In Peace

Today is a sad day - a day of loss and mourning - but I'm trying to remember that it is also a happy day - a day of rejoicing and faith.

So, in the spirit of rejoicing, I would like to say thank you to a person whose fearlessness gave me courage, whose passion gave me motivation and whose faith ignited my own.

She was one-of-a-kind, touching so many, many lives - and because of this, I know she will never be forgotten.

Sad Things

There are sad, sad things going on in this world - sad, sad things happening to people I know - good people - really, really, really good people - and right now, with the wind turning cold and scarves and turkeys and gift shopping just around the corner, I can't stop thinking how horrible it is that these sad, sad things are happening.

So what do I do in the midst of it all?

I stuff myself full of pumpkin seeds and snuggle with Cajun and order Twilight t-shirts and go out for drinks on work nights and carve pumpkins and bake cakes for no reason and treat myself to Starbucks and call my mom and take really deep breaths.

Because I now know that it could happen to any of us - at any moment - and if it ever does happen to me, I don't want to have missed out on even one moment of fun.

Not even one.

Number 13

Can be checked off the list.

Sprinkles Cupcakes for my mom's birthday celebration.

Chocolate Marshmallow.
Chai Tea Latte.
Red Velvet.

So pretty, you almost don't even want to eat them. Almost...

More Than Ready

I am ready for so many things in life - more than ready - bursting at the seams in ancitipation ready - but lately it seems all the things I'm ready for begin with a question I'm not supposed to ask...

Rainy Day

For some reason, when it rains in L.A., it always feels a little like the world is coming to an end.

Sunset Lust

The sunsets in Costa Rica were the most beautiful sunsets I've ever seen. Sometimes - on busy, busy days like today - I want nothing more than to be back on our balcony with the sleepy sun and a good book.

3 Years

It's hard to believe it's been three years since I met my favorite Pacific Northwestern farm boy. To celebrate, we went camping, and it was grand - complete with blueberry pancakes, carne asada tacos, grilled catfish, midday napping, fishing and smore making.

Sitting around the campfire on Saturday night, he was talking about what might've been if he'd majored in International Business instead of Advertising. I told him he'd probably be sitting in some cafe in France with a beautiful French woman sipping cappaccinos and eating baquettes.

He said he'd much rather be sitting around a fire with me, sipping whiskey and cokes and listening to football on the AM radio.

It made me smile and reminded me just how perfect we are for each other.