tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54772814774513721982024-02-06T21:04:31.552-08:00Three PenceELPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03574230007547851121noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-40028972606966639892011-08-30T11:39:00.000-07:002011-08-30T11:39:49.025-07:00Long time no blog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnjeNEE46BOMCytpd462tmzwU09yaUoCm3tk3l97c_qvmSUoXk3Eobf1pTiJpVxhaHr6LMfp-pE4gYy_hs_Q91bpKi-dRLSMvCjvxV5PYb7REE8718dxwoSu-PuX4ozqb8WTnB8nNpIm0/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnjeNEE46BOMCytpd462tmzwU09yaUoCm3tk3l97c_qvmSUoXk3Eobf1pTiJpVxhaHr6LMfp-pE4gYy_hs_Q91bpKi-dRLSMvCjvxV5PYb7REE8718dxwoSu-PuX4ozqb8WTnB8nNpIm0/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" width="320" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's been more than two years since our last blog post. That's not such a long time right? Except it is, at least in our world. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We sold our condo in Santa Monica, had a baby, quit our jobs, moved to Chicago, bought a new car and.... turned 30! Gulp. But things are good, really good. I miss work, sometimes, and we miss our friends and the weather in California, but we pretty much love our new life in Chicago. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Living in the city has been amazing. We walk everywhere. Calvin and i have made so many new friends. We do lots of really cool things every day. We like our neighbors. We like our neighborhood. We like our apartment. Even the cats are happier here! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So now that we're settled in, I'm coming off hiatus for real. I'll post what i can when i can and go from there. It's good to be back :)</div><br />
ELPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03574230007547851121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-71590964131951480492009-01-22T06:34:00.000-08:002009-01-22T06:41:51.599-08:00New BoyMy friend Steph made a <a href="http://www.responsibilityproject.com/films/new-boy/">film</a>. Its done <a href="http://oscar.com/nominees/?pn=detail&nominee=New%20Boy%20-%20Short%20Film%20(Live-Action)%20Nominee">really</a> well.<div>It doesn't really have much to do with their success, but I cut the trailer.</div>Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699572907146983562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-61102852230454441632008-10-23T12:08:00.000-07:002008-10-23T17:39:42.293-07:00Illegal phone usageThere is now a law in California that you cannot use your cellphone while driving unless you have a hands-free device of some kind. The law went into effect over the summer and for the most part people seem to be complying. And when they don't, it's really easy to pick them out on the road, since they are always the car that's going as slow as a snail. Well today i found <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">myself</span> going as slow as a snail on the 405 (one of LA's major freeways), but not because i was talking on my cell phone... no, i was stuck in a traffic jam, so i decided to take this picture: <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkjuzCzDTFhJN6n0eyZpT2FjpRNqECC3S7bRAJYvTw0Vs70dFSQGbwLsLLNDa3lDncspEtNNEarG7BMxYPTW1j8H8Cf6LEXzKWiNH64SoY6eZAAwlb2BUFTI6PvHT1aC7-AOWhzdw4yRw/s320/405+after.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260430657264189618" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>This is the "After" picture of <a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2008/10/fire-in-the-sep.html">a fire that started at 1 am</a> this morning in the hills that the 405 passes through (known as the Sepulveda pass). Those little yellow things that are crawling all over the hillside are firefighters! </div><div><br /></div><div>Now for the "Before" picture (taken by news people i assume, as i was safely sleeping at home when the fire started):</div><div> </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSlEJc2MSKj3N4ZZAwORgYoSeScs5Pc78Mh5fz0STI1RYbygtPtI0tSl2XtlHvZjLa4aXuqTPYGqCDYBEwcq8-4rV9Rk9NkzcSVbhhnocWqyNB0WipLMvcLGiroQ7-N1FqLqWizSqk4v4/s320/1+am+405+fire.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260431894382859970" /><div><br /></div><div>Um, gulp. Yes, that is the very same hillside i drove past this morning... pretty scary stuff. Thank goodness we have amazing firefighters who were able to put the fire out by the time i had to commute. They even managed to <a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-brushfire24-2008oct24,0,2258156.story">keep the fire contained</a> so that no homes or business were damaged, and even more importantly, no people were hurt. My hats off to you LAFD! <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>ELPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03574230007547851121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-77425741060369277012008-10-22T10:52:00.000-07:002008-10-23T17:38:23.812-07:00I've died and gone to ice cream heavenNate hurt his ankle somehow this past weekend and had to go to the doctor to get checked out. In my family, going to the doctor means getting ice cream afterward, so when we went to fill nate's prescription we obviously upheld the tradition! Behold, my completely unexpected new favorite ice cream flavor: <a href="http://www.haagendazs.com/products/product.aspx?id=232">Haagen Dazs White Chocolate Raspberry Truffle</a><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_Kq0V9EcRdVWzrViZR_MdY9PYUiilQUNS-aVJHTKg4Z5vGl2Kyqf5YKa_tzLJVYHnlTftwgV5xYMVd_9PL18T7a_wC6BmS7DoDmIn8SMfqLQ5oUoLVyMBMwnMcWL6CWJNTa6fCY585M/s320/pro_wchoc_101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260038178124105890" />The raspberry is tangy and not too sweet, the chocolate is rich and very soft (not hard like the usual chocolate chunks that are in ice cream) and the 'white chocolate' ice cream tastes like a mild creamy vanilla... It's basically amazing! (It may even be better than the Peppermint Stick ice cream i get every holiday season at <a href="http://www.everydaysasundae.net/index.asp">Every Day's a Sundae</a> in Downers Grove.... And that's saying something)ELPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03574230007547851121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-74094066593154482192008-10-22T10:11:00.000-07:002008-10-22T10:15:48.536-07:00Chomp!Coming soon to an office near you...<div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUW-hyQWBlrqyU5Kqrr-vsuZUU4CNc222DbRV8k0e1yueoVF6QRjH_-rsytua3QIDgDbHSjw-eoitJcQo_x3GikTOuCwb_GNiefpnN8_thA1ks15binu_2XW5c2AwFZ-28GE42oEIbsVY/s320/pacmansugarcookies11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260027408744826994" /> I'm definitely going to be baking these in the near future, though in my version there will be a Ms. Pac Man and also Cherries.</div>ELPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03574230007547851121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-12826626259674886522008-09-25T22:41:00.000-07:002008-09-25T23:16:49.171-07:00Whoo-hoo!?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPPkZrPirdpS_o5bbi_rIjUEXwRQYrdxX0shyt0sx61QmfTINwpBt39lI21BsujbBL_xVuV-X8s8HKlRCtFPve4PnjxJ3qw2nDFNzeuk4Lgp6Lu0OIB2fCCDOUrFV4RGnAtI-TrU-Uv7Y/s1600-h/Wamu.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPPkZrPirdpS_o5bbi_rIjUEXwRQYrdxX0shyt0sx61QmfTINwpBt39lI21BsujbBL_xVuV-X8s8HKlRCtFPve4PnjxJ3qw2nDFNzeuk4Lgp6Lu0OIB2fCCDOUrFV4RGnAtI-TrU-Uv7Y/s320/Wamu.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250201606228735202" /></a><br />No more whoo-hoo in WaMu. <div>Yep, our bank failed today. </div><div>I love being an adult. </div><div>(That's right little boy, let's play hide-and-seek! Oh wait, are they just playing peek-a-boo? with our money? It's all fun and games until the bank goes and fails.... i mean seriously,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> that's</span> the picture they choose to reassure me that it's totally business as usual.... sigh)</div>ELPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03574230007547851121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-45949958394749473402008-08-14T07:36:00.001-07:002008-08-14T07:36:21.595-07:00I managed to grow something without killing it!<a href="http://media2.shozu.com/cache/portal/media/51a426b/16777226"><img src="http://media2.shozu.com/cache/portal/media/51a426b/16777226_journal" /></a><br/>Tomato #1<p align="right" ><a href="http://www.shozu.com/portal/?utm_source=upload&utm_medium=graphic&utm_campaign=upload_graphic/" target="_blank" ><img src="http://www.shozu.com/resources/messages/logo_blog.gif" alt="Posted by ShoZu" border="0" /></a></p>Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699572907146983562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-27405216640906692582008-08-11T14:55:00.000-07:002008-08-11T16:55:17.395-07:00Charlie Wilson's Profiteroles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppkbULN_nhSj9KnhiLDWbzs3iYguEh_KF0nVJQnUJZ-iujfE2sVPGz-wxUZwtR4nzu3cwB9fKgSMzsw5uJhlenpTPa6VhgZPpEU35UDRg0_NLZju5WM6mAVNgjzK7DMihGqUI4nOLN-I/s1600-h/anisette.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppkbULN_nhSj9KnhiLDWbzs3iYguEh_KF0nVJQnUJZ-iujfE2sVPGz-wxUZwtR4nzu3cwB9fKgSMzsw5uJhlenpTPa6VhgZPpEU35UDRg0_NLZju5WM6mAVNgjzK7DMihGqUI4nOLN-I/s320/anisette.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233385309439094514" /></a>In true wannabe-foodie and francophile fashion, when <a href="http://www.anisettebrasserie.com/">Anisette Brasserie</a> opened not far from my office I got really excited. I could get all descriptive about how its modeled after a bunch of brasseries in New York (and France of course) and how its the return to LA of a fantastic chef, but there are people who do that better than I, and you can read about it <a href="http://www.laweekly.com/eat+drink/first-bite/the-parisian-room-alain-girauds-anisette-brasserie/19141/">here</a> and <a href="http://www.latimes.com/features/magazine/la-tm-brasserie.03march2,0,5222547.story">here</a>.<div><br /></div><div>At any rate, it took a while to find time to go, and the evening did not disappoint. The gracious hostess sat us within a few minutes of our arrival, and apologized for the wait even though we were 10 minutes late for our reservation. She needn't have though, as it turned out to be the best table in the restaurant. More on that later.</div><div><br /></div><div>As for the food, it was killer. Liz started with a shrimp cocktail that must have totaled over half a pound, with a perfect Marie Rose sauce for dipping. I started with Kumomoto oysters, tiny plump and sweet. We shared a carafe of the house white, which was perfectly adequate and very reasonably priced.</div><div><br /></div><div>For our main courses, I stuck with the shellfish theme and had the brasserie classic moules frites, which is basically steamed mussels served in their own broth with fries on the side. The broth was a perfect garlicy white wine that was great for dipping the crisp salty fries in.</div><div>Liz had another classic, steak frites. Can you guess what it is? The hanger steak was perfectly charred on the outside, perfectly rare on the inside. It was heaven and came with a bordelaise sauce as well as the requisite fries.</div><div><br /></div><div>After ordering coffee, tea and dessert, our amusing French waiter let us know that the creme caramel we ordered had just run out. Our second choice, the orange meringue tart that the jabbering, irritating, high-maintenance couple next to us seemed to be enjoying, was also 86'd. Damn them, they got the last one! We finally went with the black forest cake, a slice of heaven surrounded by cherry sauce. Three light layers of cake were separated by chocolate ganache, a cream layer with cherries, and a thin crisp chocolate bottom layer, all topped off with three whole cherries. The perfect ending to a delicious meal in an amazing space, for a pretty reasonable price. The chef even came to our table to say hello.</div><div><br /></div><div>About the only thing more amazing than the food and ambiance were our neighbors. Liz had a better view, but hearing one of the women in the table of four directly next to ours made me glance over. I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">knew</span> she looked familiar, but... ah, its probably nobody. Then when I turned around to look at the great space we were dining in, I saw the person sitting next to the woman that looked familiar - Tom Hanks. He and Rita Wilson and the couple they were dining with must have arrived just before us, because our courses were timed somewhat similarly, so we got a front row seat the entire meal. We only overheard snippets of their conversation, like Rita being so surprised and excited that a restaurant like Anisette was in Santa Monica. She had mussels like I did, and started with the foie gras, like I wanted. I'm not sure what Tom ate, but he has the loudest laugh I've ever heard and apparently enjoys profiteroles. They all shared a plate for dessert.</div><div><br /></div><div>After they finished, Rita and friends needed to go to the bathroom and Tom exclaimed "Well, I'm not going to just sit here by myself!" So off they trekked to the bathroom upstairs. They were gone a while, and we suspected they had snuck out the back to avoid paparazzi or something, but neither Rita nor Tom have a drug problem, or trouble with the law, so nobody was waiting for them. They eventually came back down and while they waited for the valet, through the window I noticed Tom has that longish hair - probably for his role in the upcoming <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Da Vinci Code</span> sequel (prequel?) <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Angels and Demons. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">Ick. Then we finished up ourselves, and</span> went home to watch one of the three Netflix movies waiting for us - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Charlie Wilson's War.</span></div>Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699572907146983562noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-80934500629158614252008-08-09T14:04:00.001-07:002008-08-09T14:25:28.609-07:00Care Bear Stare!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVi-AXZOib6e2hrW0eMOZUXse-fSp3mLx6s81MbUl8RmCQCvYOvKbEl490J4D48_RJnus4y4vp5Mhz-IwslpaThqczyzAt-nNMIWCG3zBKQzGRBH0LrtRsOnWc7lvQtJGd3igSoCIlAU/s1600-h/default.aspx.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVi-AXZOib6e2hrW0eMOZUXse-fSp3mLx6s81MbUl8RmCQCvYOvKbEl490J4D48_RJnus4y4vp5Mhz-IwslpaThqczyzAt-nNMIWCG3zBKQzGRBH0LrtRsOnWc7lvQtJGd3igSoCIlAU/s320/default.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232632032275905250" /></a><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p align="right"><br /></p></div>Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15699572907146983562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-91002635976369434882008-08-06T11:59:00.000-07:002008-08-06T12:02:52.939-07:00If Nate blogged...He would post this:<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/03HFni_n2SQ&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/03HFni_n2SQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>ELPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03574230007547851121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-43810983086351965192008-08-06T05:44:00.000-07:002008-08-06T12:04:46.390-07:00But they were on sale...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQaRSS57pLvfYjCWBk-mfXSmAzOlfjBxXlbK-bSuzVeWvDb8JAhfHv9p-0iP3-4pQ7rzC611SK6zUJxzmgATzz60c8qR79JhrAlpZB9JREt7btg6CuLbG4BSKsxvpeLrdEM-kSEZf1Q0/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQaRSS57pLvfYjCWBk-mfXSmAzOlfjBxXlbK-bSuzVeWvDb8JAhfHv9p-0iP3-4pQ7rzC611SK6zUJxzmgATzz60c8qR79JhrAlpZB9JREt7btg6CuLbG4BSKsxvpeLrdEM-kSEZf1Q0/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231385784457003378" /></a><div>We're on a super "let's get organized financially" kick right now, and are trying this amazing <a href="http://www.mint.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">new website</span></a> that's like an online version of Quicken except much prettier and fun. It's soooo easy to set a budget, track expenses by category and i'm now super obsessed with our cash vs. credit card </div><div>debt. The best part is that they create tons of random graphs and charts for you so you can see exactly what percentage of your income you spend on things like "Entertainment" and "Dining and Restaurants". </div><div><br /></div><div>So what's the most interesting 'trend' i've discovered?<br /></div><div> <br /></div><div> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsjliCWwZjOEBKmbhFdO180sK4Pr5JpUdTqFzlBAJOgsuxb_r02Ij73yKWzDmYnnyHv2QA2fFv3sKPpeVP3lrobuCaoTyOdckjwb1UV1xE7fUDLsjbE9LSLAX_R4C_U2OAo5ZaPaZAtM/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231387171979233442" /></div><div>Ummmmm.... crap. I guess we just like food. Or as nate would say</div><div> "I could've saved more but i ran out of money."<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">(Just in case you live outside SoCal, Ralphs is our version of Publix. Just in case you live outside SoFla, Publix is a grocery store)</div><div><div><br /></div></div></div>ELPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03574230007547851121noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-49111462920516568442008-07-30T07:10:00.001-07:002008-08-06T15:01:46.392-07:00Time to move to Miami<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizIZx5sc38WVb2g34jUwrEcXD4PG-AujslLna4mvLqncVafTTVifmfnQQx-3FW-n5aW812aFfaqkQJSfqfN4HrGjI5qXCWS8IGXKm2z0JhRreikiZZSqQwL6RV5JgBecL2ljaguhrN6do/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizIZx5sc38WVb2g34jUwrEcXD4PG-AujslLna4mvLqncVafTTVifmfnQQx-3FW-n5aW812aFfaqkQJSfqfN4HrGjI5qXCWS8IGXKm2z0JhRreikiZZSqQwL6RV5JgBecL2ljaguhrN6do/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228809401220299650" /></a>We had an earthquake yesterday. We are totally definitely OK. But man was it scary. My office --------------> is conveniently located just west of the 405 freeway (about 3 miles north of the 101) and as you can see on this nifty map, we got 'moderate' shaking, unlike all the 'light' shaking areas in our immediate vicinity... Not fair! Luckily, Nate and our house (and cats) were in the 'light' shaking zones so no damage, no harm. Even scarier than the actual 20 seconds of rolling during the earthquake, was the zero cell phone and land line service immediately afterward. All calls failed. Yikes. The one thing still working? The internets! Whoo-hoo. I im-ed nate and my dad (who basically said "Time to move to Miami!") and all was OK. All i can say is, we're certainly NOT moving to Chino Hills anytime soon.ELPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03574230007547851121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-40982968844941320042008-07-26T14:42:00.000-07:002008-07-26T15:01:22.544-07:00We got up at 7:30 on a Saturday for this!?!We got up really early this morning and went in our PJs with coffee and magazines to wait in line at the Apple store. Because, yes, we are just like <span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><a href="http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/apple/iphone-line-has-started100+hours-early-272088.php"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">these</span></a></span><a href="http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/apple/iphone-line-has-started100+hours-early-272088.php"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> people</span></a>, the ones who think the iPhones are awesome and can't wait to own one (except lazier, since we waited 2 weeks to actually get in the line). <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After waiting for an hour, the Apple dude informed us that they would be out of the particular model that we want by the time we reach the front of the line. So we did what any normal person would do... we left. And bought this at the Farmer's Market instead: <div><br /></div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTGZxEfrJr8GN99aKAEmc5r_rzWmFuf7BGwQ1nJSKsF5kxM_BnbIWgU1oMqpsIyjW9MjJTss4EpaDCfgvNKcq8uWpxNsDpOUqJ5M4VXoBssJWniFutpqs9BYOohReCQsmgfAi3BwZI_W8/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227443518012318146" /><div style="text-align: center;">Baby watermelon and strawberries</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Much better than a silly old iPhone!!!!!!!!! Well... not really, we're heading back over tomorrow to wait in line again. And THIS time, we will be victorious... maybe.</div></div></div>ELPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03574230007547851121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-8605305523515120232008-07-23T14:28:00.001-07:002008-07-23T15:01:16.942-07:00My husband loves me... it's true!Nate is in Seattle on business right now and it was only supposed to be a short three day trip but now he will likely have to stay there through at least friday. This made me very very sad. But then something happened to make me very very happy.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWsr7wnMD4DqPx0jxRfexVOcH7hfFhgBsnTHhde_UHFxjN1FTkM-wk7LQrgRLwgYGEZupRfHKUy_FjVGfLsJeEspX5IVpncaJuQWJIBnOLzoU1Exwmefu6ECUXUZ4FN2KPwClAfjy_54/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWsr7wnMD4DqPx0jxRfexVOcH7hfFhgBsnTHhde_UHFxjN1FTkM-wk7LQrgRLwgYGEZupRfHKUy_FjVGfLsJeEspX5IVpncaJuQWJIBnOLzoU1Exwmefu6ECUXUZ4FN2KPwClAfjy_54/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226324775684466802" /></a><div> I got roses! At work! Good job Mr. Pence!!!!!!<br /></div>ELPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03574230007547851121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-51385960790666702272008-07-18T14:45:00.000-07:002008-07-18T16:28:26.106-07:00I'm a Cooooookie Monster<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrVqC8g70uLAmLVjVjxtu3lFlU18zs0BVOR69X4jQMAfjWEF9pcFaBvHqTicAWNZSTPvxqk-tiybl5zlqAKq4AL7Y7h7EHe7riutCNN0DyDDJ9G6RXBqGdSdGeb0kgo72VNc_3zeJzGk/s1600-h/COOKIE.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrVqC8g70uLAmLVjVjxtu3lFlU18zs0BVOR69X4jQMAfjWEF9pcFaBvHqTicAWNZSTPvxqk-tiybl5zlqAKq4AL7Y7h7EHe7riutCNN0DyDDJ9G6RXBqGdSdGeb0kgo72VNc_3zeJzGk/s320/COOKIE.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224490067936386946" /></a><div>One of my favorite childhood memories is my mom's amazing Cookie Monster impression, so when a friend sent me this picture of Cookie Monster cupcakes... well let's just say I was thrilled. </div><div>As soon as i find some blue sprinkles, i'm all over these. <br /></div>ELPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03574230007547851121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-72827036881625533472008-07-16T08:16:00.000-07:002008-07-16T08:34:08.601-07:00Today on 'Today'<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/adc3MSS5Ydc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adc3MSS5Ydc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We watch the 'Today' Show almost every morning, mostly because we like Meredith and Matt, and LOVE Ann, but also because we occasionally learn something new. Like today, when they played this video created by Jib Jab called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Time For Some Campaignin'</span>. It's hilarious. And also a very good example of actual satire (unlike The New Yorker cover of Obama). So, enjoy, and happy wednesday.</span></div>ELPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03574230007547851121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-4991866332076478412008-07-13T13:48:00.000-07:002008-08-06T08:11:43.998-07:00I don't need luck, I have love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1FEk1hW1sCFSVBpJVE5rlqtznuJAJReMU4vD9xCP9sLrqJyX74UY49PpaCpHtxgIfvCi-WzzGLGbkw23xMoRj8rBK_3N_Sx7ohZwEIGFTwCFe0SNYflKQC6O-6bXDTioEo5bHiMj7kw/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1FEk1hW1sCFSVBpJVE5rlqtznuJAJReMU4vD9xCP9sLrqJyX74UY49PpaCpHtxgIfvCi-WzzGLGbkw23xMoRj8rBK_3N_Sx7ohZwEIGFTwCFe0SNYflKQC6O-6bXDTioEo5bHiMj7kw/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222620737858074226" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Let me tell you a love story: Boy likes girl, girl resists boy at first cause he's kinda dangerous, but then eventually they fall in love and everything is great. Until they stop for ice cream one night and the girl gets hit by a truck.... and dies. Pretty sad right? Except this isn't your typical love story, THIS is the plot of a movie called Love Story 2050. </span><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Think Bollywood meets Captain Eo (yes, the michael jackson movie from Epcot) + Star wars/5th Element + Romeo and Juliet + a cameo by Mark Twain + the reappearance of Dot Matrix from Spaceballs and a live action Teddy Rupskin (with a blue mohawk) and that's the movie I'm talking about. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We drove 45 minutes to Norwalk (i don't know where that is either) to watch a 9:45 screening, thinking that LS2050 would obviously be sold out (because apparently Norwalk is very close to the center of the LA-area Indian universe). Turns out, since </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">no one </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">bought a ticket, the theater decided not to screen the movie at all. Disappointed, we were pulling out of our parking spot when a theater worker stopped us. Since we were all willing to pay $10 each to see it (this at a theater where </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">all</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> the other movies were selling for $2.75), they thought they might as well screen it for us...we did drive all the way from LA and everything...Un-huh.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Regardless, we basically got our own private screening room, which turned out to be a huge blessing since the movie is 3 hours long, and we ended up doing alot of Mystery Science Theater 3000 chatting the whole time (both because the movie was awesome </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> we did not want to fall asleep). We would officially like to thank Jeeves for telling us about this movie in the first place, and both Jeremy and Aileen for actually being on board with all of us going to see it together. </span></div></div></div>ELPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03574230007547851121noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5477281477451372198.post-40515255700653586352008-07-12T12:22:00.000-07:002008-08-09T14:07:09.855-07:00We have blog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi48w1XH8tT8jfyq-bXeVYHOLN8Z5DVWJY14TyD3-8Ega5WEDf89YtoqOvkNGppEfisF_yADbT9_XLcTPh5IdA23TnJS8A6agnkfR34AXGG3IvPTH6_1hPtuSrnFxCvDgC7tmH3jaBBacA/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi48w1XH8tT8jfyq-bXeVYHOLN8Z5DVWJY14TyD3-8Ega5WEDf89YtoqOvkNGppEfisF_yADbT9_XLcTPh5IdA23TnJS8A6agnkfR34AXGG3IvPTH6_1hPtuSrnFxCvDgC7tmH3jaBBacA/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222213281966773634" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />It's summer, we're bored, so we created a blog. We think this is a good idea because... well we don't know if it is a good idea, I guess we'll find out! Also, please rest easy, we DO know how to spell kittens. However, we decided to go with the non-traditional spelling in homage to one of </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">our</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> favorite blogs </span><a href="http://www.cuteoverload.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">www.cuteoverload.com </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If you have not had the chance to go there, I suggest you wait until you're having a particularly bad day at work or home and then log on. If you don't smile after visiting the site.... well we just won't think about that. Have a great caturday! </span></div><div><br /></div></div>ELPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03574230007547851121noreply@blogger.com1