Category Archives: L.A.

L.A.

This is the last day, unfortunately, but I was glad to have been able to take advantage of Discover Los Angeles’ “Savor a Masterpiece” 50 percent off deal at least twice. That’s kind of as good as it gets with kids, and living where we do. Not only did the boys have a spectacular time each time, we got a chance to hang out with a couple of their daycare buddies and moms who also took advantage of the deal and I got out to do what I do best — enjoy what LA has to offer. It was a win-win situation.

I am such a fan girl now

I don’t know what’s happening to me. I have been working at CBS for seven years now, and in Studio City for the past five, so why is it, all of a sudden, I seem to be such a fan girl? Especially this year. In this year alone, I’ve taken photos with Food Network chef Robert Irvine (whose show “Restaurant: Impossible” I was such a fan of while on maternity leave after having Chris), “NCIS” star Michael Weatherly and on Friday — I ran into Summer Glau at Trader Joe’s. I was so flustered, I even mispronounced “Firefly” as I tried to explain why I wanted to take a photo with her. *facepalm*

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A cool Memorial Day

I marveled at the weather  as we listened to the elite runners cross the finish line at the L.A. Marathon while driving to Garden Grove for my friend’s funeral. I knew that the runners had been lamenting (a nicer word for whining) about the move to Memorial Day Holiday and mentioned it to Trinity. Trinity and his family used to live in the heart of L.A. and he told me that it was always a nightmare trying to get to church on marathon day; the race route once went right past the front doors of his church.

The weather was no excuse for complaining that marathon day shouldn’t be on Memorial Day, especially since today’s race had ideal weather — overcast and cool. I think it was God’s way of pointing out that if you honor His day, He’ll give you good weather.

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Just walk it off!

Today, I was at USC to speak as an online journalist at Annenberg’s High School Journalism Day. It was an early thing — 10 a.m. — so I was hurting, having had gone to bed around 2:30 after my 3-11 shift ended. I was waffling about whether or not to go home, catch a cat nap, then go to work, but I ended up picking up lunch in downtown L.A., then doing some shopping in Glendale.

After picking up my food, I took Beverly to Alvarado. I stopped at a street uphill from Temple Street — Court Street — for traffic, and to let a guy cross the street. His eyes actually met mine, and I waved to him to let him know I wasn’t moving till he was clear. Alvarado is under construction, making traffic pretty heavy, so I admit I had my phone out, ready to call Trinity.

As the guy crossed, I was looking down at my phone, and all of a sudden, I heard tires screech. A white compact car hit the guy! My mouth literally dropped open and I rolled down my window. But the guy just got up and waved the driver away and kept walking to the other end of the intersection.

The driver, to his credit, stopped his car and even got out, calling out to the guy, “Are you OK?” And an LAPD squad car happened to roll up, cutting me off, calling out to the driver and asking what happened. They both drove onto Court Street to catch up with the guy.

Dude. How did that guy just get up and walk away? That guy had to be going at least 15 mph, and while that’s slow, that’s still gotta be a painful collision.

Although, I gotta say, the whole situation reminded me of the Super Bowl Pepsi commercial. Check it out after the jump.

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Dodgertown nearly became Koreatown

My work was handing out tickets to the World Baseball Classic, and I’m all about free tickets, so I of course opted in, even though I’m not what you would call a baseball fan.

World Baseball Classic  Finals

I didn’t even know who was going to be playing tonight until I looked it up, a minute before hopping in the car. And like I mentioned earlier, I’m not what you might call a baseball fan, so I was a bit taken aback by the crazy fans. Honestly, I’d always thought of baseball as kind of sleepy, although I knew that wasn’t necessarily the case, having gone to one game with my former coworker Josh.

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