Field Trip

I am not sure if you have ever looked for a job before...for longer than 3 months. If not congratulations, but if so you will know it does not feel like a vacation. You start to feel a little down. But Last Thursday Anne and I decided to actually go out and see the sites. Honestly most days I only ran errands, cleaned, looked for jobs and then took care of Kc. So when Anne proposed a field trip day I was all for it. Monica and I drove into the city and picked anne up from a successful job interview and then started our day.

1. We got free I heart SF shirts from the kind people at Virgin Airways! Nice Valentines Shirt.
2. We navigated our way to the Full house street...

3. Drove through Golden Gate Park and saw roaming bison and this amazing windmill that reminds me of 11th grade spanish class and Don Quixote.

4. Which became a "brady bunch" photo shoot in the weird holes in the windmill.

5. Then a little further we drove around Ocean Beach and walked down to the Bath Basin.

Very cool, I am glad it is still there.

6. Took more pics of the bridge because my earlier ones were dark and gloomy.


7. Stopped by the under construction Palace of Fine Arts.

8. Saw a very true sign

9. Remembered that cable cars are cute

10. And ate at Boudins where the french bread and bread bowls are flown around in metal baskets on a train track.

Day away from searching for a job...PRICELESS

Tuk Berkeley

Two Saturdays ago we went to a Cal vs. Oregon Basketball game with Brad & Monica Packer, and Steve & Marissa Smith and found this gem of a restaurant afterward. It was called Tuk Tuk Thai Cafe. I liked the authentic Tuk Tuk in the middle of the dining area and the food was pretty good too.

tuk TUK tuk tuk TUK
little tuk, big tuk, little tuk, little tuk, big tuk

Happy Valentines Day!

Happy Happy Valentines, I hope you are making lots of cookies,
eating chocolates and cutting cards.

What a rich legacy

Is that Bob Ross in there at the bottom?

Thanks to Scott Eggertson (my good friend from BYU that lives here in Alameda) I now know of the rich heritage that lies beneath my year and a half new name... Molly Oliver. I found this quote from a Nova Scotia band, mollyoliver

"This reunion of the band was mainly for fun and to make some money and play some of their favorite cover tunes. One day when the band was practicing the band had to decide on a name. Many names were thrown around at the time says Bruce. Laughable names like Everyday Tree, Pepper People and some others that don't come to mind. Tim Garagan came up with the name Molly Oliver, we all agreed that it was a neat name and decided to use it. It actually was the name of two dogs that lived around Duncan's Cove at the time. The band informed booking agent Skip Yorke about the name and he did some research with friend George Brothers and came back with "The Legend Of Molly Oliver" story. So that folks is the honest story of how the band got it's name, where the legend came from and how it began."

Not only am I impressed that my name came from rough drafts roots such as Everyday Tree, and Pepper People- then jumped to Molly Oliver for the band... But the fact that for the second time in my life my name has come from the name of a DOG.
How ironic is it that when I was born my parents lost there former dog named Mollie and they wanted to name there 4th daughter after a lost puppy. And then almost 25 years later a band named themselves my exact name from 2 dogs local to a Nova Scotian cove nearby.
Molly Oliver the band consequently formed in 1974 and broke up in 1983, the year I was born! And then reunited in 1999. I will hear this band play before they break-up again.

February for sure

I don't know why but I just have this hunch that February is going to be a whole heck of a lot better than January. January was not an awesome month. I knew February would be better when
1. I left the "sweet spot" parking spot I rarely get to go pay my rent and when I returned it was still open for the taking! Litrally never happens.
2. I heard back from two people today for some sort of job. Not design which still is depressing, but at least I heard back from an application on Craigslist!
3. Its the weekend
4. The Jazz won
5. Kc got dressed to go out to eat with me and we are wearing the exact same outfit. Brown pants and a smoky blue shirt. That has to be a sign.

YEAH FEBRUARY

A Great Man!!

"President Gordon B. Hinckley, who led The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints through twelve years of global expansion, has died at the age of 97.

President Hinckley was the 15th president in the 177-year history of the Church and had served as its president since 12 March 1995.

The Church president died at his apartment in downtown Salt Lake City at 7:00 p.m. Sunday night from causes incident to age. Members of his family were at his bedside. A successor is not expected to be formally chosen by the Church’s Quorum of the Twelve Apostles until after President Hinckley’s funeral within the next few days."

What an amazing man! Ever since I was 12 years old I have proudly claimed Gordon B. Hinckley as the prophet, seer, and revelator of the Christ's church on earth. I have grown to love this man more than words can explain. He truly was an example of Christlike love and service. I'm so greatful for his testimony that helped mine grow throughout the years. He was a great and powerful leader who has left a significant impact not only on the members of the church but the world as a whole. We thank the oh God for blessing us with President Gordon B. Hinckley's life.

Magic makes it up to us!

In October while Kc was at school, Anne, Mike and I tried to go and see Magic Johnson at an appearance at my gym. I waited about an hour or more and finally this 24 hour representative came and said he was not going to be coming. We walked out along with the other disappointed kids who came on a field trip. But today he came back and made it up to us. I was so excited.

Kc in the gym waiting for Magic

Magic in all his magic glory!

So this time we came prepared with a ball that we got from BIG5 and Molly's shirt (that she folded, only exposing the number 3 as to not make Magic feel as though we were waiting for Jordan to walk through the door) to have him sign it all. He bailed on us earlier but repayed the inconvenience with our VIP wrist bands. With those on our writs we were escorted to the front of the line to meet the Great Magic Johnson.