Recruiting is brutal. It was hot and her recruiting chair didn't have an umbrella. I think the school needs to buy her a chair with an umbrella. And a big bottle of Patron Tequila. Softball is a slow game. Nothing happens for a long time, then there is a hectic amount of shit that happens … Continue reading Freaking About Tsunamis
We left our great VRBO in Pacific City this morning, but last night we watched the sun set into the ocean (which is unusual for us East Coasters who only see the sun rise over the ocean.) It was cold out there, at least for me who has the blood of a snake. But well … Continue reading Pacific City to Portland
He's getting used to us. Here is G feeding him breakfast: And Dude begging. Then we went and scoped out the new house and the new neighborhood. There's a playground practically in their backyard. Obie is a bit too young for anything but the baby swings, so I tried out the rest of it … Continue reading Portland. Day 1
Our flight leaves at 7 AM tomorrow morning which means we have to be there by 6, which means we have to leave here by 5, which means we have to get up before the ass-crack of dawn. It's okay though. I'd rather do it this way than get in to Portland at 10 PM. … Continue reading The Alarm is set for 3:30 AM
1. My yoga studio. How crazy is it that I own a yoga studio? Sometimes I just cannot believe it. I walked in there at 7 this morning to do my personal practice, all bleary-eyed and tired, and walked out all energized and ready for the day. 2. Vince, my trainer. I write about Vince … Continue reading 6 Things That Made Me Happy Today
So before I begin, here's the first question: Am I blogging IN a plane? or ON a plane? or maybe FROM a plane??? I am ON a flight, but IN a plane? Is the altitude making me stupid? Or maybe it's my reading material. I don't know. All I know is that I am sitting … Continue reading Blogging in a Plane
This time tomorrow I will be with my daughter and son-in-law in Portland, Oregon where we will drink our Starbucks lattes in Em's new store, drive out to the coast and fly kites on the beach, drink wine and eat tapas. Scott will play his guitar, and I will pet Nia, their chihuahua I will … Continue reading Portland, Here I Come.