Friday, May 23, 2008
So to make up for the absence of "Chris and Mom" photos on our Mother's Day blog post, I requested these absolutely adorable shots from his Dad, Jim.
Chris is familiar with the high-pitched, incomprehensible gibberish I speak when encountering anything cute--kittens flying out of tarps at Mets games, British kids named Charlie, blogs about talking cats--you name it. If it's tiny, fuzzy, or has an accent I'm probably already squealing some nonsense. This is no exception.
Thank you Jim for sending them and a happy belated Mother's Day post to you Carol.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Losing at Russian roulette
That is the popular headline following Chelsea's defeat on penalties against Manchester United in the European Cup final in Moscow. I watched the match at the Mad Dog in the Fog, a San Francisco pub that was a favorite of Scott's and mine during the World Cup two years ago, and removing the result from the matter, it was a great time -- perhaps 200 people packed shoulder-to-shoulder, cheering and singing and holding their breath throughout a tense match (and outside at halftime, calming the nerves this way).
(The guy's red socks bore a hammer and sickle, in honor of Chelsea's owner and a newly discovered art appreciator.)
(When Frank Lampard equalized for Chelsea just before halftime, we celebrated. The rest did not go so well.)
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Escape to Santa Cruz
On Wednesday it was absolutely too hot to stay in San Jose. It's been anywhere from 85 to over 100 degrees this week and nothing seemed more fitting than a trip to the beach.
A quick express bus trip over the hill and we were in downtown Santa Cruz. The temperature usually drops 10-20 degrees around the water and it was much more comfortable than the sweltering heights it has been reaching at home.
We spent the day lounging by the ocean, reading, and baking in the sun--with plenty of sunscreen on! I am the palest "Cali girl" ever so I have to apply it liberally. We even had a close encounter with a sea otter, who was probably a little disoriented and too close to the shore.
After a few hours of that, Chris led me on a trek to find a recommended taqueria. The walk seemed way longer than a mile and half in the heat but once we found the place the burritos were worth it.
All in all a fun day and surely the kick off to a great summer. We'll spend the rest of it shuffling in and out of air conditioned movie theaters, drinking iced coffees, catching ball games at AT&T Park, and, hopefully, spending more days at the beach.
(Note: The picture above of our feet is for you, Scott. We know how much you adore sappy pictures of our feet in the sand).
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Oil and Water
This is what Chris looks like when he cooks with oil. I think it's pretty hilarious when he puts on the oven mitts for fear of being splattered but hey, I'm the one with a hole in my hand so maybe I shouldn't speak on the topic of kitchen safety.
Oh, and he was making spaghetti and meatballs, which were delish!
Meatballs from Cook's Illustrated
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Happy Mother's Day
Happy Mother's Day to our moms, Lydia and Carol!
I spent this weekend down in Big Sur with my mom and the two of us ended up sifting through some old photo albums "awing" over baby photos and laughing at style choices that were so '80s (a huge perm sported by her comes to mind and these shorts below).
I'm thankful for a lot of lessons learned thanks to the mom but looking at the old snapshots I realized what a great example she set, always documenting my life and teaching me to be proud of my accomplishments. Before I became the shutterbug I am today, it was her behind the camera urging me to smile and teaching me to be comfortable in my own skin. Thanks, Mom.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Farmer's Market is back!
I was excited all week for today's return of the downtown farmer's market. So around noon, Chris and I headed out (re-usable bags in hand) to see what was in season from the local growers. Once the weather warms up about 10 degrees, it becomes my favorite way to gathering ingredients for a picnic or dinner.
Now we have a produce stocked fridge and flowery table top. And I have a great big smile.
I used to sit in the cube behind you. Then I didn't. And then we fell in love.
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