Blue Jar, Not Fish

after 12 years, college friend heidi and her equally genius man haiwei finally tied the knot. i got my butt up to san jose to see them and hang with the mccormick crowd i hadn't kept up with in a while. it was great to see everyone and learn that i am officially the most delinquent person of the group. everybody was either a doctor, an engineer lead, a millionaire, a mother, a father, or all of the above.

before i continue, here's the lovely couple.














my favorite part of the wedding, besides the friends and the endless chinese food at the reception, was during the ceremony. the officiant had haiwei and heidi pour their respective jars of sand into one larger jar. the message was that by marriage they are as hard to separate as the collective grains of sand. his jar was of white sand and hers of blue.

so, when they started to pour the sand very slowly into the main jar, it didn't take long for one of us to start the chain of laughter. the combined jar of sand did not turn "light blue" -- it just remained the same blue from heidi's jar. when the officiant held up the combined jar, crystal and i started whispering things like, "heidi dominates!" or "heidi wins!" really, at this point, they shouldn't fast-forwarded the ceremony to the kiss.

Win

i was telling crystal few weeks ago about my friend mark who named his new baby daughter story.

i said to crystal, "...and he named her story as in...like...a stoooory."
she responded, "ooooooh!" and then pause.
few seconds later, she exclaimed, "wait a minute, do you realize what you just said? that was the worst explanation ever!"
i yelled back, "but you understood me!"
she had no comeback.
thus, i won. happy sauj.

btw, i heard kevin and bean quote someone this morning. they said that there be booming business for cat-sitters this friday when sex and the city is released. HAHA

Hiding Go

since we sit out in the open at work, one does not have any privacy in conversations. normally at other offices, people jump into open conference rooms to have their "oh baby i miss you" or "yes, i can come into interview with you tomorrow" convos. unfortunately, i work at a rapidly growing company where our 3 conference rooms are always occupied with employees doing real work. so, what do people do?

well, it's like playing hide and seek (which i always thought was calling "hiding go seek"...which is obviously stupidly fobby). i got a personal call at work last week. so i jumped out of my seat, put my friend on hold, and proceeded to walk out towards the lobby. someone was there on his cellie. so i walked outside to the smoking area. there were 2 smokers chillin' and 1 other person on his cell. so i walked in the warehouse to hide within our inventory (and grinning cause i thought this was so genius) but spotted another person on his cell between the shelves. beaten down, i walked in the back door where i heard another girl sitting on a staircase -- "sure grandma," she said. i gave up, hung up, walked back to my desk, and proceeded to IM for a really long time with my friend who originally called me.

now you wonder why i have such an IM addiction. i blame work.

301st Post

so, willets is right. my 300th post should have been a tribute to the humble origins of this blog. it's been just over 3 years since i had my quarterlife crisis, quit my job, moved out of my flooded venice beach apartment, and started to write my trivial random thoughts to the world wide web. i clicked on few entries to jive my memory of what has gone on in my life for the past few years. here's my quick recap...

input: lazy, out-of-shape, confused, fobby girl in search of a new career, love, life...going through a quarter-life crisis

process: kills 3 fish, 1 liver, few jokes, many brain cells, 1 startup idea, internet space for 300 blog posts

output: lazy, out-of-shape, confused, fobby girl in search of a new career, love, life...going through a third-life crisis

hmm, at least there is the new blackberry bold to look forward to: http://www.blackberry.com/blackberrybold/ yay!

Inappropriate

so the blogger tells me that this is my 300th post. yay. i almost feel like i have to give a kobe-eque gay mvp acceptance speech. to all my 3 readers, this goes out to you. i wouldn't be here at my 300th post of meaningless, nonsensical blabber of random thoughts if it wasn't for you. the 300th post is not an individual achievement. i wouldn't be here without you, my team. we're like a family, man. family.

now that deep thought is out of the way, can i tell you how lame i am? i was driving to a quick coffee break the other day when "talk of the nation" was on. i don't particularly care for the topics on this talk show, but i love it when larry mantle has to cut off some "expert" on the phone due to time constraints. it's totally like the oscars but for talk radio -- the music starts to play over the speech, the expert feels pressured and talks faster, larry tries to butt in with "uh...uh"...and finally he cuts the person off and says, "thank you blah blah blah."

anyhoo, i arrived at my destination before larry had a chance to cut anyone off, so i just sat in my truck. after a few minutes, larry pulled through for me and i got a good laugh. with a goofy, satisfied look on my face, i turned to get out of the truck...to see this random, completely sketchy looking dude is staring at me. i'm all weirded out but i have to walk past him, and when i do, he whispers to me in this totally creepy way, "waaaaaaaaaas it gooooood?"

i'm think to myself WTF but it comes out of my mouth as "yes, thanks. very satisfying."

and no, i don't want to know what the dude was thinking. all i know is that i gotta stop talking to strangers...and learn to keep it to myself when larry hits the spot.