Running in Heels

I hate it when you realize on the drive to the airport at 12:40 that
your 1:30 flight actually leaves at 1:05...

Quote of the Night

This is such a starfish! He's so asexual. No one could really LIKE
him. -Becca

Obsess much?

Is it possible that I am obsessed with cupcakes? The question crossed my mind after our most delightful nanny visited NYC and managed to bring me back a half dozen of my favorite baked goods and a shirt for my son. Seemed like an incredibly generous gift.

And then an insightful and innocent bystander pointed out: "Who would be so crazy for a certain cupcake that their obsession would convince someone else to bring them 2500 miles without having to ask?"

Hmm.... okay. maybe.

Fair Warning

Ticket in Hand

For some reason, I was super excited for our season tickets to arrive today and can hardly believe that kickoff is a mere 17 days away! Alas, the end of summer is drawing near... But not the heat.

I digress...

Excited for the tickets... which we are selling. But that doesn't matter! Because -even if only for a few moments- the arrival of these pieces of cardboard remind me that my favorite season (football) is just around the corner and helps pull me out of my summer slump.

Though it has been years since my last 'real' summer (ironic that it is considered a 'real' summer only prior to entering the 'real' world, when a 'real' summer ceases to exist)... I've had a bit of the end-of-summer blues lately. Or maybe it's the mean reds. Put another way: it feels like it's that last day of summer for the past week or two. In any case, I took a quick swim today at lunch to try to shake it off. But it was the tickets that did the trick.

It's Stripey Here....

..in a primary kinda way." 

 

Crying I'm laughing so hard...  Happy Tuesday afternoon. xxoo

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQ0VYgU4TPU

 

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Soooooooo 'Austin'

I love it here. It's a town where you can be yourself (a healthier version of yourself, that is) and things are beautiful and people are happy blah blah blahhhh... But every once in a few years I have a moment --where just for a moment-- a brief point in time-- where it's some sort of out of body experience that I see myself and wonder if maybe the soul if the city has taken me over...

As I walked out of the store thinking 'how cool it is that this is The Central Market where it all started. The very first store, how lovely...' When it hit me: I just bought herbs and organic foods while wearing birkenstocks.

What happened to Manolos and Martinis?

Just sayin'