Browse Month: February 2011

Such liars…

Last weekend I was misled by the weather reporters. I should know better to believe anything I see on TV but I was hopeful that this would actually come true. We were having REALLY cold temps during the week and lots of rain earlier in the week and there were reports of possible snow in SF…at sea level! The last time it had snowed in the city was in 1976. So on Friday night, I stayed up until midnight to see if it was actually going to happen. It was really cold but there wasn’t a rain cloud in sight. Boo…no snow for me. I’m such a sucka.

Day Off


Yesterday was President’s Day and while I went to work, Jes had the day off.  Before I left for work, I put a Post-It on the computer that said “Dog needs a walk and food.  Store opens at 11.”  When I got home, I asked him how his day was and he replied, “Meh.”

Today I got an email from the Husband with the subject line stating: “My Day Off” with a link to this picture.  I think this is what he wished he did yesterday because he actually did walk the dog and picked up two 5-pound bags of dog food.  On top of that, he vacuumed the house, bought groceries at Safeway, and made that delicious roasted chicken in yesterday’s post.  I’m not sure I’ll be this lucky next time.

My Husband the Chef

As most of you know, Hubs does most of the cooking in this house.  It all started when he was a victim of the 2001 Dot-Com Bust and spent a few months in the apartment unemployed and watching hours of the Food Network.  He learned the proper way to use a knife (and how to buy a good one), learned how to make sauces, and grilled a mean steak.

Ten years later, he’s still kickin’ butt and these past couple days were no different.  On Sunday, I was treated to Pork Loin Chops with Pineapple Relish.

Tonight, I came home from work on Presidents’ Day to a husband massaging an organic chicken in butter and rosemary preparing a hybrid of Thomas Keller’s Roast Chicken Recipe and Smashed Potato Recipe from our Ad Hoc at Home book.

I’m one lucky girl.

Funny Faces

Had coffee with Michelle and Reese again this morning.  Reese was having a good time hanging out with her tongue sticking.  Michelle tried to get a photo with her phone but got this instead.  Heh heh.  I look foolish but Reese is still adorable.

Lunchbox

Is anyone else sad that Borders is closing down a bunch of their stores?!  I LOVED going to the one across the street from my house and it closed down last year.  Just recently they filed bankruptcy and I got an email that the store in the mall downtown was also closing and were having a big close-out sale.

So, Jes and I headed over in the rain and I picked up a few things: a Spanish grammar book, a couple magazines, a couple travel books, and THIS AWESOME LUNCHBOX!  Now that I won’t have any Borders nearby, where am I going to buy my Paperchase goods?!

My Passport

The picture above was taken on our way to the airport in 2004.  (Happy Birthday, Huy!!)  It’s crazy that it’s been 10 years since I last renewed and I’ve had a pretty good run!  My passport just expired this past January and as I was filling out the paperwork for the renewal I flipped through the pages of stamps that I had inside.

Here’s a list of the places I’ve been:

Costa Rica – June 2004 (my first international trip in 18 years)
Thailand – December 2005/January 2006
Belize and Guatemala – September 2008
Italy – September 2009
London and Paris – September 2010

Phew!  What fun!

With this renewal looming for the past couple months, I put off getting my photo taken once again.  I FINALLY took my new photo last weekend at Walgreens while I was out running errands and thankfully my hair was brushed and I hadn’t just woken up.  ‘Cuz that’s what happened last time.

Back in 2001, I was living at home in Cerritos and I was putting off renewing my passport for several months.  My mom was tired of reminding me so one morning she woke me up in a hurry and said, “Get dressed, we’re going to AAA to get your passport picture taken.” I was given just enough time to brush my teeth and put my contacts on.  I was still in the t-shirt I was sleeping in and my hair was a mess.  The guy behind the camera clicked the camera so quickly without counting or anything and it was done.  Unfortunately, when I got the photos, I looked like a refugee with my hair sticking out on one side, my t-shirt collar all crooked and wrinkled, and my face and eyes were swollen.  I must admit it was a picture of supreme hotness.  At the moment I didn’t really care and mailed it in with my application but later on I regretted not taking a new one.  Jes always makes fun of me each time we go through customs and says in a gruff voice, “Let me into your country.  I want to eat your children.”  Great…he’s so supportive….  I’ve even had the guy behind the customs window make a double-take after looking at my passport!  This happened not just once but several times.  Wah. Waaah….

So my new photo has been taken and the application is ready to be mailed.  Pretty soon I should be ready to travel for the next 10 years with a less-embarrassing photo.  And no, I’m not going to post my refugee photo.