Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Mommy wow, I'm a big kid now...

Just got back from a business meeting in Northern California, my second within the last week. It's funny how face-to-face meetings with clients make me feel like a grown up. Talking about goals, strategies, tactics - basically how we can do what we do best to make our clients look the best. My favorite part of the meetings are listening to our senior execs turn on their expertise and go to town. I'd drop my jaw if it wouldn't look so silly. I just want to soak in all their knowledge, thinking how cool it would be if I could transfer it to my brain like files on a computer. The best I can do is absorb as much as possible rather than let it go in one ear and out the other. Not that I haven't been motivated before, but I feel a sudden surge in energy and enthusiasm (yes, MORE enthusiasm) and I'm anxious to get things rolling.

Ok, did I sound like a big ol' corporate geek or what?

"The more I want to get something done, the less I call it work." - Richard Bach

Sunday, September 26, 2004

Walking in LA

It's Sunday night, technically almost Monday morning. I love my job, but do I have to go back to work tomorrow? Just one more day off, pleeeeeease.

Stacie and I enjoyed Maroon 5's concert Thursday night, although we're starting to feel a little old. We stood from 4:30 to 10:30 and endured crazy (annoying) M5 fans, but had a blast nonetheless. And as an added bonus, Stacie got the celeb sighting I promised her. As the show started, security ushered in Jessica Simpson, hubby Nick Lachey and Ashlee Simpson up to the VIP area. They later came down into the stairwell near the stage for a closer view of the show.

Brent and I walked down to 3rd street last night. It was a nice stroll. We saw Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, which was ok - a little too long.

And to end this entry, I'd like to give a shout out to my sweetie. He's been really great around the house (installed new locks, assembled our bike rack), as well as a great son to his under-the-weather mom. He made sure that his parent's house is wheelchair-friendly as his mom is having surgery on her leg tomorrow. Yay Brent! :)

"Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, September 23, 2004

High 5!

I'm feeling much better. Thanks to everyone for their well wishes.

Tonight Stacie and I are seeing Maroon 5, including a pre-show meet & greet and early entrance into the venue. Yay! They're holding a fan-club-only show at the Troubador to benefit one of their friends with some severe health problems and large hospital bills. Glad to be able to help out. Hopefully it won't take me more than an hour to get from work to West Hollywood at 3:30 today. Everyone pray to the traffic gods for me, ok?

Brent and I watched a premier on ABC last night for Lost. It was really good, actually. Brent pointed out that he may have liked it if it were on HBO instead because it probably wouldn't have the sci-fi stuff that ABC included and it would be all about the people. I agree, but we still enjoyed the show.

My mom is currently in the Philippines, returning Saturday. This was an interesting trip for her to take because 1) she hasn't been back since she left in 1975 2) she hasn't flown anywhere since that original trip 3) she's taking my grandmother back to live her last days out with family there 4) my mom is going to see/meet her siblings' children and some of THEIR children. I told her to stay out of the jungle because they kidnap Americans (they do!), not to carry a lot of cash, and to bring me something cool. :)

"Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons, and you will find that it is to the soul what the water bath is to the body." - Oliver Wendell Holmes

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

License to ill

Well, it turns out that my illness is strep throat. No fun, let me tell ya. The doctor looked at my tonsils yesterday and said, "Bad." They did a quick culture and test to confirm that I indeed have strep. I'm now on a penicillan schedule of every 6 hours, which means I'm waking myself up at 4 a.m. to take it because there are rules about taking it on an empty stomach and other stuff that requires an abacus and an accountant to get it figured out.

Luckily Brent has been an awesome nurse. He hasn't complained about my being sick, other than, "You better stay the hell away from me!" :) He slept in another room Fri - Sun and has been taking Airborne to boost his immune system.

I had to let everyone at work know that I was staying home because of strep, so I hope I just didn't give them all a license to use my illness as their own. "I think I caught Nanette's strep." HA! My doctor said I can only give it to people if we're sharing food and drink, which I never do with co-workers. :) Nice try, buddy! It'll be especially funny if it comes from a co-worker who I never work with.

"You have a cough? Go home tonight, eat a whole box of Ex-Lax--tomorrow you'll be afraid to cough." Pearl Williams

Saturday, September 18, 2004


Don't know how or where I caught it, but somehow I got sick. I started feeling crappy Wednesday night, a little worse on Thursday, and by Friday I was full-blown ill. If I hadn't had three afternoon meetings scheduled, I would have called in sick. Instead, I went to work, suffered through chills and fevers (and the same time) and managed to even lead one of the meetings. So when I got home, I crawled into bed. Brent was kind enough to go to the store for some meds and a new thermometer (lost the old one in the move). You should have seen Brent's eyes bulge as he watched the temperature go up to 102.4 degrees. The meds helped a bit, as did the ice cream (it's feed a fever, starve a cold, right?). I thought I was ok this morning, but I had a 100-degree fever about an hour ago. Not a fun way to spend my weekend, damnit. I really wanted to catch Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, Wimbledon, and even Mr. 3000. I'll pray to the health gods tonight that I can get better and perhaps go to the Rose Bowl flea market tomorrow morning.

Fever-induced delirium can cause strange thoughts. Last night while I tossed and turned in bed, I thought about how they had to get rid of everything in Velveteen Rabbit when that little boy got sick. I thought how sad it would be if they got rid of my 600-thread count sheets because I "germed them up."

Alright, I'm off because I think my Tylenol Flu (Nighttime version) is kicking in.

"One of the most sublime experiences we can ever have is to wake up feeling healthy after we have been sick."
- Rabbi Harold Kushner

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

It's happening

I overslept this morning. Instead of hitting "snooze," I turned my alarm off by accident. Luckily I woke us up in time for Brent not to be late on the third day of his new job.

I should have known that this was an omen of things to come. As I drove to work, I got lost. I've been driving the same route for about two weeks now,yet somehow I turned on the wrong street and ended up lost. I found my way back, but I was late to begin with and ended up even later. No big deal, actually - just a strange way to start a day.

The weather has finally cooled down a bit, so we're able to cook in our condo comfortably. Tonight was our first homemade meal. Brent had an exhausting time at the supermarket and I went to hip-hop class, so we made a gourmet meal of ... Top Ramen. :) We may try spaghetti tomorrow.

If I feel inspired enough, I may try to make this. Doesn't it look yummy and fun?

And ladies and gentlemen, it's finally happened. Gavin DeGraw is making it big and as a result, his upcoming HOB show is sold out.... and I hadn't bought tickets yet. :( I was trying to stay away since I have a mortgage to worry about now, but the tickets were only $17.50 and I was getting ready to purchase some, with Stacie's persuasion. Now they're selling on ebay for $150 a pair. Booooo! There goes my well-kept secret.

"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems." - Arthur O'Shaunessey

Monday, September 13, 2004

My dad

As I mentioned in my last post, yesterday was the 1-year anniversary of my dad's death. In tribute, I give you just a tiny fraction of some of the things I miss about him, as well as a couple pics I felt like sharing.

  • Describing to him, over the phone, strange noises coming from my car so I could get his potential diagnosis and take it into my nearby mechanic to have it fixed, confident that I had an idea of what was wrong. In college, there were a few occassions when he took a day off of work to actually drive to SLO to fix my car himself.
  • Knowing that he was there to take care of my mom.
  • His wacky political views. His were A LOT different than mine, but it was fun to see how he followed politics. Sometimes he was a smart man; other times he was a bit nutty but still lovable. As I try to follow what's going on with the upcoming election, I often wonder what kind of nutty things mydad would have to say now. Perhaps he'd say things like, "Bush isn't stupid. He's just nervous and reads things incorrectly."
  • Educating him on how things worked. I would have loved to talk to him about the loan process now, comparable to how it worked when he bought his house back in the day. He would have been floored by the crazy paper work we had to do, not to mention the price of our condo.
  • He would have done all sorts of stuff for us when he came to visit, like he did when I had my apartment a few years ago. "Dad, will you install this mirror?...Can you hang these pictures, too?... You can take down that wall and install a solar-powered movie theater? COOL!"
  • Taking him to all the different types of ethnic foods here in LA. In Visalia, we didn't have Indian, Cuban, Greek, Thai, Polish or Indonesian food. It's taken me a while to warm up to a lot of it here, but my dad would have LOVED to try any and all types of food.
  • His crazy observations about LA. "There sure are a lot of Amish people here," he said as we drove through a very Jewish neighborhood.

My dad playing taps in the Honor Guard. Posted by Hello

My dad and I on my first birthday. Posted by Hello

Friday, September 10, 2004

A little bit of this, a little bit of that

Not that my blog posts are anything but random, I have a feeling that this post will be especially random.

School started yesterday, so my new route to work in the morning was overly congested. The traffic allowed me to people watch more than usual, and I saw the BUFFEST homeless woman ever! She wasn't crazy buff like those almost-man female body builders, but I was definitely jealous. It's probably wrong to be jealous of someone who is likely in an unfortunate situation, but DAMN - that woman had nice arms.

I'm enjoying my newfound wardrobe. Since I now have closet space twice the size of the space Brent and I were sharing prior to our condo, I can see all my clothes. I've unpacked clothes I had in boxes while living at Brent's parents, and as a result, yesterday I wore a shirt I haven't worn in about a year. This is a great way to satisfy my clothes shopping bug for a while.

Based on TiVo's recommendations (i.e., automatically recording things it thinks we'll like), Brent and I are 12-year-old Spanish investors. It recorded some kids show from Nickelodeon, along with some Spanish and financial programs. I'm still loving my TiVo, though. My program du'jour is Mission Organization.

On a different note, Sunday is the one-year anniversary of my dad's passing. Shelby will be in town, which will be nice as I'll be able to reflect properly without having too much time to dwell and become depressed. I've been dreaming about him lately, which I haven't done often. My mom believes that dreams are the way loved ones who have passed on communicate with us.
This may be a Filipino thing. Not quite sure. One recent dream I can remember involves my father and I protecting my mom's house from a neighbor on a shooting spree. This neighbor, by the way, is a perfectly harmless 50-something in real life so it was actually kind of funny, especially since he was doing a "drive-by" on a 10-speed bike. If I believe as my mother does, then it's pretty obvious that he and I are both concerned for my mom's (and maybe the house's) well-being. She says she doesn't dream about him, which upsets her because she wants to dream about him. But she's happy when she finds out he's in my dreams because to her it means he's watching over me. :)

"Never knock on Death's door: ring the bell and run away! Death really hates that!" - Matt Frewer

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Step up

Pet peeve: People waiting in line more than 3 feet from the front of where
the line should start. This happened today at lunch in a small space,
therefore the resulting line was bumping into things like the cashier's
area, etc., unnecessarily. Move up, people! Move up!

I bought stamps today from one of those automated machines at the post
office. I put in a $20 bill for a $7 book of stamps and it gave me my change
in...well, CHANGE! Twelve Susan B. Anthony dollar coins and some other
change. It scared me at first because I wasn't expecting a jackpot return.
The coin section of my wallet was bulging until I spent them tonight at dinner. We stumbled upon a crepe place on 3rd Street (near the Santa Monica mall, across from Broadway Deli, for ya locals).

Brent bought nightstands today! Yay! Now I can enjoy reading next to my bedside lamps...if I could only step away from TiVo!

"If it weren't for Philo T. Farnsworth, inventor of television, we'd still be eating frozen radio dinners." - Johnny Carson

Tuesday, September 07, 2004


If I haven't mentioned this already, you HAVE to see Garden State and Napoleon Dynamite!

And if you want a g-mail account, let me know. I currently have 6 invitations. I highly recommend it - it'll change your life. :)

Feeling hot, hot, hot

It was sooooo freakin' hot this weekend in Los Angeles, not exactly the ideal time to be putting together furniture, cleaning and unpacking in an un-air-conditioned second-story condo. By the way, heat really does rise. I felt like I was sweating the entire weekend, even when I got out of the shower. According to, it's supposed to cool down this week. I sure hope so.

We're getting settled in our new place and it's getting better each day. We've got most of the big stuff, but now we're struggling to find a desk we like. We found one at a place on Lincoln, bought the floor sample, got it home, got it inside, but couldn't get it through the door of the our second room. We tried all sorts of Cirque de Soleil movements to get it through, but it just wasn't working. We sadly had to return the desk. :(

(By the way, I was having technical difficulties with this post, so if you looked at it before and it looked crazy, my apologies.)

Saturday, September 04, 2004

Marco! Polo!

We got our new bed yesterday. It's a California King - a glorious 72" x 84". After sleeping in a double bed for the past 5 years, it's quite a change. Brent joked that we'd have to play Marco Polo to find each other. I prefer Map Quest myself. And we got our 600-thread-count sheets. Glorious! I highly recommend them.

And if I'm MIA for a while, please rest assured that I am just enjoying our........ TIVO! Late last night we had just set up our Tivo and we were watching Conan O'Brien. It was nearly 1 a.m., I was tired, but then Conan announced the Jeremy Piven was about to be on. I was torn because I didn't want to miss Jeremy, but I didn't want to stay up too late. And then the light bulb popped on! We have Tivo! We can just Tivo it! We did, and now it's official - I'll never leave the house again. You all have to come to me!

Thursday, September 02, 2004

Furniture fun

Brent put together our futon tonight so now we'll have a place to sleep and will spend our first night in the condo! Yay! One of ourneighbors, probably about age 22, told us the other day that he's so glad we're moving in because the place was becoming an "Over 60 Club." Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course. :) We met another neighbor, probably in her late 60s, who came up to introduce herself, offer her assistance with anything we might need, and to tell me - sternly - to "breakdown your boxes and put them in the Dumpster because they won't pick them upotherwise!" (Raise your hand if you knew that Dumpster should be uppercase because it's a brand name.)

I want tomorrow to fly by so I can have the three-day weekend to get settled, do more shopping, unpack and finally relax a little bit. We get the rest of our furniture on Sunday and I think I'll explode in anticipation!

"The longer I live the more beautiful life becomes." - Frank Lloyd Wright