Deuces

How annoying it is to blog about marriage all the time. But, lest we all forget, this is my blog.... and that's just how it be. I am considering dubbing the blog something along the lines of "The New Newlyweds " or something a bit more clever! I am looking forward to tonight because my boo and I have a date night planned. Ohhhhhh, how I love date nights. It means we ignore everyone else in the world for a short while. It means we compromise on where we choose to have dinner... and what movie we see. Usually we end up browsing department stores, looking for home goods and talking about pieces we love and how they would fit into our home- real or imagined. Date nights are generally simple- just as I like them. No fuss, no frills, just being together. Date night means there is no rushing around to see anyone else. It means we won't be cooking or cleaning or working in the yard. It means we won't go running or feel the guilt for taking a break from our nightly work-ou

Yesterday was a long day. Longer than the norm for Cambria. The usual work schedule and then I went to my mom's in the early evening so we could attend an evening rosary service in Whittier for my cousin who had passed earlier this week. How can a person describe what is generally a sad time? To be quite honest, it is one of the *best* services I have ever attended. It was light, it was extremely funny, and the priest gave a spech that was as appalling as it was hilarious. It was only appalling in that it was funny. He noted that cousin Susie was now the one in the better place and it is us that are the terminal ones. So true. He said to us that death was not chosen by age. Age, as he put it, has nothing to do with death. Also true. He pointed out that just yesterday morning he had laid to rest an infant. While a sad anecdote, it brought attention to the fact that our time here is limited. What I loved most about what he said was that those who feared death were thos

It is taking every bit of energy for me to write my blog today but... alas... I have kept my readers waiting for 3 long days for "something new". I spent those days away from the blog enjoying none other than a great bachelorette weekend in Las Vegas with my favorite redhead and a line-up of wonderful gals. Hence.... the hold up. Hence... this Vegas coma I have found myself in today. I should have known, really. This isn't the first time I traveled with her & felt completely & wonderfully wiped out afterwards. We are speaking of none other than Rachel herself. The gal I met in my SDSU days while both serving at Mimi's. Not much has changed since then. She is still that vivacious little fire cracker who cares deeply for her loved ones and friendships. She is the kind of person you wish you could be like- just the right balance between domesticated, smart as a whip, and cool as she is fun, fiery, and fiercely loyal. A few years ago she, myself, and our o

I have to say... life has been nothing short of good ol' fashioned F.U.N. lately!! Last night my family and I met up at John's Incredible Pizza to celebrate my nephew, Charlie's, birthday. The big 0-7 and it was nothing short of.... well... INCREDIBLE!! Why has no one ever told me how fun that place is!??! My brother Chris and his lovely girlfriend, Candace, organized the party with lots of attendees, game and ride cards, and all the yummy food and cake anyone could imagine. I initially thought... "o.k., it's Monday night, I have work tomorrow... so we'll just stay until 8 p.m. or so...." NO WAY, MAN!! We closed that place DOWN!! After stuffing our faces and watching Charlie open his gifts we all proceeded to the games. I saw my nephews on the train ride and thought "well now that looks fun..." and less than 3 minutes later guess who was the loudest rider of them all?? I was sitting next to Aidan, 2, and worried the fast train would throw him of

Summer is wonderful. When I was a kid I took the sunshine and free time that summer offered for granted. As an early adult I complained it was too hot and sought refuge indoors. In fairness, as Lloyd points out, I was a busy bird in my late teens and early twenties between sports, cheerleading, working, etc. and I therefore really felt the heat. But now I once again enjoy summertime and everything it has to offer. Maybe I can thank my hsuband for that. Since he is from England, he never got a whole lot of sunshine and now he soaks up every minute of it. This summer I have caught up with friends. I have slept in. I am nearing my second trip to Las Vegas and enjoyed beach days and dinners with friends. I have had more time to work-out with nightly runs at the park. I have learned how to bake and started composting for my garden. I do, I do, I do love summertime. It is hot, this is true. I still seek refuge indoors and keep all the shutters closed to keep the sun's stare at bay. With

"Thanks for saving my life. I was so scared, and I hid under your refrigerator. I know you were tired and cranky. Best Wishes, Mr. Rabbit" This morning was eventful to say the least. Alas, it is only 1 p.m. and this day feels as though it must be ready to come to a close. I gave a presentation at one of my larger districts- which had me up all night in preparation. I have given this presentation nearly 50 times now and yet this one meant a lot to me. I wanted to win this adoption- I need to win this adoption. Well, if you don't know what I do, I am a lobbyist for a publishing company. This is a fancy way of saying I schlep heavy books, liaise with super smarty people, and spend my days perusing books. Picture a sexy librarian sans glasses and significantly more sweaty (I said the books were heavy- didn't I??). When my boss asked me what time I woke up today, I couldn't even remember if I had gone to sleep. I had- hadn't I? Surely I didn't want to tell her

This morning Lloyd and I were awakened just before 5 a.m. to hear our kitty, Trouble, suffering from his worst asthma attack to date. It was a scary time period. I quickly sprang into action to set up our humidifier- knowing that the air had been particularly dry in our area lately. Trouble could barely breathe, and my heart was sinking. For some reason, he seems to do much better when we take him into the garage during an attack. He, too, automatically heads there when he becomes congested. I knew I had to get him to the vet again as soon as possible. He made it through this terrible attack, and several hours later the vet on duty at Dr. Park's administered a cortisol injection into his chest. Now he is here.... lying next to Lloyd and I on the couch, and I could not feel happier. He slept the afternoon away in a dark corner, not wanting to be disturbed by the other 3. He loves me again and wants to sit on my lap. It is so strange, when I think about it, how many people I know tha