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Thanks to Bachelor Ben, Eli & Jack are having a play date

January 20, 2012 in Where Do I belong?

My friend Kathi and Bachelor Ben

I have not watched ABC’s The Bachelor at all this season. That being said, who am to say that I won’t. See, in those moments when I am drifting through the channels, if I land on The Bachelor, I promise you, I will stay on The Bachelor. I have completion issues. Even if I start watching an episode half way through, I will watch it to its end and if it is some delicious-Bachelory-reality television, I tell you now, I will finish the season. Bachelor Ben, there is still time.

This season, however, I really do not have to watch. See, early on The Bachelor came to town. Not only did it come to town, but the Bachelor People stayed at the hotel just down the street from me. Not only is it the hotel down the street, it is also the hotel where I have a gym membership. Celebrity sightings are a plenty. Hillary Swank nearly saw me naked in the Spa last year, for instance. No big deal, right? Right. We live in Park City, otherwise known is Little Hollywood. Ok, I have no idea if Park City has ever been referred to Little Hollywood. What I do know is that not only is Park City a major ski and vacation destination, it also hosts the Sundance Film Festival. And somehow over the years, Park City is a magnet for all sorts of Hollywood folk. As I type, the 2012 Sundance Film Festival is in full swing. Even before the festival blazed its way into town, celebrities of all different shapes and sizes were knocking at our door.

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Breakfast with the Boys

January 19, 2012 in People I know, Where Do I belong?

The Boys

“Has anyone seen my pile of credit cards?” Dave says
as Justin asks, “Do you want an egg?”
I respond, “”no.”
To which Justin responds, “I’ll scramble it.”

Kevin sits quietly reading, Outside Magazine, as Dave frantically weaves in out and out of the kitchen. Justin just burned his croisant and I ask him, “are you making a Croissan’wich?”

The Original Burger King Croissan'wich

Justin's Croissan-wich 2012

“Yes. The Croissan’wich was popularized in the mid 1980s.” He inserts as he shakes a little salt and and pepper onto to his eggy creation.”

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Free Falling

May 9, 2011 in Where Do I belong?

Here I go!

CrazyUS, I can finally, I mean, finally really say after nearly five years away from you that I have actually and truly missed you! I have missed our day to day connection. I really have.

You and I both know that in the past five years I have tried to come back to you, only to get sidetracked. I guess I was not ready to rekindle. I am hoping now that the ugly emotion has faded, I can just start new with you, my long lost, beautiful blog personified, friend.

You got me through the lonely days of early motherhood. You were this amazing conduit into the online world at time where blogging was so new and so unchartered. Advertising on you would have seemed silly back then, and thinking that every single person I knew would somehow have their own blog too, seemed so completely far fetched (even if their blogging was only done on Facebook). I was so mistaken.

I am hoping, CrazyUS, that enough time has passed, that old wounds have healed or simply disappeared, and what remains is the reason I came to you in the first place. You gave me a space to put all those thoughts and opinions that were milling around in my brain and of course, I thank you!

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Deliriously Pontificating

July 20, 2010 in Where Do I belong?

August 21, 2009

Religion
Cereal
Toilets
Mistakes
Healthcare & Dave
Get over it

In those moments while I am thinking myself to sleep, I write the most eloquent thoughts. The confidence that escapes me during my waking hours comes out with the beautifully written paragraphs that are racing through my brain. In those hazy minutes, I know exactly how to define my religion or lack there of and am proud of the path I have chosen. I can fully articulate past mistakes and neatly tie those mistakes into resolution. I know how to tell people in my life, my friends and family not to worry or take offense with the personal words I place on the page. I can present my reality in such a way that everyone reading can completely understand why I would not share every single detail of my struggle [insert struggle here] with the world when I am on a dinner date or running into [insert friend’s name here] at the grocery store. In my sleepy head, I am able to convey why it is so easy to spew all of these details in written words and in my head, everyone totally gets it. “Would you really think it was appropriate if I were to bring up how frustrated I was with my inability to make sure Dave was in the mood on the exact moment I was ovulating? And then go on and on about my age, my eggs, my lining, my hormones, which would of course open up a can of unresolved past issues, most certainly having something to do with infertility?” I just don’t think you would. On my mind’s page, in those dark hours, it makes sense, I mean, my words make sense and they make sense to everyone.

I could most definitely arrange my thoughts on health care reform and share why I think Dave is so brilliant: “I think both sides need to research and look at each other. I don’t think either one of them have it right.”

I often think I should keep a notebook or my laptop near my bed just to capture these most awesome revelations. Actually, I have. And when morning comes I read what write — mostly incoherent thoughts, thoughts that I would be hard pressed to make sense out of. Why then do my words seem so spectacular then?

Maybe because I am asleep.