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.…
On “Happy Days”, it was Arnold’s. On “90210”, it was The Peach Pit. On “Friends”, it was Central Perk. On “Cheers”, well obviously. You get the idea. There’s always a hangout. When we were in our 20’s, Bob’s Big Boy was our spot. We’d meet our friends for late night snacks and stories. Lots of…
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…
I’m completely aware of how melodramatic this next statement is going to sound, and I have to say it anyway: Stevie and I just had the most wonderful day ever. My cheeks still hurt from smiling so hard. Stevie woke up early from his nap, so I decided I wanted to try the wading pool in…
Most of our day at the Ventura County Fair looked like this: But there were a few glimmers of enjoyment in there too. From fire trucks to sheep with bangs to deep fried oreos. Stevie and I? We fight. We have fun. We fight. We have fun. Keeping up with a two year old’s roller…
This was a special day for me and Stevie. We not only got to go to Disneyland, but we got to be there with some of our favorite people. This is a family we met in the CTICU about 2 and 1/2 years ago. Our boys had open heart surgery just a day apart. Stevie…
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…