It's kind of strange to see my hometown in the news over such a non-issue. The little town I speak of is Morgan Hill, CA at a little school called Live Oak High School. A little personal history on the place: I graduated from Live Oak High School in 1999. At the time, the school was housing roughly 3,000 students on a campus built for less than 2,000. A few years after I graduated, they built another high school across town which relieved some of that overcrowding however, I don't know ...
Two weeks ago I took the PMP (Project Management Professional) boot camp training class out in Los Colinas in Irving, Texas from Global Knowledge. This class lasted 4 days from 8:00 AM to 6:00 PM. The amount of information that was dished out to the students was amazing. PMI (Project Management Institute) requires at least 36 hours of classroom project management training and Global Knowledge pushes this into 4 days. All the boot camps are the same length, at least from the research that I did ...
My fiancé and I went to see this yesterday at the Montngomery Theater in San Jose. Sometimes, it's really hard to remember just how good these men and women (and kids!) are on that stage. The talent it takes to memorize the lines, the finance that goes into props/sets, and the enjoyment that a live audience can bring will always amaze me. This show in particular had more than a few great moments. During the scene where Gene Kelly sings in the street and hangs onto the lampost, they ...
So this is not new to anyone, everyone around me and that reads this site knows that I recently had surgery to repair two herniated disks in my neck. Now what worried me the most about this was the cost because we all know how expensive it is to have any sort of medical care these days. I am not going to blame the medical profession or the insurance, I will not take sides on this issue because I do not know enough about it what so ever. All I know is that last August my son had a tonsillectomy ...
My parents were refugees from Cambodia in the early 1980s. When we fled the country, I was the ripe old age of 6 months and I couldn't possibly realize what was going on. My mom tells me of nights when we would crawl through the jungles in abject fear that I would cry and a Khmer Rouge guerrilla would find and kill us without thinking twice. She tells me of nights where she would forget where she was due to fatigue, stress, and exhaustion only to come back to ensure that the guide they hired wouldn't ...
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