Meet Boo!

So we couldn't resist the sweetness of the little black and white kitty. Matt suggested "Boo" if it was a black kitty and he didn't like my suggestion of "Molly" so we decided to call her Boo! She is just a little darling and so is Ollie. They are quickly taking over our home to make it theirs.

We're expecting. . . KITTENS!

Oh yes—it is finally time—KITTEN TIME!

We are both so excited and tonight we are driving to Whittier to pick up our new friends. We are getting a little boy orange tabby that we will call Oliver, or Ollie for short. And we will choose between two black girl kitties; one all black and one with a little white. It will be hard to decide. I'll let you know later who we get. Feel free to add your name suggestions. Thanks to his current "human housekeeper and personal kitty servant" for this cute little photo of Ollie to share!

Obsessed with Color

Have you ever been obsessed with color? Can you guess the direction of my latest obsession? Photos from my vacation in Macau.

First glimpse of Macau

Here's our second night of vacation. Our first day was spent flying and checking into a room in Hong Kong. The next morning we got up and the guys got fitted for their suits in HK. Then we boarded the ferry for Macau. We got there in time for dinner with friends at the hotel. Here is the awesome view from our room. We actually stayed on the bottom island, Taipa; which is right by the University so we could see across the bay to Macau Island and see the new casinos. Isn't it pretty?

Our whole excuse for this vacation was so my Father-In-Law could guest lecture at the U of Macau and we could all visit with his professor friend, Henry. We got to spend lots of time with Henry and his wife, Miho. They were great hosts and tour guides.

A Bad Day to Live Through Twice

Well, I've been pretty scarce because we were on vacation in Hong Kong (yaaay!) I'll write more about that later, but First I will whine about the woes of traveling. You see when you fly from US to Asia, you cross the International Date line and you lose a day. When you fly back to US you gain the day back. So we left Hong Kong on Monday at 12:30 PM and we arrived in Los Angeles on Monday at 9:30 AM; 3 hours before we left. How's that for time-travel?

But it was a day nobody wants to live through twice; even if you like Mondays. My first Monday consisted of a workout at the hotel gym, packing and rushing to get a bite before we left to the airport and then a grueling 12-hour flight back to LA. We fly economy, of course, and there is nothing like being cramped in a plane when you can't sleep and you finished your good book in two hours with 10 hours to go. But we made it through the first Monday and finally landed—home at last.

But it was not a good Monday at home either. My Great-Aunt died when I was on vacation, and her funeral was at 1pm that afternoon. So we made it just in time (actually 10 minutes late) for her funeral and of course that was sad and emotionally draining. We were both exhausted wrecks and could barely make the drive without falling asleep. And we were in our airplane clothes; which for Matt meant a t-shirt and USC shorts. I didn't think about it until later, but I wonder what people thought about that. Hopefully they were forgiving and understood that at least we had made it to see my favorite aunt to her rest. If not, well then too bad; we did what we could. I know that our close family members understood and were glad to see us no matter what we looked like. And that's all that really matters.

So that was my Monday and my Monday Redux. I'm glad we made it through and I will never have to live that day over again.