When you have to purchase mad D batteries

Team, we are rolling right into spring, and with spring comes so.many.exciting.things!

Tonight, we’re kicking spring off with a concert of Needtobreathe. I saw them back in December 2010, and was hoping to see them last August, but they were playing with Taylor Swift, and I couldn’t convince R to go with me (can you blame him?)

Thursday, I get to go to the midnight screening of The Hunger Games with a whole gaggle of friends from work and home, which will be a melding of my worlds and so much fun.

I’m working on a few projects for Garlic, My Soul, one of which is going to allow me to use fondant for the very first time, and for that I am very grateful.

I love spring sliding in with cool weather, too, putting the sun on my face but allowing me to wear teal puffy vests to work, and toting my LLBean boat bag, making my life look like I am living straight out of Maine, or Massachusetts, pulling at my heart to pay a visit to my sisters on the east.

 

Also, a request: can y’all send me some mixed CDs? I am feeling a little lacking in my musical selections right now, and I am in need of some music for this spring-beginning.

What is everyone up to right now? How are you celebrating spring??

 

bowling and Dustin Hoffman

Last night I went bowling with Becca and some co-workers. Becca and I walked from my house, and went the more populated route, through Hollywood and Highland, where most tourists head in Los Angeles. (Along the way I said to Becca, “I smell daffodils!” to which she said, “Well it’s almost spring.” Yes, yes it is, in LA.)

On the way, there were tons of people out and some kind of premiere happening at the Chinese Theater. Turns out it was actually for Luck, with Dustin Hoffman, who happened to be standing across the street. I resisted my urge to pull out my phone and snap a shot, as dozens of other people were doing, because I so wanted to disguise myself as someone from LA who doesn’t care about that type of thing. But boy, do I love Dustin Hoffman.

Then we headed to the alley, where I became forever known as “Bossy.” Are we surprised? After all, it is my boss’s nickname for me.

 After bowling, we walked home (as I joked about the fact that I had earlier said I needed to stop home for a coat, only to get out of the car and realize it was 70 degrees…) Becca and I stopped at the shoe store to see if they had anything cute. (In the shoe store, we stopped to look at some neon shoes, to which Becca said, “Well it’s almost summer!” Yes, that’s true in LA, too.)

Only in LA, I guess, do you see Dustin Hoffman, go bowling, and go shoe shopping in one night…

Sooner or later/I swear we’re gonna make it

Morning friends.

This morning marks my 500th blog post. I started this blog on October 17, 2008, nearly three years ago, upon my move to Los Angeles. I’ve written through a few jobs (working at the school, my newest job with Rebecca) and through new experiences (becoming a soccer coach, free lancing for a local magazine, running a 5k) and through exciting life changes (numerous cousins being born, my sister getting engaged.)

This is a picture of Jeff and I, three days after I started my new blog.

 This is our birthday party this year. I think we look pretty much the same.

One of my first photographs of food, when I started this blog. On my point and shoot.

A more recent photo from this spring. On Jeff’s fancy camera.

Do you see the difference? I sure do. In food quality and photo quality.

This blog has allowed me to have a place for people to follow me through my adventures, and to write when I feel the need to just get it all out. I look forward to the next 500 posts. I hope to continue to entertain you about my life, from the boring days of Shark Week to the exciting ones of my sister’s wedding. The past three years has since an advance in my photography skills, more than twenty “5 Good Things,” and a new cooking blog to focus on.

Life has gotten so exciting over the past three years, and I can’t wait to see what the next three years brings. Thank you, friends, for reading about my life, caring about my stories, and eating my food. It’s been a blessing.