Last night, Chris and I were relaxing in the living room, watching an episode of House. At one point in the episode, Dr. House has the team meet him in the parking lot of the hospital. The following scene takes place: House has driven Colossus, a bright chartreuse-and-blue monster truck, right into his handicapped parking spot (and several others). He’s got to lower a rope ladder from the window just so the team can climb in, which they all do. As House and his team are careening around the city, discussing medical diagnoses in the giant monster truck, Chris turns…

Things have been a little quiet around the blog lately, I’ll be the first to admit it. Work has been absolutely insane, 12 hour work days six days a week. There are days when the weather is beautiful and I’ve accomplished so much and I love my job, and then there are days when I have to go home and cry for an hour on my lunch break. You know, the usual highs and lows? And not that there isn’t a lot to talk about. But it’s all work. In fact, a co-worker and I were just commenting on how…

Let’s just take a minute to appreciate how much I love pizza. Although, ironically, I didn’t like pizza so much when I was growing up. The irony here is that when I was growing up, my father owned a pizza restaurant. When I was about 8 or 9, my parents hauled myself and my younger brother out to this small university town in Kansas. My father was going to open a pizza place. He bought a space from another pizza place that was going out of business. The place was located across the street from campus, and the previous owners…

Maybe you remember that last year we forgot to make reservations until February 13. And the year before that we didn’t have reservations and ended up with a three hour wait at Claim Jumper in which I was so hungry by the time we got our food I ended up with a migraine, so this year I was determined to make Valentine’s Day reservations early. I booked us a romantic dinner cruise. Basically, we get dressed up fancy and eat aboard a cruise ship while it does hot laps around the San Diego harbor for three hours. If you’re not…

The one that all the food servers will appreciate. Part II of this story, “Dinner and an improv show,” is really the best part. I will give you a little bit of foreshadowing when I say that our dinner cruise involved unlimited champagne and some people have no self-regulation when it comes to free booze. Our waitress had been working as part of the ship’s waitstaff for a while, and she told us this story: You know, people do crazy things. I had this couple one time for a dinner cruise, and I kept noticing throughout the night that their…

Who needs a decorative throw when you have this? Now with less hairballs!

… and it’s not rabbits. What, oh what could it be??? Here’s a clue And another clue And finally, PROOF: … Luckily, I have a specialized Peacock Deterrent System… … … …

Last night, Chris fell asleep on the couch while we were watching TV. When the show ended, I went to wake him so we could go to bed. I shook his shoulder gently and whispered that he needed to get up and go to bed. “Mumble mumble just wait mumble mumble.” “C’mon honey, time for bed.” “Just wait two weeks.” “OK, whatever. C’mon let’s go to bed.” “But what if we wait a couple weeks and then there’s not two and we need another one, you understand what I mean?” “You’re not making any sense.” He tried to explain again,…

This story is about the birth of “SuperFrack.” (And if you need a reminder as to why my husband is called Frack, click here.) Flashback to 4 years ago. Chris and I had just started dating. I was in San Francisco for the weekend, attending my cousin’s wedding. Chris was hanging out with “the boys” at a friend’s house. The friend’s wife and kids were also home, and the teenage boys were practicing their “skillz” on bicycles. Apparently, one of the teenagers told my husband and his friends that they were “old.” And that these “old guys” couldn’t possibly compete…