Celebrating the 5th Anniversary of my 29th Birthday at Disneyland. She’s my favorite character from the L. Carroll novel. I wonder if that’s a man inside that costume.
carrousel de paris, originally uploaded by foodcoma.
I love hopping over to Little Brown Pen to see the latest Paris photos from Nichole, who I believe spends half her time living there. She has asked her readers to share some of their photos from the city of lights. Here’s my contribution to the ‘Your Paris‘ Flick Pool.
It was April 2005 and I had just quit my job. I was on a travel kick and after returning from a two week road trip across the rocky mountain states, my girlfriend Maggie asked if I would accompany her. Sure, unemployment allows for spontaneous, jet-setting adventures.
Grandma’s 91st Birthday, originally uploaded by foodcoma.
What do you get someone who is turning 91? Well, you have a ten course banquet meal with all your relatives and you also send a nice birthday card with a Hello Kitty lucky envelope (with cash).
Happy Birthday, Grandma! I suppose the spanking machine is out of the question.
I spent another week exploring Zion National Park. Despite this being my third time visiting, I got to experience new things completely outside of my comfort zone. Including but not limited to rapelling off 50 foot cliffs, trying to get a slot canyon WITHOUT climbing and hiking through semi-waist deep waters.
I woke up with an awful headache this morning and now I’m back in the office dealing with the usual Monday bullshit. HOWEVER, Monday won’t be as painful because I can start watching The Tonight Show again! I bailed after Johnny Carson left because I thought Jay Leno sounded like a complete idiot. Listening to him interview celebrities was like watching a 6th grader interview for a class newspaper.
I love you, Conan O’Brien. Now that you live in California, please come visit me. I make a mean sangria.
A friend sent this link over to me this morning and thought this was definitely the reason why I don’t have a gym membership. Also, I think gyms smell like ass on a hot day in New York City. Incidentally, I was at Trader Joe’s last night after a short run and had an exchange with the cashier when he asked me if I ran on a treadmill at the gym. I told him that I didn’t belong to a gym because it made me feel like a hamster on a wheel. I also think for me it’s another place to feel alienated, you know, like high school or church.
December 1975 – Santa Monica, CA
A million mad props to my mom for putting up with a lot of my crap. Also, thanks for changing your mind about sending me to an all girls Catholic high school.
