52 weeks ago en Meh-hee-ko

• we ate baby goats
• Rob got his hair cut (that lion's mane was ridiculous, no?!)
• I made fun of Summer (what else is new?!)
• we survived a legit futbol game
• my taste buds fell ... hard

I. want. to. go. again. NOW!

neat.

I would not be exaggerating (or challenged by any one of my four readers) if I said that I'm obsessively neat. In most things. Spreadsheets? Uh-huh. My fridge? Yup. My closet? ...not so much these days. You see, we moved into our new adorable pad, and there's not much closet to it. No biggie...I'm not above folding stuff on shelves. I'm not too good to store off-season clothes in the balcony's storage closet. I am, apparently, way too cool to actually hang up my clothes.

In every single closet I've had, its the same story: pull item down, try on and/or wear it, disrobe at a later time and lay said item over a chair, the laundry basket, whatever is nearby. Lame. I do love that I poke fun at Rob for doing the EXACT SAME thing (yet he uses the floor...which somehow justifies my mocking)...whoops!

no photographic proof today...hah! the control freak regains her position! : ]

oh hai!

We're up at a fabulous cabin up in Tahoe this weekend, and here's proof:


I spent today people-watching at the lodge of Sierra at Tahoe while Kellie and Mom snowboarded/skied. A 76-degree cabin, snackies and Rooters = WIN.

(after a tremendously lonnnnnnng blogging-sabatical - since I was officially internet-free for many many weeks - I'm hoping to be back on my game...thanks to Summer and her wireless that reaches across the hall! Yay!)

367 and counting...up

While I flat-out refuse to believe that its been a full year since Rob and I embarked on our excellent adventure, our travels have been on my mind a lot lately. A whole L-O-T. I want to go back. Now. Right now.

A random mishmash of memories that have slammed into my frontal cortex over the last few days (which will likely mean squat to anyone but me...whatever):
- waking up to absolutely zero watts of power on the January 24, 2009 and dragging a sick boy through two airports, only to arrive in Mexico and realize "oh shhh, I have NO idea where we will be going/living/are..."
- the first tacos we demolished at Felix Tacos in Mexico...the initial trip to the grocery store...pet store monkeys...the tiny green taxicabs
- huffing and puffing during the climb up the Eiffel Tower, where Rob scored the three of us a prime viewing spot for a terrific sunset
- Finnegan's Wake sung loudly plus real Guinness in a rowdy Dublin pub on March 17
- getting snowed on during a jog in Prague (which began under clear and sunny skies) (sidenote: why did I bother to exercise? climbing 113 stairs should have been enough!)
- Budapest - wandering the streets, the baths, the mind-blowing falafels, the random guy with the pet falcon
- the guy fiddling with Rob's suitcase lock on the train, and the scent of the spice market in Istanbul
- eating gelato in the rain while dragging a suitcase and attempting to find our teeny tiny hotel on the crooked, unmarked Venice streets (Rob = map-champ)
- doing the touristy bus thing in London and spending a bit more time in a pub than intended the eve of a umpteen-hour flight back to the States

So many more...but as I type one, it leads to a completely different memory. I'm looking forward to revisiting posts on my blog on each post's year-anniversary. I'm not looking forward to how bummed I'll be to be sitting in my little gray cubicle while I do so...

To my travel buddy: where shall we go next?! : ]

woot - first post of the year!

...and if the seven days that have passed between entering a new year and actually blogging about anything at all are any indication, its been interesting thus far. Here's a very very brief update on what I've been up to in the last 19 or so days:

Work has literally kicked my ass since the beginning of December. Shouldn't things slow down a smidge during the holidays?! The Devil himself may or may not have joined me in my little gray-carpeted cubicle this week. He's an asshole. Yay.

Rob's still in town, and that still makes me happy. He heads back to school next week, and that makes me sad. I have a few trips already booked, and that makes me less sad.

We're moving. Again. Across the hall from Summer this time. No freaking joke. I might be a stalker, but now we won't have to ever worry about driving home, which means we'll drink lots o' wine and beer. Win for the economy. Lose for our health. Things balance.

With this oh-so-riveting post, I am officially the most boring and lame-ass blogger I've read. Sorry. Maybe I should erase everything above and just type: "I'm alive, welp...see ya later"?!

he's baaaaaaack!

As 94% of the world now knows, Rob's home! And better yet, we have nothing to do this weekend. Nuh-theeeeng. Nada. Zip. Zero. We're pilfering internet at the library right now, and its likely that a nap is in our future. And then probably some beer drinking. And/or movie watching. It'll be a rough day.

Rob got fair warning before he got home that I'd probably follow him around relentlessly. Like stand-outside-the-bathroom-until-he-comes-out relentless. I kid. Sorta.

Apparently I've missed him a little bit...

the season of giving...

...to MYSELF:



I simply could not (and would not) resist this teeny tiny impulse buy. Its a little 4"x4" print that I found on Etsy by a radtastic artist in New Zealand.

Dear Internet, thanks for making it easy and fun to find awesomeness from all over the world. Kbai.

If you know me at all, you're not surprised by this purchase. My yet-to-be-named-but-you-know-he-will-be little ninja will be living with us soon - woot!


(ps: since 96.4% of my Christmas shopping is done and I'm under budget, I call an "a-okay" on my little 'shopping transgression'...now you know that.)