Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Berry Berry Frightening

Mother nature can be a real witch. 
East Coasters, stay safe.
Happy Halloween!

Monday, October 29, 2012

Brush Your Shoulders Off

A couple months ago, in a momentary lapse of judgment, I signed up for the LA Rock & Roll Half Marathon. I hadn't run since the 90s and really had no business signing up for a race of any sort - let alone one with the word marathon in it.*
What were you thinkin', Ma?
But the power of the cult, er Crossfit Ganbatte, sucked me and le huz in. For two months, we trained alongside fellow Crossfit crazies under the guidance of our uber-supportive leader, JP. I ran every Tuesday, most Thursdays and even a couple of Sundays. I went from not being able to run a single lap around the Silver Lake Reservoir to speeding around the darn thing three times in an hour and two minutes.** As race day approached, I felt confident that I could tackle the darn thing - with a respectable time, no less. I was going to make everyone proud!

Yes, well, race day was yesterday. ***

And yes, we finished. The huz did great. But my finish was not the one I'd hoped for. In my mind, I'd replayed that final stretch as a triumphant one.  Queen's "We Are the Champions" was going to blast in the final yard, and I was to gun down that home stretch in slow-mo, clocking in at JP's prescribed time of 2:05.

That did not happen. My knee went to shit at the 8 mile mark, and by mile 9, not only was I no longer running, I was hobbling. Like a cripple. As fellow runners sped by, I experienced a tsunami of disappointment. But quitting simply wasn't an option. I didn't want to disappoint my husband, my baby, my cult...**** So I bit my lip and walked.

I finished the race in 2:37. 


My hubby is proud of me for finishing. My munchkin seems grateful for her new chew toys. I can wallow in a state of could've-would've-should've, but what good would that do?

For me? Why thank you.


Taking advice from Hova himself tonight. Gotta get that dirt of my shoulder. Could you brush it off for me?

* I did not run a full marathon. I ran a half marathon. But don't belittle my accomplishment. 13.1 miles is pretty effin' far.
** One lap around Silver Lake Reservoir is 2.2 miles. Three laps is 6.6 miles. And 6.6 miles is a distance greater than 10K.
*** Sir Weber, me and le huz. Photo taken before we began our run. Explains why we all look funky fresh.
**** Correction. Crossfit is not a cult. It's cult-LIKE.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Resistance is Futile

our monster does not like to sleep.
i suspect she's afraid that clowns will come eat her at night.

that or she's afraid she's going to miss a massive sale.
our monster has developed quite the taste.
here she is sporting her jammies at mama's fashion fav, marni.
quite the trendsetter.

we didn't leave with the shoes - or anything else for that matter - but olive, like the honey badger, don't care.

Sunday, October 21, 2012


Our lil' family, accompanied by my pals Jeff and Alexis, hit up Mr. Bones Pumpkin Patch in West Hollywood last night and found a pumpkin as grumpy as Olive. All he needs now are a pair of expressive eyes...

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Kid n' Play

All for Children collaborates with H&M for UNICEF
Check out this adorable, affordable playhouse for $59.95!
Perfect for the little monster.
Not available online in the US. 
I will hunt you down!

In the Middle of the Night

A totes-fab Glamour Shot session went down in Burbank last night. While Alexis and her handsome malamute, Napoleon, channeled Kate Moss and Cindy Crawford, my talented friend Jeff channeled his inner Mario Testino and clicked away. I had the fun job of art directing the classy shoot. A poor man's Grace Coddington, if you will. We were going for a midnight snack theme. Have a sneak-peek! Thoughts? Like a John Currin painting, no? We had so much fun... Much more to come.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Escape Artist

The monster hates hats.
She removes 'em milli-seconds after I place them on her fat head... 

Thank you, Auntie Tiff, for this adorable topper!

Tuesday, October 09, 2012

Bon Appetit

Casseroles tend to look like vomit. A tad unfortunate, seeing that they're often pretty damn tasty. Here. Have a peek at my Moleskin. I spent the afternoon pouring my brains into it. (I was feeling kinda hungry.) Looking like quite the casserole, eh?

Wednesday, October 03, 2012


my husband and i are supermodels. 
you laugh, but i am serious. (rofl, snorting as i do so.)
find us here.

Tuesday, October 02, 2012

So Fresh and So Clean

maine according to my moleskin.
more to come...

Monday, October 01, 2012

Summer in October

Los Angeles, what gives?
The munchkin wants to wear her trapper hat.


our cottage in kennebunkport

complete with a view

munchkin adored our nautical-themed abode

olive, le cub and i left for our much-anticipated maine trip early last week and made our bittersweet return home yesterday. maine was everything we imagined it would be - but better.

gorgeous scenery at cape elizabeth...

delicious seafood at the lobster shack...

outrageously fluffy doughnuts at congdon's doughnuts...


super-moist whoopie pies, friendly white folks wearing barbour, the antique version of everything you see at restoration hardware, ridiculously gorgeous homes, fresh air... yes, i could go on. 

we enjoyed our stay so much so that le cub and i began talking crazy like, "babe, let's make a tradition of this. we can bring olive out here once a year!" only, neither of us were actually talking crazy. we were both being serious. olive may not get a chance to grow up in a small town (due to her parents' love of convenience and fear of being bored), but she sure as hell deserves a chance to chill out one once a year in a wide-open green space where she can enjoy the change of season, learn to ride a cruiser, row a frickin' kayak, throw an authentic lobster bake, snuggle up indoors and watch "ghostbusters" on dvd when it's raining outside... we did that.

happy to be back home with beans, but sad to have left a truly beautiful place. (am also sad that le cub had to fly out morning to get back to work). more about our trip to come!


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