I picked getting a raise in an earlier round but here I have to go with long summer vacations. It doesn’t matter how many raises I get, I can never really take more than 2 weeks off work and I’ve only done that once, with three years’ notice. I can’t imagine having 90 days every year where I can go on an epic road…

Sister, is that you?

Starred for your stupid, choking Wildcats.

My sister has to fight the blue jays and squirrels for her pomegranates. Some years she has more than she needs and some years she only gets a couple.

Having grown up with a peach tree that had alternating seasons, it depends. Some years, we would have 1oo’s of peaches. We would have to go out and harvest BAGS of them every night. We had to try to beat the birds to them. Our dog would pull on the branches to watch them fall. We had peach everything. We gave…

Today goes from good to great if UCLA takes down Kentucky in the men’s tourney. Woohoo! Go Bruins!

I turned off the radio and started listening to “The Stand” on audible. It was a random choice after talking late into the night about old Stephen King books.

There were days when the only thing I did was set the table at 4:58 before my mother got home and I didn’t feel a single pang of guilt. Now, if I spend half my Saturday watching TV or movies, I feel literally sick to my stomach.

I used the $1 off coupon for Cottenelle that you left on Sunday. Thanks!

Did you say Complicit?

These definitely have the feeling of the 70's to them. I am turning 45 in 2 weeks and these all have that slight out of focus, weird color vibe.

I’ve been calling it AHCA, rhymes with caca.

I was listening and watching on my computer in the office. I flipped the screen off several times and then actually shouted, “fuck you.” I was not alone in the office when this happened.

I thought that we were rich until about junior high. I mean, we would DRIVE from California in our little wagon to Iowa for vacation, swinging by Oklahoma to see my Dad’s extended family. I saw all kinds of things from the awesome (Mt. Rushmore) to the lame (Dick the talking donkey). Sure, my mom would cry when she…

Well, I don’t live in Issa’s district so I’ll need to work with those that are in his district to help them. That is why we will be following their lead on this. I am fortunate with the rep that we have.

I’m in CA 47 and my rep is pretty damn blue (http://lowenthal.house.gov/). Still about 20 of us showed up at his office today to ask his staff for a town hall. Turns out they were trying to plan one but based on the other reps’ experienced realized they couldn’t just hold it at a small venue. They are currently…

I would call my friends in the MORNING when we were getting ready for school. My mom would be, “you are going to see them in an hour, can’t it wait?” No, it could not.

I had a pager so that my staff could reach me and then used it until the birth of the cell phone. I remember having to use pay phones to return calls. Ahhh, good times.

I got my own line on 02/14/1984 at the age of 12. It was the greatest day of all time. The phone was a hand me down from an office or something but it did the job. Further, I had a 20 foot cord so I could drag it to other rooms. I still remember my phone number!

Try trying to win a radio dial in contest with one of those.