Monthly Archives: December 2015

Year in Review, 2015

It’s the best day of the year for a little bookkeeping historian-at-heart like me:

The day I publish my year-end photo greeting.

Click the pick for lots more on our Flick!

Click the pick for lots more on our Flick!

If you didn’t already get this in your email or see it somewhere on social media, this is our way of saying “hey!” at year’s end because we don’t do those paper greetings in the mail. It’s our greatest photo hits of the year, hopefully featuring MOST of our loved ones. We really want it to feature ALL of them… I’m hoping 2016 will be the year it finally comes to pass?  Continue reading

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Christmas 2015

One year ago today, Trent and I were lying poolside at our luxury all-inclusive resort in Cabo San Lucas.

At some point, we managed to rally, put actual clothes on, gorge ourselves on sushi, and stroll out to the beach, where we watched the sun set beside El Arco and toasted the whole “Christmas” thing with some cold Modelos. I think we might have even taken a walk into town afterward for some tequila and late night tacos?

Christmas morning in Cabo, 2014.

Christmas morning in Cabo, 2014.

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It’s what I’m about to be.

I’ve never worked so hard in my life as I have the past five months – whoever said the start of a new job is the “honeymoon” period obviously never had a job like mine.

But I’m about to be rewarded, big time. I’m about to take off on a true, company-wide, two week shutdown. I’m going to eat, drink, and be merry. I’m going to enjoy the company of my wonderful husband, my many amazing friends, the comfort of my two beautiful homes, my precious little bestest buddy…

And I’m going to do this:



So, so much of it.

At home, in the car, in the bar, WHEREVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE.

Because I’m on shutdown, dammit.

And also, because I sleep in public all the time. On transit. In restaurants. At parties. At concerts.

Wherever I need to. Because I work hard, I play hard, and I sleep hard.


So bring it on.




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Bathroom: Before

This is the door to our upstairs bathroom at 3675. Yes, it’s the actual door. Upstairs, on the main floor of the house:Bathroom_Door.jpg

The last dipshits who lived here thought they would paint it, I guess, but they obviously ran out of paint. Or just ran out of steam. Or brains. Who knows.

They also didn’t install the door right, because it’s been scraping against the wall for years, making the paint job look even. more. pro. If you can believe it’s possible.  Continue reading

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Big Chill



This right here is my own Big Chill.

Well, kinda.  Continue reading

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