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Catching Up

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Has it really been two years since I added to this blog?  How does time pass so quickly?  I’ll tell you how!  You have a husband, a kid, you work (almost) full time, and you have a smart phone.  Honestly, smart phones have taken over our brains, haven’t they?  We start to have a thought about something, and we decide to look it up on our phones.  Then we pick up the phone, look at social media and email and news, forget what we were going to look up, then remember to check the price of that item we want to buy, then finally remember what we were looking up, then take a picture, then edit and post that picture, and then…well, you know what I mean.

But I just got off my phone, so now I can concentrate.

How much were flights to Vancouver?

But I digress.

So, to catch up…

Diego was superman for halloween in 2014, and a shark in 2015:

I can’t believe how little and cute he was here!


He even found a Nemo to chase!  (or was it Marlin?)


He did not dress up for 2016.  No trick-or-treating, either.  The closest we got was a Darth Vader mask and walking around a shopping center.  Maybe next year.

We went to Chicago in April of 2015.  I don’t know why we thought it would be warm…silly Californians!  We spent the days bundled up in heavy coats, but we got to tour the beautiful city, go to a game at Wrigley Field, have awesome dinners with great friends, and spend time with family.

After our boat tour of the city.


With his cousin, Libby.  Always his protector, and the first one to steal his hat.diego-and-libby-2015

In June of 2015, we went to Santa Anita racetrack to watch American Pharaoh win the triple crown.  Diego didn’t really get why this was a big deal, but it was so much fun!

Diego missed a lot of the action, but he saw the triple crown!


Here he is with my dad’s horse a couple of weeks earlier.  Maybe someday he’ll be interested.


We traveled to Mexico in July of 2015, right before Diego’s 2nd birthday, and it was a lovely trip.  We stayed with Marco’s cousins, and Diego and I got to meet his extended family.  They live in Durango (where Marco was born), which is a nice city with a historic center, and we spent some time in his cousin’s vacation home in the mountains.  Beautiful!

Up in the mountains.


On a train at the Durango fair.


A Mickey Mouse pinata for Diego’s early birthday party at the mountain house.mickey-pinata

A side trip to Mazatlan for a couple of days!  Beautiful water and beautiful resort.mazatlan

We spent our last day in Mexico City, and we got to tour the Aztec temple.aztec-temple

When we got back to California, it was time for Diego’s 2nd birthday party.  He got a T Rex pinata for that one.

Check out the boots!


The summer of 2015 ended with my 20 year reunion.  20 years!  I had just found out I was pregnant, and I was delighted to see there were other pregnant women in the room.  Sadly, I had a miscarriage a few days later.  It was a hard time for us, and Marco had been excited about the baby that was “hecho in Mexico,” but we were happy that it happened at all.  We had tried IUI again in 2014, and it hadn’t worked.

With the knowledge that it could happen naturally, I started tracking my ovulation religiously, and we found out in January that we were pregnant again!  This time the baby was healthy, and we started looking forward to September.  But that’s a blog post for another day.

Now back to Vancouver…

I wonder if Pinterest has ideas for cute dressing tables?

But I’m distracting you.

Remembering a Summer Road Trip

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As the summer ends, I find myself seeking out the heat.  There’s something so familiar and nostalgic about September heat in California.  It’s not humid and sticky like Savannah, or oppressive like Laughlin.  It’s a dry, blazing heat in the afternoon that cools off in the evening.  It’s  beaches and driving with the windows down and midnight bonfires.  It’s Bon Jovi and Tim McGraw and stolen kisses.

Summer is a time for vacations, and I’m reminded of some of the best times with family and friends.  In 2003 (the year I met Marco), my best friend Amy and I took a road trip from LA to Savannah.  We set out in my Ford Taurus with only three known goals: 1. visit Roswell, NM; 2. get to New Orleans in time for our hotel reservation; 3. make it to Savannah to stay with my aunt and uncle.  I recommend a trip like this to anyone who has the time to do it!

We made it to the Grand Canyon on the first day.  Amy is a camper, and I am not, but I agreed to camp to save money.  It turned out to be awesome!  We stayed two nights in a tent near the rim of the Grand Canyon.  We did not have a flashlight, so once our campfire was out, we couldn’t see anything.  Except for the millions of beautiful stars between the pine trees.  Yeah, there’s a reason there aren’t any lampposts.  While we were there, we attended an evening nature talk, and we did a sunrise photo walk with a guide.

We headed out toward Roswell, but the car’s transmission did something strange in Winslow, AZ.  We ended up waiting outside of a car repair shop for a few hours.  Amy was not pleased with me.  She was right…I should have had the car checked before we left.

The best thing about Winslow is the souvenirs everywhere that say “standin’ on a corner in Winslow, Arizona.”  Here’s the famous corner:

We finally made it to Roswell.  Oh my gosh…go to Roswell.  No, really, GO.  It is another world.  Everyone, and I mean everyone we talked to, told us a story of their personal experience being abducted by aliens.  Many of them moved to Roswell because of their experiences, but many of them were raised in Roswell.  We went through the museum, and Amy was getting pretty convinced that aliens had landed, but I was still skeptical.  I mean, something landed, but why couldn’t it be something from this world?  A crazy science experiment sounds more plausible to me than aliens.

Our next stop was Dallas.  We found a campground just outside of town and as we were getting things moved into the tent, I spotted my first firefly.  I had never seen them before, and they are truly wondrous creatures.  Amy and I decided to follow it, and we soon saw many of them around the campground.  They blinked on and off, leading us through a field toward a stream.  I am not a religious person, but I think I’m spiritual, and there are times when the “spiritual force,” or God, seems to give us glimpses of magic in the world.  If we are able to stop and appreciate these magical moments, our hearts are filled.  I know what you’re thinking…I don’t believe in aliens, but I believe in the force.

Until next time…

may the Force be with you…

Why Brie?

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In my early 20s, I lived in an apartment with other girls, and there was often a lovely surprise in the butter dish: brie!  As I look back on that, I realize how wonderful and foolish it was.  Today, I would rarely spend my hard-earned money on brie; butter is expensive enough!  I am now in my 30s, married, with a mortgage, and I am still paying the credit card bills for those years of decadence.  But as much as I complain about the extravagances of my youth, I have wonderful stories to share, and wisdom gained along the way.  I hope to impart some wisdom here, and help others avoid the pitfalls I have experienced.  However, I am only in my 30s, and I realize there is a lot to be learned in this life.  Here is my butter dish today.  It’s empty!  We ran out of butter, and I’m waiting to find a good price before purchasing more.

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