Beattie Massey has now finally been to visit me.
We did ALL the touristy things. ALL THE THINGS. Seriously. All of them.
I think… Continue reading
It’s time to flash back again, this time to that most bountiful era of embarrassing photos…
Tonight, my college roommate, bridesmaid, and all-around partner in crime, Anna, arrives for her first-ever visit to the Bay Area. Trent will be out of town for the weekend, helping out my other best girlfriend, Kim, at her nonprofit in Michigan. Anna and I will be on our own, on a girls-only cocktails-aplenty adventure.
Because, you know – who needs to do good things like present to high schoolers at an educational nonprofit when you could, um, be drinking cocktails aplenty with your girlfriends?
Anna’s super-sweet hubby and doting father of her children, Vince, bought her this plane ticket for her birthday. He used his hard-earned frequent flier miles. And this ain’t no 30,000-mile ticket, peeps – this is a 50,000-MILE ticket. So we’re gonna make the most of it – starting now, as I warm up by reliving all our ridiculous adventures over the years, and all the reasons why I looove Anna. I gotta make the next eight hours go by quickly!
So, here comes something ridiculous in saturated 90s Kodak color – with date stamp! Continue reading
After recently having so many good days in nature, I’m now having some bad ones.
First, two of my three prized tomato plants decided to take a turn for the worse.
Then my cucumber vine decided to put all its efforts into a single cuke, leaving the other eight on the vine in a state of perpetual cuke infancy.
Then a nice coating of powdery mildew showed up on the youngest of my rose bushes – the dainty little one I’d been laboring over patiently for months, waiting for its first blooms. And now I’ve chopped those blooms off prematurely and sprayed the naked stem left behind with fungicide. AND IT MOCKS ME.
But really, I’m most pissed off at this:
This is what a perfect afternoon looks like:
Just wanted to share it. I’m actually sad my birthday week is over, not because I’m now getting closer to 36, but because the grand finale – camping under the Giant Sequoia in a quiet stretch of the Sierra Nevada – went by too quick.
Must get back to Tree Island quickly…
In the meantime, see all our pics of my birthday camping weekend at Calaveras Big Trees State Park (and other places) here.
One of the best things about home ownership is shedding the nagging feeling that a move might be just around the corner.
Especially since relocating to the Bay Area in 2006, I now realize I had this constant concern in the back of my mind… I’d better be ready at any moment! My cushy rental situation might turn out to be too good to be true, and I might have to find some crappy apartment really fast (for 2k a month) and make do with half the space.
Maybe not everyone lives like that, but me – I’m a worrywort. I did.
But I don’t anymore, and it feels nice. The more I realize this, the more I give myself the okay to go after those “big things” I’ve wanted for a long time now.