At work, whenever someone has accomplished or done something in order for a certain issue to be resolved or a customer to be satisfied, other team mates sends an email to the team’s distribution list to say “Cheers!” or (Miley Cyrus’) “Bam!” to that person.

Since I am alone in the project, I rarely get one. The only time I did was when someone was assigned to do the pre-production while I do more of the technical stuff. She had BAM’ed me once. In the same way that I’ve BAM-ed her once (or twice) too.

But today, I’d like to give myself a BAM! Why? Because we’ve finally completed an issue which was 141 days past its deadline. Yeah too late but I still want to give myself a pat.

So Thea:

That’s all. I need to be going now to search for cheap auto insurance. I wasn’t able to research on it earlier because I was swamped with work. But obviously, happy with work today.

While I was busy with work, the help told me that someone is looking for me downstairs. I thought it was the air o swiss humidifiers that hubby might have (secretly) ordered. He has been planning to buy those.

But instead, it was:

I touched it and felt that the bag is big. Weeee! I was even surprised when I opened it.

I was so happy with my bag! And I have extra gifts too. There’s even one for Mikee. I was really touched that “mommy” even gave me a Christmas card. She’s so sweet.

Thank you “mommy”! Merry Christmas to you and your family too!

Note: I purposely hid the bag behind. I’d like to post a pic of it while it’s actually on my shoulder.

We are still charging the battery but hubby suggested we take some sample shots. I did. And I think I’d like to post the very first even with its absence of beauty and creativity.

Oh my, we need a prime lens.

Instead of our usual pizza night, the group decided to have kebab last night. We were invited by our friends to have a taste test. They have ventured on a small business opportunity.

Then one of the guys brought out his toy gun. He started taking to hubby. He offered hubby to try his toy gun at the backyard. Geez, hubby had a blast. He said that if hubby wants, he could borrow the extra gear and boots in case he wants to try it in a real play field. And it looks like hubby had found another expense, oops, I meant, recreation.

ETA: Hubby read this entry and corrected me “it’s not a toy gun, it’s airsoft gun” Whatever!!!