Goodbye monday mornings at LAX

No more waking up at 3:55am for me on Monday mornings after today. In about 40 minutes, I’ll be taking my last early flight out of lax to sfo.

I’m not going to miss being here this early, but I’ll miss so-cal, hanging out with friends in the area and the beautiful sunny beaches. Training in so-cal along the pacific coast is my favorite so far. Running in the sand, cool breezes to wick off any sweat and then cooling off in the cold pacific ocean. Man, what a life I’ll miss living. I can’t do the same in the bay.

In a couple weeks, John will be moving up and we’ll finally start a new chapter in our relationship where we will finally live in the same city can’t wait!

Hopefully we will have a home in the Santa Monica or manhattan beach area in the somewhat near future. I’d love for our kids to be able to live by the beach and enjoy so-cal the same way we did.

But then again, we want to live in France as well. We might have to pick one, but who says we can’t have both? Someday… We will see.

Already can’t wait to plan my next trip to l.a. …. Oh wait, I’ll be here again in 3-4 weeks yay!

Time to go ! Bye bye

Almost over

It’s 5:30am on a monday morning and I’ll be boarding my flight soon to headback up to the bay. sigh. My weekend trips to so-cal are about to end. Next weekend is the last trip to LA in my series of LA flights and the last time I’ll stay at john’s ktown apt.

I’m defitnitely going to miss so-cal. This summer has been a great experience filled with lots of travel, sun, beaches, food and physical activities. I’m sad that all my photographs from this summer were stolen by some lowlife, but oh well. Things could be worse. I still have John and we’ll create more memories together. Cabo is coming up in november and again in January! Woohoo… And our 52 week honeymoon will start at the end of this month once I get the companion pass.

Lining up now for my flight now…

It’s almost over. I won’t miss waking up at 3:55am to get to LAX, but all my weekends have been worth it. Despite what happend last Monday at work, life is oh so good

Nap time!

I still think I have my pictures…

I haven’t been this sad since I dropped the external terabyte harddrive at the airport.

Yesterday, someone came into our office and stole 3 macbooks, 3 iphones, 2 wallets and a backback filled with a camera, kindle and mp3 player. My 32gb iphone and macbook is in that list. We tried asking ATT and Apple to see if they could track my phone using the GPS to catch the thief, but they said it wasn’t possible (what the hell?!)

The iphone, eh, whatevers. I can email my friends to get their contact information and can purchase a new phone. What hurts the most is that most of the pictures I’ve taken during my trips and events in 2009 are gone. Seafare in Seattle, Vancouver, B.C, Palm Springs, Eve & Isaiah’s wedding, all my food porn – gone. I can’t relive those moments. And with my shitty memory, I have nothing to look back on to remember those days. I’d pay a lot of money to get those photos back, but what are the odds of me being able to get my macbook back with all the original data still there?

I still keep thinking my pictures are on my new laptop under madeleine >> maDdz >> piCtures.  I should’ve learned my lesson the first time around when I dropped the terabyte at SFO, but I didn’t get hit hard enough and didn’t back up all my memories on smugmug. I pay a yearly service for it and I’m barely utilizing it. Stupid, stupid me. I can’t control how many rotten people are in the world, but I can do better when it comes to storing my photos and important documents.

Happy 28th…

I need to get this out. It’s odd how some things I can never forget. I can still hear your voice telling my “picky, picky, picky”. I still remember clearly how you looked in your casket before your funeral. Your hair was slicked back, which was totally unusual. Your eyes sewed shut, which caused your eyelashes to clump together. The cries for you to wake up, which still bring tears to my eyes today. Everything happens for a reason, right? It’s what I always tell myself when things just don’t seem to go the right way at the moment. I still can’t justify what happened and probably never will. I hate to say this, but you’re one of my biggest regrets. I never took the time to put more effort and now I can’t take that back. But you taught me to not take for granted what I have. I can only tell you now that I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You got my red roses, right? Happy 28th birthday, John. I only wonder….

Another Whack Dream

Keywords – Discovery or Travel Channel, I believe more the former, Ghosts, someone died b/c of the ghost, Botswana and planes dropping bombs and firing guns (aerial view).

It started off with a show on Discovery channel about ghosts and being a contestant, sorta. People were on the show to find out if ghosts actually existed or if they would ever believe they could be true. The ghosts showed themselves and were dressed in pharoah like apparel. One guy didn’t respect the home nor believed in it all, and he was killed by one with a spear.

Moving on, the ghosts were somehow related to all that died in Botswana. I got an aerial view of the place and saw the planes drop bombs and fire rounds of bullets at people and buildings below. I particularly remember the plane hitting this thing that stores planes and that had trucks. A hangar! That’s what it was. Then, the citizens of Botswana, ghosts I believe, were all at this dirt mound hanging around.

So weird. And when I woke up and went into the kitchen, I saw Hotel Rwanda on the countertop….

A-List Status

I got my A-list Status early from Southwest! Sweet. No more waiting minutes before check-in time. No more worrying about being in LAX security line for 40 minutes.

I <3 Southwest. Next up… companion pass for John! Jan. 2010, baby…

I Gotta Feelin’…

Lovin’ this song at the moment.

We were in the car and John proposed hours earlier at Manhattan beach. I had a huge bump on my knuckle and it hurt. hahahaha.

“Mazeltof!”

Torn…

I would love for me and John to start our family next year. But at the same time, I want to complete the Boston marathon and the Malibu Triathlon. I can’t complete 3 in the same year. At least I don’t think I can or should. I can’t even imagine training and participating with a baby inside me!

I’m creating the pressure on myself and I don’t know what to do. I feel disappointed in myself for not planning this better. For not getting off my lazy ass to get these goals off the list years ago so we can have our first child in 2010. My goal was 2010. It still is, sorta, but I just don’t know how likely it’ll happen anymore.

Sigh… this makes me sad. I know what the answer should be, though. Have the child first. It’s our baby’s health. The older I get, the higher the risks for birth defects and complications. I’d feel guilty the rest of my life knowing that I could’ve prevented any illness from our child. Sigh… no triathlon for me for a while because 2010 is just around the corner.

This upsets me..

“1303 GMT: Prime Minister Gordon Brown says he fears British citizens may be on board the aircraft.”

Oh no, there were British citizens on board, too!? Now we’re worried…

Things like this upsets me like no other. It shouldn’t matter whether or not the people on board were British, American, French, Brazilian, etc.  A person’s citizenship doesn’t change the fact that we’re the same – we’re human. Take it another step and we’re all living organisms on this earth. A speck of life in the universe. And yesterday’s crash took away lives. Does it really matter if some were British?!

My condolences goes to the family and friends of those who died yesterday. I don’t care about what country they came from. Knowing that doesn’t, er, shouldn’t, make the situation more of less worse. The pain felt is universal. Anyone who has had to deal with death will understand that feeling. It’s about the loss of a life … not about one less citizen from your country.

I Love Running..

Decided at the last minute to go for a run after work… and I LOVED IT! I miss training for the marathon so much. My knee is a little swollen now, but I blame it on the shoes. I ran in my old Kinseis, which have no cushion or support left.

Ran from work, down Embarcadero, to the Golden Gate Bridge/Chrissy Fields and back  = 10 miles. Woohoo!

It was an awesome run. I loved seeing all the sport bikes meeting up in the Marina, too. Drool – I want my own crotch rocket….