55 Candles & Pretty in (anything but) Pink

imageWhen did we start associating our mothers with all things frilly, pink and cursive?

I mean, I know we associate women with femininity and Hallmark decided long before I was born that pink = feminine but does everything in the Birthday Card Aisle for Moms have to be pink?



What if my mom just doesn’t like pink? What then?

Does this mean that I can only choose between hot pink, baby pink, pastel pink or pink rose-colored birthday cards for a woman who doesn’t own a single item of pink clothing and most likely isn’t isn’t a life-long member of the ‘I love pink’ fan club?

Does this mean that me and every other girl who lives on the edge and waits until the very last possible moment to get her mom a birthday card will actually have to start planning ahead to avoid the pink?


More pink

That’s crazy talk.
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Dinner at the boss’s


Ever wonder what your boss’s digs look like? I do. Not all the time though, that’d be a little weird and a whole lot of creepy.

But seriously, haven’t you ever wondered if your boss lives in a pimped-out mansion or a one-bedroom apartment with 18 kids and a pet rat named Christopher? More importantly, haven’t you ever wondered what your life would be like if you continued down the same road and became an exec like your boss, what your paycheck would be like (read: haven’t you ever wondered if you’re going to end up living in a cardboard box behind a dive bar in a cold, cold city where no one knows your name since salary is such a taboo topic and you’ll never really know if you’ve made it until… well, you make it?)?

I have and let me just say… this man does not live in a cardboard box.  Continue reading

Over the weekend: At a Falafel Drive-in

I don’t know about you but I absolutely love the Food Network. It’s my go-to network when I’m looking for a new recipe to try, it’s my go-to network when I just want to watch something on TV and can’t decide what, it’s my go-to network when I’m doing work but need a bit of background noise/entertainment, it’s my go-to network for… well, everything.

(my go-to network used to be the Disney Channel but it’s getting harder and harder for me to relate to pre-teen troubles doused in glitter and neon zebra print pants. But that’s me veering off topic. Let’s focus on the Food Network and the Falafel Drive-in.)

So when my cousin came in to town and suggested we try a Falafel Drive-in, my thoughts immediately went to Guy Fieri’s show Diners, Drive-ins and Dives and I was in.  image

We drove over to San Jose and the whole time I kept thinking, “How cool would it be if this were a, to use one of Guy’s favorite words, ‘joint’ seen on the show?

Obviously I didn’t do my research because his face? Was everywhere.


Guy on the side


Guy in the back

& Guy next to the window when you order (not pictured. Totally forgot to take a picture of this one but I promise you, it’s there.) Continue reading

Lessons learned on the job

Sitting in a cubicle looking at documents and packaging materials all day can be a pain but that pain can be well worth it if you pick up a few tricks or two.imageSay for example, I’ve realized how great of an investment a mini-DVI to HDMI adapter can be for my couch-potatoing ways. More specifically, sittin’ in a cubicle and staring at computer monitors from 9 – 5 made me realize that I should be taking advantage of the huge living room TV that is currently collecting dust (except for the days when Roommate and Roommate’s boyfriend play Mario Party in awkward (for me) silence).

So I ordered myself an adapter on Ebay, hooked up my laptop and started streaming my Netflix on a widescreen.

Brb while I go relive the 90s and watch TV shows fueled by teenage angst. Dawson’s Creek, anyone?

Burgers in enemy territory

imageIt started off innocently enough (these things usually do). A friend just moved in to town for a summer gig at a hotshot law firm and we were going to grab lunch to celebrate/gossip/hang out.

I could’ve suggested something nearby, I could’ve stayed within my comfort zone, but instead, I decided to yelp someplace fancy, funky and fun.

After all, if all we wanted were some burgers and fries, we were going to have to rely on the ambiance and cafe decor to set the vibe.

And what’s fancier, funkier and funnier than a place called Tootsies? Continue reading

And another one gone

imageIf there’s one thing that I’ve learned in the last 6 months on the job it’s that the perks only last so long.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m still thoroughly enjoying the complementary meals, the rainbow bicycles and the lenient dress code but it seems like, after a while, the perks just aren’t enough and 5 (years) is the magic number. Continue reading

Daisy the Dachshund strikes again

Before I left my funemployment days in Suburbia USA for a temp job in Tech Town USA, I adopted a dachshund named Daisy from the local pound.

While my parents and my brother were at work, I stayed at home with Daisy. I fed her, potty trained her and helped her get over her fear of everything while she helped me get back on my feet. Then I got a job and it became clear that I Daisy couldn’t join me in my new life in Silicon Valley because there just isn’t enough space in a tiny apartment for a dog to run free (and because my family had grown extremely attached to the dang dog). She’s my parents’ new favorite daughter pet and I think it’s safe to say that she’s keeping them busy.

Image Here’s the email Daisy sent me on my mom’s iPad at 2:54AM: “Hi Elle, You guys always come home so late. No one play with me. I was mad!” Continue reading