One thing I have learned in this huge transition phase that we are going through is that you have to figure out the traditions that are the most important to you and then you have to make them work. It … Continue reading
Today, I’m wearing purple for the AFC Championship game. My nails have been painted purple. I even planned on wearing purple under my work shirt tonight. So when I got a text this morning asking if my breakfast was purple, … Continue reading
Brad and I have lived in Santa Monica just about three years. It seems every year is getting a little easier than the last. We know our way around a little better. We know a few more people. We have … Continue reading
Oh my gosh. After weekends like this one, I swear off drinking for a few days. Then I get home from a long day at work and see that bottle of wine with just a couple glasses left in it… … Continue reading
Last year when we moved into our last apartment, we looked at is as a big step up.
We were moving North of Wilshire.
North of Wilshire. North of the tourist madness. A nice, quieter neighborhood where we could sort of be domestic without becoming too boring. A tree-lined street where we could still walk to the city-like atmosphere of Wilshire, but we could also be just far enough away from it so that you couldn’t hear the traffic.
If you know Santa Monica, you also know that “North of Wilshire” means “South of Montana”.
Montana Avenue, which is like Santa Monica’s answer to Rodeo Drive. Lots of cute little shops and stores and boutiques that I can’t really afford. Lots of celebrity sightings. Lots of Brentwood soccer moms at their soccer mom lunches while the nanny has the kids. Lots of amazing cars and beautiful purses. Lots of great people watching.
On the other side of Montana there aren’t apartment complexes. There are gorgeous, multi-million dollar homes. There is amazing architecture and unbelievable landscaping. (see TRex) Just across that one road, there is this other neighborhood that is fun to walk through, but completely out of reach.
Until I realized we just moved there.
Now, technically, we are still on Montana. Not really North of Montana. But our apartment is on the North side of the street, so I’m just going to go ahead and lump ourselves in with the wealthy producers and lawyers and doctors and whatever who live on this side of the street.
Brad and I are going to bring a little flavor to this side of the tracks.
Watch out. We’re North of Montana now.
We moved in to our new place on Halloween night. You can imagine, as I was walking the dog the next morning, that there were a lot of goblins and ghouls hanging out of trees and bushes. There were cobwebs … Continue reading
The best word to describe our new apartment? Calm. Even being on a busier street in Santa Monica and always having cars going by, this new place is absolute calm. And after the nightmare that our last place turned into, … Continue reading
I voted! I even went online early and requested a vote by mail ballot. I researched my answers and I carefully filled in bubbles. I sealed the envelope and kept my stub. But when the time came to mail the … Continue reading
As I sat on my flight from JFK to LAX yesterday, there were a lot of things going through my head. First of all, I was way excited that Steven Tyler was on my plane. Even though I never saw … Continue reading
I dropped off Brad this morning at 5AM for the most amazing and exciting business trip yet. He is cooking with my boss, Andrew Kirschner, and representing Tar & Roses at the James Beard House in Manhattan. The James Beard … Continue reading