A lot of times our friends and family with kids like to ask us what we DO with our time, you know, since we don’t have kids (although I would make a strong argument for our three feline babies}. Maybe one day our time will be dominated by changing diapers and pushing strollers and cleaning up baby puke, but until that day comes, we are enjoying being marrieds doing things we always loved doing, and discovering new things we love doing together.
One of those things is checking out new bands, something we never really did as much as we wanted back in the SF days. For one, we both worked late. And of course there was always the issue of even getting tickets to any show — even artists you thought were obscure — because they always were sold out in the first 15 minutes of going on sale. One of the downsides of living in a city like SF: everyone knows their music, and everyone knows their Craigslist (for scalping tickets, that is). Continue Reading
I’m a to-do list type person. I’m not saying that I always accomplish what is on my to-do list, but I definitely seem to enjoy jotting items down on tiny scraps of paper, losing those scraps of paper, and then driving myself nuts trying to remember what I wrote down on my old to-do list so that I can re-write it down on my new to-do list. Yes, I’m crazy.
The hubs gave me a tablet for xmas and I have been scribbling furiously the past few days, noting all the things I want to do this year. Most are boring business-focused goals (anyone interested in reading about SEO analysis? Anyone? Anyone?) But the others seemed to fall under a corny tagline that has been floating around in my head as my theme for this year: live better.
A look back at some of my favorite memories, photos and blog posts of 2012
January
A single simple resolution for the new year, only noted mentally when the clock struck 12 on the eve of 2012: enjoy this year. Sometimes it’s the seemingly easiest of resolutions that are hardest to keep. My mind has a tendency to latch onto and obsess over and worry about the smallest of details–people/places/events/things long since passed–the things or moments or choices that I cannot change. This year I made a conscious effort to stop comparing my life to any time, anyone or anything, focus on the present and grab hold of each moment. It has been a daily effort, but it has also made all the difference.
Our first trip of the year was a last-minute drive to a tiny cabin in the West Virginia woods near Berkeley Springs. We drove through the blackest of nights guided by the largest, most blood-orange moon I have ever seen. At times the road curved just so that it seemed as if we were about to collide with the moon. Most of our time was spent in the cabin cooking elaborate meals and watching crappy movies. When we did wander out to town, it was to visit the hot springs, the thrift stores, or to take in some amazing views.
A foggy Christmas morning spent lounging with the kitties and fighting off a cold I think I caught from my nephews last weekend. The hubs made New Mexican style egg scrambles and then I watched old Christmas movies (and of course Charlie Brown’s Christmas) for the millionth time.
It has been a nice and quiet Christmas at home. My family arrives late tonight so we are celebrating all the official Christmas hoopla — presents, etc. — tomorrow. That way, we can stretch out the holidays just a little bit longer.
Happy holidays everyone!