The Decisions For Evacuation

I never thought I'd have to evacuate due to a fire coming close to our home. Figuring out what to pack and bring in the car is such a hard decision making process. I first went for my clothes. Now do I pack for the purpose of staying away from home for a few days? Or do I pack as if the house might get burned down. Which dress do I really want to keep? Should I bother with most of my underwear? As if these questions in my mind weren't dumb enough. I had to decide on what items were easy-to-carry, yet expensive and harder to replace. Of course I looked hard and long at the Wii that I do not normally play at all. I know it's still hard to purchase so of course I pack along with my mini-dvs and cd collection. Those of us that live in Diamond Bar were very fortunate to have the luxury of to evacuate with our valuable belongings. We were even more fortunate that fire fighters and the weather condition allowed all homes to be safe from the fire.

Here are some articles regarding this Triangle Complex Fire:

Diamond Bar evacuees allowed to return home

Triangle Complex Firehome

Diamond Bar Evacuations Lifted, Snoop Dogg to Return Home

Mallards in the Pool

Mallards in the Pool,
originally uploaded by Yolanda Huang.

7am in the morning, while in the midst of brushing my teeth, mom comes to my room excited to tell me that there are 2 beautiful ducks swimming in our pool. With the tooth brush still in my mouth, I rush outside with the camera to snap some shots.

Just by looking at the scene, you might think this to be such a romantic notion - male and female traveling hand in hand in a foreign land. However, after doing a little Wikipedia research, I find out "Mallards form pairs only until the female lays eggs, at which time she is left by the male." What a surprise right? It's a sad but typical phenomenon.

I guess this guy is not gay. According to Wikipedia, "Mallards also have rates of male-male sexual activity that are unusually high for birds. In some cases, as many as 19% of pairs in a Mallard population are male-male homosexual".

Kickball, A Reminder of How We Never Grow Up

Who would have thought that celebrating a 29th birthday with a game of adult kickball could be so much fun. Don't they just bring back those junior high memories.

The memory I have of childhood kickball is when the the player up to kick is known to be a weak kicker, and everyone on the field just inches towards home base, assuming they are not going to kick beyond the pitcher. This is a total blow in confidence for the kicker, so I suggest he/she sucks it up and kicks the ball straight into the face of anyone in the opposing team. I guess not much has changed as adults. We are just as immature and competitive then ever.