 of which we spent sleeping. It was the most unhealthy weekend I've had in a while, full of calories and alcohol, but also full of blackjack, roulette, music, dancing, and fun with friends. Vegas is an amazing place--there is so much true glitz in its character that it became awesome to me as I passed through casino after casino with spectaculars that continually topped the previous casino. There was a diversity of people there, and all I found were either pretty into themselves and their money that they did not pay any attention, or they were very friendly. None were rude in anyway, and there was a small amount of catcalling as compared to places like Miami. One can get lost in time in the casino; there are no clocks, no windows, only the sound of coins hitting coins through the slot machines, the occasional "Seven, yo!" at the beginning of a craps game, or the silence save the skip of the ball in roulette. Sometimes the frustration from not being able to take yourself away from a table that is itself taking away your money. Alcohol is served for free when you play. Parking is free when you visit. Every hardship is taken away so that you can most easily make it to the table and put your hard-earned money down, only to lose it in seconds, or win unheard of amounts. Delerium sets in about 4 or 5 am when things are not going your way. Some leave, most stay to retrieve their money before they set their head down to sleep. Clubs, shows, bars are a-plenty, many open until 6am because of the lack of time-keeping in Sin City. You can go from casino to casino to bar to club, spend money, win money, and lose money. Your combined income fluctuates like none other. In the end, you only hope that when you have to leave, you are on the upside.
Oct 2, 2002
Wow...haven't posted in a long, long time. Sorry. Here is an article I got from a friend of mine's website. It really makes you think...
Now Read This
Need a laugh? Here's a freakin' funny site from Conan O'Brien. Celebrity Secrets
Now Read This
Need a laugh? Here's a freakin' funny site from Conan O'Brien. Celebrity Secrets
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