Author Archives: Tom

My purse. Oops! I mean… my carry-all!

I bring a bag with me to work every day. It’s not a messenger bag, it’s not a backpack, it’s not a briefcase–but all three at once. Here’s what’s inside:

Leatherman multi-tool
Mini MagLite flashlight
Comcast universal remote control
iRiver Clix 2GB
iPod Classic 80GB
iPod Touch 8GB
Shure E2C earbuds
Helio Ocean mobile phone
Bausch & Lomb eyedrops
Blistex
Stride gum
1 #2 pencil
1 black ball-point pen
1 blue ball-point pen
1 notepad with faux leather cover
1 Ziploc bag full of quarters
8GB USB flash pen drive thingy
Wallet
Keys
Sunglasses
Backup prescription glasses
Garmin Nuvi GPS navigator

What’s in yours?

The first day of awesome

Today is June 21st. Ahhh, Summer. Here in the Central Valley we get about six months of Summer. From May until November it’s 100 degrees every day. Then we get about two weeks of Fall, where the temperature is in the 70s. Then it turns cold and rains for 5 months. When the rain stops we get about 2 weeks of Spring, with nice temperatures in the 70s again. Then it’s back to six months of heat. Yay California!

So not only is it the first day of Summer, it’s also Mon’s birthday. And that makes it awesome. So to celebrate Summer, and Mon’s birfday, here’s a pic of Mon with her husband, Michael, and son, Adam.

They dress like this all the time.
Mon!

Mon says that 25 is older than dirt, but 35 is older than compost. So what’s 36? Oh, our 20 year high school reunion is in two years. Sick. What’s that smell?

Mon = Mon Frek = ‘eh Mon = Monica. She rocks. Rocks! Mon was one of my closest friends growing up. Sadly, for the past couple years I’ve been a bad friend. But I’m making the effort now! You’ll see! I can be a good friend! I’ll call, maybe even write!

And now, some pics from the good ol’ days…



From left to right: Javier, me, Dave, Monica, Big Rob, Bri, and Stoney the dog
Big Rob’s house, circa 1990
No long after this photo was taken, Bri projectile vomited in the bathtub. Mon tooks pictures. Dave and I pointed at Bri, danced around him, and laughed.



From left to right: my sister Becky, Michie, and Monica
My parent’s house in Hayward, circa 1991


Sorry for being a bad friend, Mon. Things will be different now, you’ll see.

Happy birthday, Monica!