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
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
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
September turned out to be a crazy kind of month. Not only did the parents come to town for a week, but we put our pup on Benadryl, we prepared for our upcoming adventure in NYC, we realized we only … Continue reading
Put away those Pumpkin Spice Lattes, people. Even here in Santa Monica it is a sweaty 93 degrees today. And it sure doesn’t feel like fall. If I had white pants, I would probably wear them today just to prove … Continue reading
Brad and I dont get much time off together. Brad works all the time and I work nights, so it doesn’t really bode well for typical date nights. Sometimes we make dinner at 1AM. Or watch late night TV until … Continue reading
“The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of … Continue reading
I just made the most amazing dessert. Salty, buttery, rich and the perfect amount of sweet. This Butterscotch Budino is the most amazing custard. I make a mean panna cota that I’ll share with you one day, but it’s nothing … Continue reading