Brain Bunnies

What's better than one pom-pom? Two pom-poms!

 

What possessed me to want a pomeranian? This layout in Vogue last summer put me over the edge. Now, after looking at it again, I'm convinced we need another fluff ball.  His and her pom-poms -  a must have.  Along with an upgraded wardrobe, hairstylist, makeup artist, etc... 

I didn't think Pierce Bronson could be anymore handsome...until I saw this. 

My love for the paper

 

Last week on my way out to Catalina with the family, I starting obsessing about the newspaper.  However, I was happy to see a boatload of readers on the ferry. I felt like a secret agent as I snapped shots of people and their papers.  Today, I have taken my obsession a step further by writing about it in my OC Register website blog.

P.S. What I thought were napkins on the boat table, actually were barf bags. Makes sense.

UPDATE: The Orange County Register published my story in the real paper. Yep, I got some ink in the fishwrap!

Pom-pom people

My family and I are back from a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday on Catalina Island and I'm so thankful to be back to blogging.  I am so thankful for so many things - especially my readers - all three of you.  Thank you.

I'm so thankful for my husband who has embraced my dream of having a dog again. Devil Dog aka Louie is our Pomeranian aka pom pom - this is what us pom-pom owners call our dogs.  Yes, we've turned into pom-pom people. Some people wear pom-poms on their skates - my husband wears his on his shoulder. Cheers to all the pom-poms in the world!

I've been on a secret assignment...

 

This weekend I put on my reporter hat, grabbed my family, jumped in the minivan, and headed east to do some investigating.  Why?  Because, a prestigious publication tapped me to do a little digging in the desert to see what I could find.

What I found was some mighty big dinosaurs and a sprawling adobe dwelling that I found surprisingly inspirational.  My mind is now busting with brain bunnies and I’m starting to toss them into a story that will hopefully turn into a fascinating travel article. 

And to top off this adventure, the boys and I stayed in the ultra cool Andreas Hotel in downtown Palm Springs.  This little 1930’s architectural gem is conveniently tucked away behind the main street.  Loved it

I'm digging the desert vibe.

P.S. You haven't lived until you've seen the inside of a T-Rex's mouth.  

 

I couldn't help myself

I was supposed to shutdown my computer and devote the last 24 hours to cleaning. I failed. Just like I when I tried to go cold-turkey on my cheese addiction, I was setting myself up for failure. I did clean. My floors were gleaming - for about 90 minutes until my boys came home and the dog found an unopened juice box to chew on. I never even made it upstairs to clean those ungodly toilets. I just had to see what was happening in the lives of my favorite bloggers. Once I was online, I was a goner.

My husband totally busted me when I replied to an e-mail he had sent me.  This brings me to my unhealthy obsession with checking my e-mail.  You'd think I was waiting for the Pope to contact me to bless my blog, or something.  And as for Googling myself, well I don’t know if I even want to go there.

This whole blogging thing has a tight hold on me and you know what? I like it!