Home is where your heart is. Home is where you are. Home is where our story begins. Home is where your cats live. Home is where the wifi connects automatically. Home is where your bra comes off. Oh, Pinterest. But my favorite: Home is where your mom is. And I find that to be more…
Once upon a time, music was one of the most important things in my life. I guess that has sort of fallen to the wayside now. When you casually ask your little sister “So… what are the cool songs now?” you are officially old. Groooan. But not so long ago, I swear I was super…
Let me just start by saying there are not many people I would drive to San Diego County for. We’re looking at a potential 8 hour round trip. In one day. But luckily that didn’t happen, the stars were aligned and I was destined to see my friend Alicia while she was visiting from Utah.…
Paul and I celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary over the weekend. On Friday night, we had our traditional dinner at Arnie Morton’s Steakhouse (holla) and then on Saturday we went away for a little overnighter to Temecula. It. Was. Perfect. So relaxing. Beautiful weather. The wineries were dressed to impress. I just loved it all.…
Well, yesterday Paul took Stevie to visit his grandparents and I had a glorious couple hours to myself! What did I do with all this spare time?! Painted my nails and made a video. Mission accomplished. True to good road trip form, we did a lot of driving and eating. And Stevie did some cute…
So believe it or not, I didn’t take a bazillion pictures while we were up in San Francisco this last weekend. (Only about 200). But that’s only because I was really focused on shooting video – for what was sure to be an incredible piece of memorabilia from our trip. An amazing compilation of sun…
Our last day in New York City was bitter sweet. Paul was anxious to get home. And I wanted to stay just one more day. Or ten. We took it easy for the most part. Hailed a reallllly smelly cab to the Brooklyn Bridge and met up for lunch with one of Paul’s childhood friends…
Last time Paul and I went to New York, the 9/11 Memorial didn’t exist. It was still Ground Zero. With construction fences and an eerie feeling all around it. Certainly not much to look at. It’s amazing what they’ve done in the last 5 years. I think the design is smart. It’s calming and heartbreaking.…
OK, it was actually called Camp Nubar. But if you imagine a bald, mustached Moroccan with a thick French accent yelling out “Camp Magoooo!!” every so often, it’s so much more funny. Pretty place, lots of rain, nice lake, especially loved when the huz showed me around and shared some of his childhood memories. I could…
Traveling with so many people, there were only a handful of times where we all wanted to do the same thing and could get our schedules to match. One of those times was in Central Park. I get a little smitten with the view from Central Park. Just all that beautiful cheerful green surrounded by…