"Hold hands and close your eyes."

If it weren't for the cactus and big SUVs out front, it could have passed for a rainy, winter night in Paris. Sidled up to Eddie's bar with big red bows and the coolest bartender in town as the girls gossiped over some vino before hitting the art-filled streets on a it-finally-feels-like-summer's-over night.

12/12/12

How about THAT for a birthday?

Skipping work and taking Shawn the birthday boy down to Bondurant for a few hours around the track.

Crafeteria

First Friday Fun sidling up to the bar at St. Francis,
then perusing away at frances vintage,
with a nightcap at Kitchen 56

Movie Madness - Silver Lining Playbook

Whoa, just when you thought you were the crazy one in the family, everything changes.

The Two-Door Two-Step

I traded the mom sedan for a tiny two-door a few months ago, figuring my days carting around a gaggle of girls, with their muddy soccer cleats and purple softball bats, were over. The first Civic excursion was a summer trip to Pinetop with a sidekick that pops to the top of Camelback Mountain every morning, so she had no problema squeezing into my small, sweet ride as all four cylinders chugged up the big hill. We've had nights on the town since, with four grown-up passengers, not a rolling backpack or bag of Goldfish crackers in sight, that went well, too. But on an excursion last week, with two out of four ladies on the injured list, I was wishing for a mini-van. The tall one with the unbendable ankle cast needed shotgun, leaving the one with a new fixed-up knee to maneuver into the back. It wasn't pretty. Like a game of Twister, everybody called out instructions to both in order to avoid further damage - left foot here, butt first, head down, bend lower, watch out, push the seat back, need some ibuprophen? We all finally made it in and as I drove by the two SUVs parked in front of my house, I wondered why we didn't take somebody else's car. We made our way down the 51 to The Windsor and my prayers were answered when I scored a parking spot right up front, thankfully avoiding a ten minute valet audience while we unraveled ourselves, one backwards, a-la Winnie The Pooh, from the car, until we are all cracking up.

Dear SUV in front of my house, "eat your heart out."

A Sprite, A Rosebud and A Snowflake

All that glitters is gold! I got one of the last tickets today to see Snow Queen, where the Stern Sisters stole the show!

Art Walk

Artsy, fartsy time with Shana, Laurel and Jaye - Herb Boxed it on the patio, then toured the cool galleries and shops, toured the hippest bar, Kelly's, thanks to Shana, found some great stuff and can't stop thinking about Jennyfer Stratman and wondering what it would take to get her to be my friend and let me store some of her pieces in my house.

"She Spent The Season Counting Raindrops"

Movie Madness - Anna Karenina

All the world's a stage. Wait, that's Shakespeare. But check out this Tolstoy classic for the stage scenes alone. Incredible. Marry the older, rich guy, then throw it all away for some hot young thing. Same story, different ball gowns.

Thanks

Thankful for my little turkey, Shana. I hope she, along with her ilk, will make this world a more yummy, peaceful place.