Friday, January 27, 2006

It's stomach ache, not stomachache!

Taking Over Lisa's Blog
Well, Lisa asked me to post some more recent pictures up on her blog for her today. Of course, I could not pass up this opportunity without saying something! Now, I can tell you something hilarious that happens within our family on a daily basis, or I can use this time wisely!! Usually I will catch Lisa typing an e-mail or complaining on the phone to somebody about her "diet" and how I play such a major role in disrupting it by bringing junk food into the house and usually eating it directly in front of her (umm these chips are just awesome, by the way feel free to bring flowers to my funeral because she is going to kill me for this!) During these conversations, Lisa constantly blames me for only losing 3 pounds a week versus 5 pounds a week, (all your fault Tim) I just wanted to set the record straight. That guy who looks well in shape with a six-pack is me before our relationship began, the stubby guy holding his child up with his stomach is also me, so now you see for yourselves, the before and the after. I personally feel that both of us are in excellent shape, Lisa just having a baby looks fantastic, as we both workout 5 days a week, including Caitlyn! But just whenever Lisa is about to tell you how Tim is ruining her diet, say no more, you have the proof in these pictures that it certainly goes both ways. I love her more than anything in this world, even if she wants to blame me for making her get off the couch, go into the kitchen and grab a cookie! How could one force somebody to do all that!!?? Now, I may strategically bring them into the house but geesh, Lisa, I would never!

Also, next time, if I ever have this opportunity again, (I think not) I will share with you how Lisa earned the nickname "the cookie monster".
If I am not dead!!
Take care and enjoy the pics!!











Saturday, January 21, 2006

Try This

DO YOU HAVE THE HANDS OF A BRAIN SURGEON OR DO YOU WRITE WITH CRAYONS? I TRIED THIS 5 TIMES AND COULDN'T GET PAST LEVEL 3. I CHEATED AND USED BOTH HANDS ON LEVEL 3. I JUST COULD NOT MAKE IT TO LEVEL 4. I DON'T THINK IT'S POSSIBLE ! TRY IT . IF YOU MAKE IT TO 4 LET ME KNOW. Sound Effects or having some type of volume will help you on level 3 and 4. Good Luck--->http://www.winterrowd.com/maze.swf

Friday, January 20, 2006

You Know You're From LA When...

You're driving on the 101 and see a clear cut definition of where the smog begins and ends

You go to a karaoke bar and battle with seven year old divas-in-training who are trying to steal your thunder

You're sitting in traffic for at least an hour at any given part of the day

You go to the beach and see that real lifeguards actually do look like the lifeguards from Baywatch

You see purple and gold and the word "Threepeat" on every corner

You begin to "lie" to your friends about where you are (i.e. "Yeah I'm like 20 minutes away") - when you know that it'll take you at least an hour to get there).

You eat a different ethnic food for every meal

You look around at the nice cars around you during traffic, thinking it'll be your favorite Laker or WB star.

You make a conscious choice to watch Jay Leno over David Letterman

You mourned for Tupac and not for Biggie

You know it's best not to be on the 405 at 4:05 pm.Getting anywhere from point A to point B, no matter what the distance, takes about "twenty minutes".

You know what neighborhood someone lives in by the degree of damage incurred during the riots.

You've inadvertently learned Spanish.

You've got to bring the cat/plants in when it drops to 55 degrees.

In the "winter", you can go to the beach and ski at Big Bear on the same day.

You've bumped into a celebrity at El Pollo Loco.

You know what "sigalert", "PCH", and "the five" mean.

Your pizza delivery guy is also on contract with Warner Bros.

If your destination is more than 5 minutes away on foot, you're definitely driving.

You have a gym membership because it's mandatory.

Your TV show is interrupted by a police chase.

You can't fall asleep without the lull of a helicopter flying overhead.

When tourists ask where they can get souvenirs, you direct them to Venice Beach.

You know someone named Freedom, Rainbow, Persephone or Destiny.

You've trespassed through private property to get to the "Hollywood" sign.

You've partied in Tijuana at least once.

You know Hollywood has a "lake".

You don't stop at a STOP sign, you do a California Roll.

You've lost your car in the Century City Shopping Center parking lot.

You've ever bought oranges, flowers, cherries or peanuts on a freeway off-ramp.

You think that Venice is a beach.

You drive next to a Rolls Royce and don't notice.

You've started crossing a street and returned to the curb when the DON'T WALK sign started flashing.
You've never listened to NPR.

Calling your neighbors requires knowing their area code.

You have a favorite Thai restaurant.

You think Johnnny Rocket's is an accurate depiction of a diner.

You think Manhattan is a beach.

You eat pineapple on pizza.

You've been to Disneyland more times than Downtown.

When giving directions , you follow up with the phrase: "With/Without traffic."

You classify new people you meet by their Area Code. An "818" would never date a "562" and anyone from "323" or "213" is ghetto/second class. Best area code: "310."

Driving along, you see a high-speed police chase approaching in your rear view mirror. You don't panic or even flinch. Instead, you call your friends on your car phone and tell them you're on TV.

You know that if you drive two miles in any direction you will find a McDonald's or a Starbucks.

Your cell phone has left a permanant impression on the side of your head.

You never, ever go into the water at the Beach. You barely touch the sand.

Everyone you know has 3+ phone numbers. Home, Office, mobile, pager, two-way, voicemail.....

It is not unusual for your waitress at a restaurant to have blue streaked hair, a dragon tattoo and tounge piercing.

You are awakened in the middle of the night by a moderate earthquake. Your reply: "That ain't even a 5-pointer" and go back to sleep.

You think you are better than the people who live "Over the Hill". It don't matter which side of the hill you are currently residing, you are just better than them, for whatever reason.

You live 10 miles from work. It takes you 60 minutes to get home.

Walking out of Jamba Juice, you see that a movie is being shot on-location across the street. You are not happy, or even slightly exited that there may be a movie star there. You just say, " They f*ckin better not be blocking my parking space."

You have to yell at your bank teller through a 2 inch thick wall of plexi-glass. That last one goes for your local convienience store man, too.

You go to Las Vegas for a weekend getaway and the whole trip cost you $50.

You personally know at least 5 people with agents.

You personally know at least 3 people who have been in a movie or TV show.

You know what In N Out is and feel bad for all the other states because they don't have any.

You know that not everyone in Beverly Hills is a millionaire.

You know who the tinsel underwear dude in Venice Beach is.

You've done something on a street corner in an attempt to get money (i.e. sang, tap danced, told jokes).

You've gotten parking tickets from parking in the red zone in front of your house.

You say you live in LA when really you live in a subsection of a subsection of a subsection of southern LA.

Any major movie star is picking out the best portobello mushrooms next to you at the grocers and you don't notice.

The guy at 8:30 in the morning at Starbucks wearing the baseball cap and sunglasses who looks like George Clooney IS George Clooney.

You really can never be too rich or too thin.

The gym is packed at 3pm...on a workday.

The workday starts at 10am...or whenever you get out of your therapy session.

Any invitation comes with, "Starts at 8pm or as soon as you can get through traffic."

You have never met a waiter that wasn't really an "Actor."

You never go to a coffee house without a copy of a script - any script.

It's sprinkling and there's a report on every news station about "STORM WATCH '99"

You call 911 and they put you on hold.

You have to leave the big company meeting early because Billy Blanks himself is teaching the 4:30 tae-bo class.

The three hour traffic jam you just sat through wasn't caused by a horrific 9 car pile-up, but by everyone slowing to rubberneck at a lost shoe lying on the shoulder.

And the Winner Is...

Sorry I didn't post this sooner. It looks like sun and sand is definately in our future. I got word a couple of days ago that we are for sure going to LA. Of course, that's what I heard about DC, so I'll take it with a grain of salt until I have orders in hand. Hopefully those won't be too far off since we are leaving really soon!!

Friday, January 13, 2006

Assignment Woes

Okay, so I evidently I lied in my end of the year letter. I got news the other day that we are now definately NOT going to DC. Evidently AFPC gave my assignment to someone else when I was still on the chopping block for Force Shaping. Now, of course, I'm left with the dregs of the assignment list since nearly everything from my cycle has been filled. My CC is trying to work a couple of things for me, so, at this point, it looks like we may end up at Los Angeles AFB or Wright Patt (in Ohio). I'm not holding my breath, though. I checked out the "must fill" list and most of the assignments aren't too bad (they can't keep my overseas for another assignment without my express agreement so we are definately coming back to the States). The only one I would be really disappointed with is probably Hill (which is in nowhere Utah), but all the others would be acceptable. Ft Meade is even on there, so we could conceivably end up in Maryland anyway (although that is somewhat unlikely since it is another SIGINT assignment and the AF wants to "broaden" our career knowledge so they don't like to send you to a similar type of job). At any rate, I'll be sure to post when I hear anything. It is just very disappointing since all I'd been hearing up to this point was that my assignment was a 99% for sure thing and we were just waiting to hear back the confirmation from AFPC. And, of course, we really wanted to go to Maryland since we planed to buy a house there. We'll be alright no matter where we end up, together and happy to be in the same country as our loved ones, but it would be very nice to know where we're going since we leave in less than 3 months! :)