“If you want to see where you are, you will have to get out of your spaceship, out of your car, off your horse, and walk over the ground. On foot you will find that the earth is still satisfyingly large and full of beguiling nooks and crannies”
Needed that tonight. Xoxo
What is one to do when things that used to be hated, suddenly aren’t hated anymore? When things that one used to say with resounding dislike, suddenly feel like lies? Do we all fall prey to recycled phrases about likes and dislikes? What do we do when they are no longer true? Keep repeating them, turning them into lies? Stop saying them, pretending that they never existed? Or fess up?
I no longer dislike bone-in chicken wings.
I can now handle my whiskey.
Cooking no longer frightens me completely.
Happy Saturday everyone xxoxo
Lately I’ve been feeling like I know an awful lot about an awful lot of people. Information that I’m not sure I asked for, needed or even wanted. But I get it. I get a lot of it. And then I’m thinking, does anyone really know anything about me? What do I share? Anything? Nothing? Am I selective? Or can I just not get a word in edgewise? Sometimes I think that instead of offering up my stories or thoughts or personal info to someone who just shared theirs, I’m so emotionally drained all I can do is say “I’m cool”. And come to think of it? I don’t know if I’m even asked a lot of the time. I just soak it all up like a psychic sponge and next thing I knows brain is churning with other people’s lives and drama. Maybe I should just start carrying extra notebooks around to pass out the next time someone wants to share their memoir.
This weekend was full of fall activities that involved lots of sunshine and fun. We’ve had amazing weather in Cleveland lately and it’s hard to sit at a desk rather than get outside and enjoy it. I was thankful for my outdoor time this weekend and need to make an effort to continually spend as much time as I can in the clear, Fall air. From night walks, to apple picking, any version will do. I just need to soak it all in. Xoxo
Las Vegas was a BLAST. We didn’t win anything, but came home with money and had three days of so much fun. The mysterious illness I returned with, NOT an extended hangover thank you very much, was not exactly ideal however. But feeling like crap for a few days was bound to happen after. While in Vegas we wandered the Strip, drank 1.00 Michelob lights at Casino Royale, sipped cocktails atop Mandalay Bay in the Foundation Room, enjoyed our free SUITE at Bally’s, laughed our asses off, soaked up all the sun we could and much, much more. Oh, and I suffered from massive handbag envy. BIG TIME. Oh and when you’re walking into the restroom at Bellagio and hear “we can’t leave, he’s up 10 grand now”, and you have 200.00 in your wallet and are carrying your Christmas ornament you just bought, all you can do is grin. It’s Vegas baby. And I can’t wait to go back in February when I turn the big 3-0.
A year and a month ago I posted from the United Club completely aware of the lack of female presence within. Today, I sit, again enveloped in soft buttery leather and sipping complimentary Chardonnay, but there are more women here and it pleases me. October has arrived and in a few short hours Mike and I will be in Vegas. I’m currently listening to the Bach Pandora channel through my hot pink Beats by Dre (how ironic) and I could not be more content. Travel is a funny thing. It takes so much out of you, yet refreshes and recharges almost simultaneously. I know that some people do not enjoy travel, and while unfathomable to me, i do not feel that gives a free pass to make negative comments to those that enjoy it. If I do not escape Cleveland every few months, I am surly, restless and itchy. For me, and many others I know, travel is essential for well being. I’m looking forward to this early fall trip to spend time with mike, sightsee, play slots, people watch and have too much to drink until too late at night. Viva Las Vegas. Xoxo
It seems that at least once a year I go in back to back trips, last year Nashville followed by Vegas, this year San Diego followed by Vegas. Maybe it just happens when I go to Vegas. San Diego was for work and Vegas is for an early fall trip with Mike. I’m still feeling a bit run down from San Diego, but I am looking forward to hanging out in Vegas for a few days. See you again soon west coast. Xoxo
Here’s a few pics from San Diego! If you can ever make it out, go. It’s so lovely.