Last weekend I got engaged to my favorite person ever, and while I have been playing it extremely cool (“oh yeah, that happened.”), on the inside I’m more like…
So, in an effort to spread the excitement and smiles I present the next Nacho Friday addition: When Harry Met Nacho.
It has always been there for me, through thick and thin crust.
About 5 years ago a friend and I drafted up a list of resolutions and sent them to each other to help hold us accountable…that didn’t work out.
Then we made them public because what better way to stay motivated then to tell a bunch of people what you plan to do in order to better yourself…
This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give them to someone special myself and just deal with the fact that I really need to stop fuckin’ around.
So, without further delay, the following are my resolutions for 2013:
That seems like an ok place to start. Totally reasonable, right?
Last weekend, me and the mister took a road trip up north to Lake Tahoe, CA/NV.
We took a nice and chilly walk along the shore, saw a beaver or otter, and feel in love with a dog that refused to be stopped by shivering temperatures.
The weather was gorgeous, and though we had nothing solid planned for our stay we ended up finding a party everywhere we went. Our hotel was Basecamp, and I couldn’t recommend it more. Great service, cute rooms, stellar amenities and a location that is crawl distance from casinos, bars and sushi – what more could you need? Seriously!? Don’t be selfish – that’s a lot of shit to do.
Fuck, this lake is gross, right!? Honestly, I could have sat here all day…
We found a pub and before shooting a game of pool we noticed that a film festival was happening the next day. Yes fucking please. We got last minute tickets and it ended up being AMAZING. So much so that I want this to become a new annual tradition if at all possible. Very well done short films all covering action sports and the insane folks pushing it to the limits of sanity.
Look up this festival and try to go next year. Totally worth it!
After a game of marriage chicken*, which I lost, a delicious breakfast and numerous coffees we headed back down south. The trip home through various national parks reminded me how important it is to get out into the wild every so often. It’s undeniable recharge for your mind and soul. I know, so deep. Stop being such a dick though and go climb a tree. You’ll see what I mean. Or you’ll break your arm.
Best Egg Florentine to date.
In-room amenities. So pretty much anything you need.
This was in the room, which was odd considering the post I made just before leaving town. See post below.
*It turns out there are a ton of chapels in Lake Tahoe. So, if you’re going with your significant other beware an impromptu game of marriage chicken. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m kind of sad that I lost.
I got into a relationship at a really young age*. Like, really young. My mom was kind of okay with it because I think she felt pressured to be.
Anyway, the guy** was nice enough, but I didn’t really understand where he was coming from. Plus, his friends had strange names and were pretty big downers almost all of the time. As a young girl, I just wanted to play outside and have fun – tell jokes, laugh. This dude though, he was more into reading. Reading and reciting and singing.
So, when we moved from Florida to California when I was 10 years old I broke it off.
But, this year my older sister and my brother-in-law asked me to be the godmother to my new nephew, John B. G.
And so now I find myself revisiting the old flame, God.*** God and the Catholic church. If I’m going to be this child’s fairy godmother then it’s going to be legit.
My first day back was a couple of weeks ago, and I have to say that things have really changed. The doom and gloom, the angry God that I once dated has been replaced by a very accepting and warm type of God. You should have seen my face when Priest Bernie said to the congregation that it doesn’t even matter which organized religion you choose as long as you live your life according to the rules – basically be a good person and you’re set. Like whoa.
While church was definitely more accepting than I remember it being, I highly doubt that they would be okay with the thoughts I was having. For instance, during communion my mind couldn’t help but wander and I found myself thinking of a show idea.
Christ’s Kitchen. Contestants have 30 minutes to make a three-course meal out of the body of Chri…I’M FUCKING AWFUL. IM GOING TO BE A TERRIBLE CATHOLIC.
Sigh, I’ll start over again next Sunday.
*I’m talking about God here.
**Still God, not some perv old man.
***See, this is the big reveal. It’s been GOD THE WHOLE TIME!
The tree has be chosen and adorned accordingly. Nat and Dean fill the halls with their sweet sounds.
Now, who wants Baileys?
Here’s today’s installment.
This one came to me while sitting in traffic on the 101 North.
It has finally happened – that magical time has arrived.
By “magical time” I naturally mean the solid month of hard boozing that I excuse for “keeping warm” and “saving on heat.” The time when I bite my nails down to the cliffs of hideous despair due to the stresses of shopping for people who will tell me “oh, it’s great” no matter what I hand them. The time of year where I buy a tree and put lights on it so my childhood Bronx Princess accent can come out and remark that “this is definitely the best tree evah.”
Yes, it’s here. So I raise a glass and say FUCK YEAH CHRISTMAS IS HERE LETS SPEND SOME DOUGH WE DONT HAVE AND WEAR SWEATERS WHILE DRINKING BOURBON WE CANT AFFORD. KISSES!
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