Thursday, July 31, 2008

Good vs. Evil - George Carlin Style

You should know that I'm a card carrying Agnostic with a capital "A". Ha... agnostics don't really carry membership cards per say, but we are definitely not bible beaters types nor are we atheists. And it seems we are perturbed by both of those parties to some degree, so when we meet a fellow claimant, we give that person the benefit of the doubt as well as a long hard skeptical look.

I think Catholicism is the longest running joke humanity had ever experienced. It's archaic, ritualistic, and it's believed to associate itself with the most pedophiles in any organization ever next to maybe... NAMBLA.

Recognize the bobbing, weaving smoking receptacle the head honchos carry around? It's burning incense. In the good old bad old days, it was used to perfume the air in an attempt to cover the odoriferous scents of the flock because regular personal hygiene hadn't been invented yet. Actually, neither had indoor plumbing and running water.

And you can thank the catholics contributing specifically to the overpopulation the states of New Jersey, New York, and Florida because any effective and chemical form of birth control is out the window. Science be damned.

What I especially enjoy is that as a catholic, you can attend church regularly, confess your sins to an official of the clergy cloaked in secrecy and repent. In my eyes, these are religiously sanctioned therapy sessions. You make your donation before you leave, light a candle and ten "hail Mary's mother of Jesus" exclamations later - taadaa! - you're a nice, clean fresh soul once more and on your marry way.

I kind of feel sorry for the clueless flock of sheep who just don't get the fact that religion was created to unify the gods and control the unruly masses of the dark ages. Do you remember the dark ages? Not a very nice time to be roaming the earth, let me tell you. Plague, pestilence, and a general malaise over a population in transition from being nomadic peoples wandering about raping and pillaging to village dwellers farming crops living in more permanent structures that weren't allowed to rape and pillage their own lest they be stoned or damned, or burned at the stake, etc etc all sorts of disgusting torture techniques used at the time. Think about it - it's depressing to have to stay in one place. The entire travel industry exists just on this premise!

Tuesday, July 29, 2008


Sunny Southern California experienced an earthquake at 10:42AM. 5.6 centered in Chino Hills.

I was in Simi Valley at the time at work and it felt like a rolling wave of energy. Because it was considered a natural disaster, it was my duty to make sure staff was O.K., secure the area, and then report to DC. Since the phones went out (both the landlines and the cell phones), I had to make my report via email. An hour later, all the staff was back from lunch and I did a facility assessment. We had 6 light tubes go out and a plastic cover on one of the lights popped off, but had no real damage.

But not so in Corona where my co-worker learned that at his mom's house, a chandelier positioned in the stairwell came crashing down from the ceiling. That had to be dramatic.

My manager called later to commiserate - I mean it's the least she can do from her road trip to DC.

My son slept through the entire thing. He didn't even stir to get then phone after I called twice. Nice.

Monday, July 28, 2008

In case of choking, don't do this

I came home to find that my son sounded quite congested like he had gotten sick from who knows where doing who knows what. But then he proceeded to tell me this story...

My son, a poor college student, eats ramen noodles a lot. It seems to be the unofficial food of college students everywhere. He buys it by the case. He had prepared himself two packages for lunch and the consistency the way he likes to eat it is that of runny spaghetti.

So somehow while eating this, probably way too fast, he started to choke on noodles because it was going down his windpipe. He coughed, then tried to catch his breathe again and when he did, he sucked a noodle up the back of his throat and into his right sinus cavity. Gross.

He said the sensation he felt was disturbing. I can only imagine. As a mom, what to do stumped me. I had never had to deal with an issue like this, so I referred to the Internet. I googled "noodle in sinus cavity". Sure enough- people had this affliction before and had suggested home remedies to dislodge said noodle.

1)blow your nose
3)irrigate your nose using a rubber bulb syringe and sterile saline solution

It seems a combination of all three finally worked for my son and because he was up so late trying to get the noodle to come out of his nose, he was out like a light for the earthquake that occured the next day (see next entry).

Sunday, July 27, 2008


Another Sunday full of rituals. I woke up, got up, brushed my teeth and hair looking at myself in the bathroom mirror. I fussed with my hair a bit thinking of how I told my hair dresser I only wash it once a week now trying not to lather up the shampoo so much and how he commented that the texture had changed for the better. My eyebrows need tending. While relieving myself, I thought it would be nice to have something new to read. Continuing to read my copy of 1000 places to see before you die, which now sits on the bathroom counter, only reminds me that I haven't traveled enough during my brief existence on this earth. I wash my hands and then wash my face and neck with an Olay facial cloth I retrieved from under the bathroom sink. I put up my hair into a clip and find my glasses.

The Sunday paper was waiting for me on the front door step. After walking into the living room half-dressed in my white bikini underwear and tie-dye tank top, I opened the front door slightly and felt the cool morning air flow over my body. From my cracked open front door view, I can see two women at the bus stop across the street. I decide to put on shorts and retreat back to my bedroom to find them.

Once dressed, I retrieve the Sunday newspaper, close the front door and then go to back to sit on my bed and page through everything that catches my attention. In my minds eye, I can see him- he is stretched out on the left side of my bed with his ankles crossed, arms folded slightly lying on his left side, and the shine of the skin on his right shin coming from the reflection of the sun coming through the open patio door. As my eyes travel over his body looking from his feet to his face, I see he's wearing blue shorts and a white tank top and napping with a peaceful look upon his face.

I looked away from him to sort out the coupons from the rest of the newspaper and ads. I heared the slight russle of the pillow upon the bed and then the crackle of his morning voice fill my ears saying, "Hey you..."

Saturday, July 26, 2008


Agitated gelatin jiggling on plate. You can picture exactly what that looks like in your minds eye if you've ever ate the stuff. I think that's kind of what happened to my brain inside my skull on the day I was hit from behind in my auto accident on the freeway. While I was talking to the Mercury Rep reporting my claim Wednesday night, I was speaking slower than I ever had before. Then, I noticed on the day after it happened, my speech was slurred and I couldn't find the words I wanted to say. I must of had a slight concussion. It was kind of disturbing to realize this, so for the rest of the day I tried to sit still and be quiet.

So I did not have to make the long drive on a Saturday morning to work overtime in order to shift loans into the new vault space this weekend, I decided to stay in Simi Valley overnight and got myself a hotel room at the aptly named Grand View Hotel. It's located on a hill and so it's true - it's got a grand view of the valley below. Most rooms also look out onto the pool area as well. It reminded me a lot of the tourist type of hotels you go to that are kinda old, kinda worn out and could use a good cleaning. One good thing though - it was fairly quiet, so I was able to catch up on some much needed rest.

I felt pretty good in the morning, took a hot shower, but discovered while getting dressed that my knee was still too sore to wear my jeans to work. Awh. Maybe next week.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Today: not so good

Today was going just fine. I had gotten to work in a flash - :55 minutes instead of the usual hour and a half. It was before 7AM when I walked through the double doors.

Today I went to lunch with the supervisor of the project manager that I'm under at work. Rare, because they are based in D.C. We ate at TGI Fridays. I had the steak salad. Then after I got back to the office, I pooed 4 times. Geesh.

Today I wrote a stupid comment to a friend on Myspace and after reading it and realizing what I said, asked for it to be deleted. Then I was humiliated even more by having to explain my stupid comment before it was deleted. Geesh.

Today I got a phone call from my co-worker at 5:15PM as I was hopping into my car to make my trek home. His car died on the 405 freeway. Crap. He was able to coast off onto the right shoulder safely though. Good.

And the #1 pisser of the day:

I was rear-ended on the 5 south freeway 2 exits north of the 134. Oh, I'm O.K.. I just got a banged up and scrapped knee and a mild concussion. The car is drivable, but didn't fare so well.


Blue is my favorite color. Has been for quite a long time. It pops up in my life frequently, so it must be other peoples favorite color, too.

I drive a blue car. My Chevy Equinox is actually my second blue car.

Last night, I was watching the Family Feud and one of the questions at the final round was, "Name a powerful color a man might wear"... I think that was the gist of the question. The number one answer was blue but the contestants gave the answers black and red.

I noticed many of the songs I listen to have the word blue in them. Just think morning I listened on the way to work, "Mr. Blue Sky" by ELO, and "Blue Morning, Blue Day" by Foreigner. I even know of a musician named Bleu. I think I might compile a mix CD for the car like that - just because.

I wear blue jeans, I eat blueberries, and I prefer writing with a blue ink pen over any other color. I rather see the blue sky instead of looking at the green ocean. Yeah, it looks green in California. If you want to look at a blue ocean, you'd have to travel to Hawaii or the Caribbean.

A Blaze

I got to work today in :55 minutes. Crazy fast. I was debating whether I should go get breakfast at Millie's (I love-love-love their country style potatoes), but I really wasn't that hungry. I had a big dinner the night before. I ate one bowl of Or-Ida Onion flavored tater tots and then a little later, a bowl of strawberry frosted mini wheats. Cereal in the evening works better for me than cereal in the AM because I don' want to have to pull off the freeway on the way to work inorder to relieve myself and be late for work. So cereal in the PM it is for now.

My co-worker was the same way today. He said there were no issues on his drive up the 405 either. So now we sit here and cruise the internet until the staff arrives and work comes in.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Things that make me happy

Farmers Markets!

1. Orange County Certified Farmer's Markets List

Fullerton Certified Farmers Market
When: Wednesdays from 8 a.m.-2 p.m
Where: Independence Park, 801 W. Valencia Drive

2. Los Angeles County Certified Farmer's Markets List

The Official Bug of Summer

I got atleast two mosquitoe bites last night in my sleep. Dang it. They itch like hell.

Monday, July 21, 2008

In the blink of an eye

I went to run some errands on Sunday morning before going to a BBQ I was invited to that a former co-worker was throwing. I wanted to wash my car, pick up my prescription at the pharmacy, find some nice pink polish for my nails at Sally Beauty Supply because this season frosted pink is not cutting it for me and go grocery shopping.

Instead of making my usual right hand turn onto Walnut, I went up one block and turned right onto Newport before turning left onto Walnut (because it's not a square block but a triangle). In doing so, this made my trip a little longer, but I had not gone that way for awhile, so why not? I saw that Grandma's Donuts had changed names, but was still in business. I also realized that now there is three India grocery stores within two blocks of each other. Must be hell on the competition.

So I'm traveling east on Walnut, concentrating on driving around a big moving truck which I swear was the same one that I saw on the 5 freeway coming home on Friday night. Th only reason I remembered it was because it had this name on the side, "Rock N Roll Movers". After maneuvering my car around the moving truck but avoiding cars traveling in the lane left to me, I look up at the intersection fast approaching at Walnut and Redhill and there is an accident at the corner I'm going to turn at. It appeared that someone ran the red light. One car was left mangled and disabled in the middle of the intersection while another was practically wrapped around a light signal pole on the other side of the street. I took a deep breathe thinking that if I went the way I normally drive during that day and that time, that accident might have been me.

I executed my right hand turn onto Redhill while shaking my head "no" at someone who pulled over and was block traffic stand in the middle of the road on his cell phone calling in the accident instead of seeing if everyone was alright first.

At the BBQ, the host whipped up strawberry margaritas. I had two strong ones...

Saturday, July 19, 2008


Now that I have discovered that my son is related to George Washington, anytime the surname happens to pop-up into my life and I'm not actively searching it out, I stop to take a deeper look.

Last weekend in the Parade magazine that comes with the Sunday newspaper, there was an ad for Martha Washington's Cookbook. Intriguing.

(Click on the image to make it readable.)
The green highlighter is the genealogy noted in the article.

You are what you eat!

Recipes are something wondrous to me. Part chemistry, sociology, economics, and agriculture, they have the power to bring everyone to the dinner table for at least a few moments in a day to break bread and feast on the bountiful harvest of the season courtesy of your local favorite big box grocery store.

Nowadays, for the majority in America at least, the challenge is not the availability of food, but the choice and the cost of it. We are a nation so wealthy and health conscience, we make reality television shows of people who made the wrong choices with their diet and now have become fat or even obese. They can't seem to lose weight on their own without the benefit of a camera watching them angst over feeding their face and then exercise with a professional trainer to the point of near exhaustion. Tis sad to watch, in a way.

You are what you eat. You reap what you sew. You get fat because you eat way, way, way too much.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Today's Lunch

Courtesy of the CW Cafeteria catering team:

Turkey lasagna
Fire grilled vegetables


Yum :D

To Err is Human, Bernanke?

Someone goofed and I think it was the reporter.

“The declines in home prices have contributed to the rising tide of foreclosures.”


Not a true statement. The way this sentence is constructed suggests that because home prices are falling, people are loosing their homes. People don't loose their home because prices are low. Low prices should create an uptick in the housing market. People loose their homes because they are not able to pay their mortgage payment in full and in a timely manner.

It should have said,

"The rising tide of foreclosures have contributed to the declines in home prices."

When foreclosures occur, these properties are priced lower because:

1) The lender is really only looking to recoup their losses plus the market rate value of the home.

2) The more cheap housing is placed and stays unsold on the market, the more property valuations will be pulled lower for the entire market, region, state, your hometown, your neighborhood, and your street.

See Article: Little foreclosure relief seen from housing bill

Monday, July 14, 2008

To work or not to work or does work work

This just smells bad. Shades of Resmae on a grandiose scale. People make faces when things smell bad. Do you know what I mean? That, "Oh, no" and "Oh, God" kind of face.

See Article: Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac and the U.S. Treasury

Haircut @ Old Glory Barbershop in Venice, CA

I had not had a decent hair cut in four months, so I txt msg Chuck to see if he was cutting. He tells me to come on down. Must be a slow Sunday. After going to the OC Fair, I head to Venice.

These are interiors of the shop I took while I was waiting around.

This is what I call "Obey - The Wall". It's something you can't miss as you enter the shop as it's sprawled all over the back wall staring you down. Like it? See: Obey Giant

The advertising postcard phenomenon.

Reception area, view #1

Reception area, view #2

Reception area, view #3. This is the tattoo parlor (room) in the back of the shop. Note the Yelp! sticker on the tattoo parlor's window...

I have a few more, but I didn't like those so much... Have a nice week.

8 Ways To Make a Million

See Article: 8 Ways To Make a Million

Sounds intriguing, but might be too much work involved. Read later.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Time to unclutter: the saga continues...

It was time for me to shed my anxiety about selling my dad's machinist roll away tool chest and just do it. Today was the chosen day. It sat in the corner of my dining room for far, far too long; almost three years. It was there because storage fees were $100 a month for the size of a walk-in closet and I didn't want to pay for storage anymore. After I brought it home and I had no other secure place to put it, so there in my dining room it sat.

This was the ad I posted on this morning:


Used Kennedy Rollaway+Machinist Tools

I am selling an old used Kennedy Rollaway plus all the machinist's tools inside for $400 OBO, cash only. Will not part out. It must be sold as-is and all in one unit.

It belonged to my father who passed away a few years ago, so it's been sitting in my diningroom since then. He was a machinist who primarily worked aerospace jobs for over 45 years so this is his accumulation, a full box of good usable machinst's tools.

This brown Kennedy Rollaway is a two piece unit with a flip top and the rest are all glide drawers. A wooden hutch separates the two boxes creating a place to sit tools while you work. Each box can be secured with the original locks; keys included.

This box contains the machinist's bible, various charts and guides, and a large assortment of rasps, micrometers, feeler gauges, clamps, wrenches, cutting, sharpening stones especially used for CNC/tool and die, etc. etc. etc.

It's very heavy, so you'll need to bring a truck and a furniture dolly to remove it yourself.

Interested? Please call (714) 832-XXXX for an appointment.


I actually got two potential buyers and I was able to get both of them to come my home at 1:00 PM to view the box and make me an offer.

The first gentleman told me a total sob story about how he has been a machinist for 25 years and he was recently laid off from his job and had placed his tool box in the back of this truck while going home. He stopped at the grocery store and by the time he got back to his truck, his tool box was gone. So sad. Sure, it's just tools to some people, but it's also your lively hood.

The second gentleman who was traveling from the 323 area to see the box called me three times before he even got to my home. He brought his father, a truck, and cash. He looked at each drawer like 6 times each with his dad. Got the O.K. from his father and then told me he'd take it.

YEAH!! It took him and his father about 20 minutes to remove the entire thing and get it loaded up onto his truck. And then the weirdest thing happened. My mom called. I haven't talked to her I think since May, but she called today of all days. I was in the process of supervising the removal so that my neighbors would not be freaking out over the parking or anything and I lost the signal. Once I got back to the house returning the dolly, I told my son to call her back and tell her I'd call back once I was done with the transaction.

Reviewing the Estate's spreadsheet, I'm still over $400 in the hole, but I have taken back my dining room today and that feels good. I'm going to clean it all up now.

Here's One

My son, who is now 21 years old, has never been a discipline problem. He never had any reason to rebel, so I've never experienced any late night calls from the police department or him stealing from me because he needed to buy smokes, drugs or get some idiot to pimp him beer from the liquor store across the street. He's your a-typical gamer/slacker anxious to find where life's going to take him as he gets through college and grows up.

At one point, he was the target of a well-meaning educator who thought he had ADHD. I took a few classes after work to help see if he was really this way or what was really going on in class when he would stare out the window while the teacher was trying to get his attention. Over time, I came to the conclusion that he was just smart and bored in a over-crowded class that spent more time reviewing and repeating for the benefit of the non-English speaking students than teaching the mind of my curious child.

So when the title of the article "Kicked out of Preschool" flashed upon my computer screen after I checked my email this morning, I had to read it to squelch my own curiosity about how and what was going on with a kid like this. I recognize that true ADHD kids can be hyper for a number of reasons and will to varying degrees exhaust their parents physically, emotionally, and mentally. At one point, I thought my nephew was ADHD until I separated him from his older brother and once he was given one-on-one attention not having to compete for it, his behavior was fine. It was almost night and day.

The behavior problems described in the article were aggressive behavior, including biting and hitting, and other hard-to-control behaviors, such as running away. Using my nephew as an example, imagine a kid with siblings who comes from a broken home, divorced mom working more than 40 hours a week to make ends meet and now the kid now acts out for any number of reasons in a preschool class because now mom is gone again and the child can't cope. He lives in an apartment with nowhere to run, gets little attention at home because of competing siblings and the demands on his mother of running a household and is babysat with the TV while mom tries to relax. While mom cooks a high fat, starch and caloric meal, cheap, quick food with little nutritional value, she also thinks about her own monthly cravings and decides everyone will get a scoop of ice cream before they get ready to go to bed.

This parenting sounds normal enough and everyday, right? It actually sets up the ADHD prone kid for failure.

Some of the women and I were talking out loud at work this week and it seems we have very strong views about how parenting should be for the first 5 years of life. Mom needs to be mom at home and not work because the most important job you can ever do in your life is "parent". If you approach it as a job and do everything in your power to perform it well, your and society's reward is a respectful, compassionate, functional adult.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Today, it got ugly in my own backyard

Today, it got ugly in my own backyard. Indymac Bank was seized by FDIC this afternoon. Bloop, no more. Insolvent. They are yet another company affected by making bad subprime loans. About 8,000 people will loose their jobs over this mess. NPR said it was the #2 largest private bank failure in the U.S. They are or should I say were based in Pasadena, California, one of the cities I pass on the way to Countrywide. And don't forget Indymac Bank was a spin-off of Countrywide, which is now owned by Bank of America.

Not to be outdone, there was rumours that Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae were tanking, their credit ratings were reduced to junk bond status and the companies may need a government bailout. They are now involved in 70% of the loans made in the U.S. But hey, it pays the bills. My bills. Until my contract is over. Sigh.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Wine not whine

Thank you to one of my big bosses for buying me this bottle of wine while I sat and monitored your loans and the processes that occur about them the last time you were out to visit the facility in good ole Simi Valley, CA.

I must say this bottle of 2005 Petite Sirah by David Bruce is better than the carborator cleaner I picked up last time trolling around BevMo by Screaming Jack which was 2004 Petite Sirah, oddly enough. All I've got to say is 2004 must have been a very bad year for that particular winery. I think I drank a half of a glass before I let the rest of the bottle clean out the pipes underneath my kitchen sink.

This is atleast drinkable, but still not fruity enough for my taste. Is there something similar to grape fruit juice with alcohol in it? Maybe I'm looking for wine made with something other than grapes. Maybe I should go that route and see if I'm happier or more drunk than I am right now. I thought i read about some fruity made wines made along Lake Erie, of all places.

I'm not drunk, not even buzzed, but I am having a hard time typing. When has that been a surprise though? Haha.

Monday, July 7, 2008

LA Weekly

I have a love+hate relationship with LA Weekly similarly to many of the men in my life. It seems to be written better than OC Weekly and I love that fact. It has more articles I can almost connect with and I love that fact, too. I hate though that I have to pay for the damn thing when I locate it for sale in Orange County if you want the tactile satisfaction of holding actual bound printed matter in your hands to read. Oh don't worry - it's the same way for the LA dwellers that want to learn about the democratic monogamous way of life south of the county border, too. Pay-pay-pay and pay some more unless you can tolerate the online version. It's O.K. and does the job, too.

Two articles that caught my attention this time around are:

Lust in LA


Zen and the art of Cougar Hunting

Both hit a little too close to home these days. How so? I'm 42 and the last two guys I dated, and I use that term loosely, were in their mid to early 30's and one was specifically looking for his next level of thrill by way of a threesome and other assorted kink I couldn't find myself rising to without a certain level of trust and disgust. Call me old fashioned, but one-on-one is how it's done and all these feelings of competition and rejection well up when I think of the number three.

So thank you so much, LA Weekly, for giving me something more to read than the fucking boring ass LA Times while I'm sitting watching other people work. Much appreciated.


Turkey burger
on a wheat bun
with mustard (of course)
romaine lettuce
and a
mixed fresh fruit side
for $3.75

You can't beat that.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Thanks, Claudia

Sometimes my friend Claudia sends me these gems she shares with other friends. This is one of them.

Subj: A Moral Tale

In the beginning God covered the earth with broccoli, cauliflower and spinach, with green, yellow and red vegetables of all kinds so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.

Then using God's bountiful gifts, Satan created Dairy Ice Cream and Magnums. And Satan said, 'You want hot fudge with that? And Man said, 'Yes!' And Woman said, 'I'll have one too with chocolate chips'. And low and behold they gained 20 pounds.

And God created the healthy yoghurt that woman might keep the figure that man found so fair. And Satan brought forth white flour from the wheat and sugar from the cane and combined them. And Woman went from size 2 to size 14.

So God said, 'Try my fresh green salad'. And Satan presented Blue Cheese dressing and garlic croutons. And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.

God then said 'I have sent you healthy vegetables and olive oil in which to cook them'. And Satan brought forth deep fried coconut king prawns, butter-dipped lobster chunks and chicken fried steak, so big it needed its own platter, and Man's cholesterol went through the roof.

Then God brought forth the potato; naturally low in fat and brimming with potassium and good nutrition. Then Satan peeled off the healthy skin and sliced the starchy centre into chips and deep-fried them in animal fats adding copious quantities of salt. And Man put on more pounds.

God then brought forth running shoes so that his Children might lose those extra pounds. And Satan came forth with a cable TV with remote control so Man would not have to toil changing the channels. And Man and Woman laughed and cried before the flickering light and started wearing stretch jogging suits.

Then God gave lean beef so that Man might consume fewer calories and still satisfy his appetite. And Satan created McDonalds and the .99 cent double cheeseburger. Then Satan said 'You want fries with that?' and Man replied, 'Yes, and super size
'em'. And Satan said, 'It is good.' And Man and Woman went into cardiac arrest.

God sighed ......... and created quadruple by-pass surgery.
And then ........... Satan chuckled and created the National Health Service.


After an exhaustive review of the research literature,
here's the final word on nutrition and health.:

1. Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
2. Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
3. Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
4. Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.
5. Germans drink beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than us..
6. The French eat foie-gras, full fat cheese and drink red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.

CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

Here endeth the Lesson.

Don't ask this question

I told my friend Ron that I was casually thinking about moving away from California in search of a job because mortgage is dead in Orange County and it seems if I'm to continue my career in the niche field of my choice, I'd have to relocate.

So out of my utter frustration, I typed the question in to Google, "Where did my job go?" Google didn't have the right answer for me.

Later though, CNN had the answer for me and I'm not quite sure I like it.

Plano, TEXAS seems to be the place to be. Here's the link.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Happy July 4th

My July 4th started at 4:00PM on July 3rd, driving home from Simi Valley to Orange County. I had passed on the task of getting gas that morning for beating the traffic to work. I planned on leaving early because that's what you should do before a three day weekend - get a jump on your weekend just because you can. So I sat in a plethora of traffic for three hours from 4-7pm watching the cars go wherever they did crawling on the 5 freeway to home. As I parked in the carport, I noted I was left with less than an eighth of a tank of gas, but not quite empty.

My son called me while I was passing through the East LA interchange to remind me we need paper towels and provisions for tomorrow's planned BBQ. After I got home and changed, we hit Thrifty Oil then Von's and then back home.

Part of the menu was Jello fruit parfait. I hadn't made it in such a long time. I had to talk to my co-worker about the recipe. There is two variants I knew about and so did he - the pistachio and the fruit. I was planning on making the fruit. So I had to prepare two cartons of strawberry flavored jello and put it into the refrigerator before I fell asleep.

The next morning after watching all the Today show I could tolerate, then I prepared the fruit parfait with one cool whip, two cans of drained fruit cocktail, two sliced bananas, and a pint of sliced strawberries. I chopped up the jello and mixed everything together and sank it back into the refrig.

2PM rolls around and its BBQ time. I grilled the Hebrew Nationals and prepared the diced dill pickle and red onion slurry to top the dogs. We watched the Tom Petty documentary on either IFC or Sundance that was on almost until the end (I watched it before). With spicy brown mustard, I'm full, happy and now I'm going to take a nap.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Yeah Thursday!

Nothing says a three day weekend is oh so near than Thursday morning big pink box of sugar laden doughnuts waiting for you at work. Oh yeah, and my apple fritter is waiting for meeee! Nice.

It's 7:00AM and I'm munching on my second doughnut and about to prepare my second cup of hot green tea, so I'm good to go until lunchtime.

I'm hoping to leave the office by 4:00PM today.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

It's old

The automobile has been around for way too long now and it's gotta go. The technology is over one hundred years old. Automobiles will never be carbon neutral nor green for a very, very long time to come.

Maybe we should go back to walking or riding horses. Maybe wagons were a bad idea because they hitched horses to them thus inventing the term "horse power".

Maybe we should work and live in the same city and ditch the thought of utilizing HOV lanes or commuting to anywhere our feet won't carry us.

Maybe we shouldn't buy or even own more than we can carry on your backs. At least when we were more nomadic peoples, you never heard about childhood obesity and type 1 diabetes because people ate less and moved around more.

Did oil companies come before automobiles? No. Oil companies began during the industrial age for the lubrication of machines. Whale oil was used as fuel for lamps. But it's a bad idea to kill too many whales because then the earth would be void of another species.

No one cared much about deforestation when trees were utilized to construct wooden vessels to explore the open seas. Now, too many people need toilet paper in China, so we better plant a tree before Brazil looses it's rain forest to the high end furniture makers of the world because you wanted a teak patio set.

Are we evolving or devolving?

Be careful what you wish for

So previously, I complained that the state of california was fining private residents for not clearing away brush from there homes, but on the southern california freeway systems I happen to drive now with regular frequency, there is a virtual fire hazzard just waiting to happen.

Last night driving home from work, I viewed the CalTrans orange bags left on an area where the trash and weeds was cleared away on the gore point on the east LA interchange east where the 10 east merges with the 5 east. Nice.

It was the same area where I think I counted no less than 5 hubcaps, 4 bottles of assorted booze and what not.