Checking in, 2017…

Ya know, you set goals and then forget about them. Well, not me; not this girl. I’m just here, holding myself accountable…

  • Read a minimum of 1 book a monthYeah, I’ve read 3 books thus far. 1 in January (Eat, Pray, Love) and 2 already in February (The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy & Where’d You Go, Bernadette). Next: Water for Elephants… (right now, it’s all about the books I already have, but haven’t yet read…)
  • Back to fitnessGym: open. Today: my ass there. They have a pool. I will be swimming laps at lunch soon…
  • Be regularly involved in the community. OK, still working on this one. Have been travelling and sick nearly non-stop this year, but have reached back out to my pal and this will commence by end-of-month. Promise. 
  • Simplify. The garage is getting attacked this weekend. It’s a disaster…

Short and sweet & with forward momentum. Word.

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Twenty Seventeen

A new year. Just.  Like. That. 

The time passes so incredibly quickly these days it’s challenging to keep up. Every time I blink, I swear that 3 months have passed. 

Goals for the new year:

  • Read a minimum of 1 book a month. I’ve notoriously been a sporadic reader. I’ll devour 3-4 books in a row and not turn another page for a year or more. Less social media; more brain food
  • Back to fitness. I’m over 40: my metabolism isn’t what it used to be and truthfully, I’ve grown lazy. Monday is today and it’s time to finally depart from Procrastination Station. Romeo has been completing an annual Half Marathon Series (3 events) for the past 2 years and while I can typically handle 1 half a year, I’m not up for 3. Luckily, this half series has a complementery 5K series, and that, I can get my quads and hamstrings around! My sweet Romeo signed me up for that…solidarity!
  • Be regularly involved in the community. This has been on my heart for as long as I can remember. I’ve dabbled here and there at various events over the years, but never really committed to an organization. I’ve found one that makes my heart smile and is run by amazing people. With a strong focus on homeless single mothers, I’m so in. 
  • Simplify. Less is more. This has been an ongoing project for the last few years and it feels *so good* to remove that which clutters. I’m a long-term subscriber to Experiences over Stuff. 

2017, let’s get this party started. 

I’ll end this post with the secretly gifted journal my eldest daughter left on my nightstand for me to stumble upon:

wanderlust

Parenting win. Love her madly. So damn proud to be her mama. 

May 2017 bring love, laughter, and many an adventure to any who read this. 

xo

Greetings from Fabulous California!

Oh, hello. Yeah, I still blog. Sorta. Apparently, it’s an annual thing… I am quite confident I am the only one reading this anymore and I’m okay with that. This reminds me of a line in one of my favorite movies, Elizabethtown: “Welcome to the annual meeting of people who annually meet, and we’ll see ya’ll next year.” All of my Blogger friends became my Facebook friends, and they’ve all abandoned their blogs, too. Ghost Towns. So now, we simply stalk  follow each other on FB offering high fives and chest bumps when warranted.

Let’s revert our attention back to Fabulous California… specifically, the fantastic Saturday afternoon that Romeo and I had recently* (*recently meaning 4 months ago – when I started this draft).

We headed up to Healdsburg to spend an afternoon among the Dry Creek Valley grape vines, which was virgin territory for us (aside from a stop downtown for lunch while passing through last summer).

Wow. Just wow. If small batch, uncrowded tastings hosted by the proprietor/winemaker themselves are your preference, this. is. heaven. We visited 6 wineries on this trip.

TIP: Share tastings. You’re welcome. 

Mounts  |  This vineyard is as agrarian as it gets. The tasting room is an open-aire garage and the rest rooms are {the cleanest I’ve even been in}  porta-potties. There are two resident pooches that greet you as you’re arriving and walk you to the car when you’re leaving. Delicious wine in a backyard setting.

Forchini  |  That’s “For-kee-nee” in case you weren’t sure. Walking in, it looked like your sweet, little ole grandma was pouring. What a firecracker she was; we laughed the entire tasting.

Frick   | What a cool spot and nectarous selection of wines. The proprietor then proceeded to refer us to our next two stops:

Talty    | Holy Grail of Zinfandel. This small producer specializes in single vineyard/estate grown wine. Yum.

Yoakim Bridge  | This place is magical. You pull up to a pair of Airsteams (presumably for overnight guests) and foliage with an intimate tasting room BEARing the California flag. 😉 This adorable couple met in culinary school in the city and decided that the chef life wasn’t for them. Course change to wine proprietors and the Mrs. makes a Cabernet BBQ sauce that has a cult following.

Seghesio | Oh Arneis, you “little rascal” indeed… hiding here at Seghesio! Here we discovered this ornery and difficult to cultivate little grape, that my palate savored (and I don’t *like* white wines…or do I?). I certainly LOVE this one.

 

 

 

Twenty Fifteen

What the what? It’s been two whole road trips around the sun since my last post here. Time flies when you’re living the hell out of life!

The itch to write has returned, even if only temporarily… I will embrace it.

What’s transpired in the past 788 days or so? Funny, you should ask…Where do I even begin? So, I now live in Northern California (heaven); I have crossed a few more items off my Manifesto (score!); I have a real CAREER and not just a J.O.B. (I’m a big kid now.); I practice Yoga daily (for the last 3 weeks thus far – bliss); I started playing Capoeira (challenging myself); this fall, Punky is starting HIGH SCHOOL (gah!) while Boo will be squarely in Middle School (double gah!), and Mouse will be wrapping up Elementary School (kill me now!); Romeo and I have been together 5 whole years! (squee!)

I am absolutely savoring my life. (Hella Yeah!)

This. song. makes. my. heart. smile.: 

Happy Friday, all.

xo

Happy.New.Year.

Bye-Bye Old Year; hello, New Year.

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Initially, I was hellbent on getting out of dodge for the holiday. I was dreaming of a cabin buried in the side of a mountain, crusted with snow. The more I thought about it though, the more I didn’t want to go anywhere after all. I enjoy my bed…immensely.

I decided to throw a party at home with just our family. Party bags containing hourly “events” like watching a movie, playing board games, making confetti poppers, pictures in the “photo booth” I’d set up in our living room, snacks, etc. occupied our evening until 2012 was history. At that point, it was all kid champagne, sparklers, pop-its, and smoke bombs…followed by excessive coughing.

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It couldn’t have been a better evening.

My New Year’s resolution: to simplify.

I look around my home and can seriously purge 50% or more of its contents and would not miss it. Less is more. I look forward to having much less.

Cheers to 2013.

12 Days of Christmas

12 Days of Christmas

This year, my offering of gifts to my sweet Romeo came a little bit differently. Instead of waiting until Christmas Eve to open all of his presents at once, he received one a day for twelve days. The 12 Days of Christmas! I stumbled across something similar to this on Pinterest and figured I’d shake things up this year… Quite honestly, it was like Christmas morning for him (almost) every day (a few of the gifts arrived later in the afternoon/evening…) and he LOVED it!

I tried to relate each day to the gift. Some were clever, a couple, not so much:

On the first day of Christmas: sexy underwear. Oh yes, these are yummy…
On the second day of Christmas: 2lbs of his favorite coffee, Blue Bottle
On the third day of Christmas: 3 random things he enjoys. this one made me laugh…
On the fourth day of Christmas: four wine glasses
On the fifth day of Christmas: new comfy sleepy pants
On the sixth day of Christmas: six pack of beer – his choice
On the seventh day of Christmas: seven wild 7’s lottery scratch-offs
On the eighth day of Christmas: bottle of Cline Ancient Vines Zinfandel (sentimental meaning)
On the ninth day of Christmas: box of truffles (pic didn’t turn out, so we had to buy another box! oops)
On the tenth day of Christmas: pair of new leather flops
On the eleventh day of Christmas: a hungry baker’s dozen of his favorite cookie
On the twelfth day of Christmas: twelve new running gear items

All in all, Christmas rocked this year. I’m a very happy girl. Happy holidays to all!

Completing a Thought

I have a box full of drafts.

My writing momentum is continually cut short by…the inability to commit a complete thought to “paper.”

This is proof to myself that I can actually still publish a post.

I’ve put into words that I’m struggling with this.

My brain is fried.

I need a vacation.

Thought. Complete.