Becca and I headed to the Institute of Domestic Technology this weekend to roast our own coffee. It was held at the Zane Grey Estate in Altadena. Some photos of the non-coffee portions (8/25/2012)
Poppyseed, trying to eat my bag + camera.
apple, the unicorn.
One of my yoga teachers, who I am sure I’ve talked about before, is doing this thing called 30 Days Positive. You can learn about it here, but it’s basically about losing the negativity and finding positivity in each and every day. Here’s my first eight days.
8/2/2012 – day one: went to Shark Week 25th Anniversary party. Ate a cupcake.
8/3/2012 – day two: found this of nikki and me…guess I have to update this one!
8/4/2012 – day three: beach day for myself, including crosswords and MVY Radio.
8/5/2012 – day four: gluten free blueberry pie.
8/6/2012 – day five: Yesterday I lost my keys, forgot to put butter in my pie, and got a piece of plastic stuck in garbage disposal. Jeff got the plastic out, the pie was delicious, and the Farmer’s Market called to tell me they have my keys. #30dayspositive. Win.
8/7/2012 – day six: laundry = done.
8/8/2012 – day seven: taking time to feed Jeff and I right.
8/9/2012 – day eight: second night of homemade meals, this time, Summer Vegetable Pasta with goat cheese.
I don’t know how it happened, but all of the sudden I am taking two trips in three weeks to visit my family and some of my bests that live in/around New York.
First, next Wednesday, I head to Chicago to visit my family, see James Taylor, and generally frolic around the area.
Then, I come back the following Monday, work scant two weeks, then head to New York on August 14 to see Katie, Sierra, Marissa, and enjoy New York in August (I try to say this without a scoff. If it’s 100 degrees, we may spend our time fanning ourselves in a department store.)
The following week, Kelly and Aaron are in my neck of the woods, and then its basically September. Someone, please tell me how that happened?
I am so glad that these trips came together — I cannot wait! In the meantime, I want to say: Happy Birthday, SS. I remember when we celebrated your birthday circa 2005, and I can’t wait to see you soon to celebrate this one, eight years later!
Here is a photo of me and SS, circa 2006, when I convinced her to traipse around Europe with me on about $500 and some luck. She came, because she was a good friend. We survived, have lots of stories, and will never do anything that silly again (will we?)
I love you something fierce, and can’t wait to see you in a month!
Dockweiler.
Redondo.
Summer’s here! Despite the fact that it is sixty-two here and cloudy, I know that June Gloom is on its way out and soon the morning will start seventy-five and sunny.
To celebrate, I took the day off. (Well no, not really. My friend Brandon is in town, and I took the day off to hang out with him. I figured since I haven’t really seen him for more than a few hours in like five years, we could have a day together.)
Once this marine layer burns off, Brandon, Jeff, and I will hit the town, seeing the Hollywood sign, seeing if our feet match Will Smith’s, and posing in front of the Beverly Hills sign. Or you know, eating tacos from a truck and then going to Diddy Reese’s. Or seeing the ocean and walking Santa Monica pier. Who knows. Lots of options to be had.
In the larger picture, last night at book club Rebecca said, “Did you know that July fourth is next weekend?”
“No, it’s not. It’s…next weekend!? What? What are we doing?” I proclaimed.
“Dockweiler? Beach day? It’s the third.” Chaos ensued, but not before we got it hammered out that we’d be headed to the beach for the day. Like always. I love a good summer tradition to get things started off right.
Circa 2009. Look at all that American love.
2010. I love this photograph because I’m pretty sure they were only partially aware it was being taken.
What are all of you doing for the summer?
