I’m enjoying my last day here in Santa Barbara. It has been an incredibly relaxing and restorative adventure; plus hanging out with my best friend is awesome in of in itself. Now that she’s a mom (with another on the way), it’s safe to say the dynamic of our activities has changed drastically. Continue reading “Babies, Brunch, and an Art Walk”
In honor of Father’s Day, I’m going to share a funny tale of the man I call my father. My dad is a musician and music teacher by trade. To put it mildly, he’s a really talented dude. During my formative years, there wasn’t a soul who didn’t know my dad within the next 4 cities. Seriously, we couldn’t go to the grocery store or movies without running into some my dad knew. As a kid, it was totally annoying because it usually turned into a talking session lasting 30 minutes or so (maybe 5 minutes, but to an 8 year old, that’s infinity).
-My family circa Christmas 2005
Fast forward 15 years, sometime in 2012, I was obsessed with the Myers-Briggs test, and basically held a gun to my parents’ heads in order for them to take the test too. My mom’s results were pretty spot on, but my dad, that was a whole other story. Simply put, my dad loves people, he could strike up a conversation with virtually anyone. So why his results marked him as an introvert is beyond me. I remember my mom and me laughing at the results because it was the complete opposite of his personality. One of the best qualities of my father is the fact that he is such an externally open person, incredibly giving of his time, and just an overall nice human being.
Yesterday, my mom texted me that they were trying to get the internet setup in their house and my dad and the service tech were going on and on about music, while my mother was anxiously waiting for WiFi. Even funnier, after his conversation with the service tech, he made friends with the new gardener. I had to laugh as I remembered the personality test, thinking “yeah, my dad the introvert, he’s so emotionally drained from communicating with others”.
-The old man sleeping on our way to SF
While I’m here in Santa Barbara and my Dad is at home in Monterey, I’m taking this morning to reflect of the awesome person who I have the privilege and honor of calling my father. Don’t worry, I’ll be seeing him in a week and a half, so I’m sure we’ll have some fun shenanigans, as we always do. So Dad, here’s to you on your day. Thank you for your unconditional love, guidance and support during these last 25 years. I love you!!! Also to all the other dads out there, happy Father’s Day and have a great one!
-Pops and I 16 years ago
This past week has been a great one! I’ve taken on some new projects that I’m absolutely excited about. I love that I enjoy the subject matter I’m writing on. Continue reading “Strategic Sunday Pt. 6: Good Vibes”
Abbey enjoys the company of other dogs. In fact, when I lived with my sister, Abbey had 2 buddies– Sage and Rio– a brother and sister pup duo that lived 2 doors down from us. Continue reading “Abbey and the Streak of Jealousy”
I love my pup. She is the kindest, sweetest lovable dog in the world. She is also a miscreant, thief, and lover of human food. While I have rose-colored glasses on when it comes to the misdeeds of my beloved furchild, I had to face the fact that she is, without a doubt, one of the smartest criminals I know. Continue reading “Abbey and the Other Dog’s Food”
While I promised to blog more consistently, my body decided to betray me by succumbing to illness. If I’m being honest, me being sick is about 85% my fault. 1: I have not taken my allergy pills regularly which is horrible since I’m hiking every weekend. 2: I’ve been working all hours of night and day and my body is worn out
With this combination of exhaustion and allergies, I lay in bed wishing my mommy was here taking care of me (yes I’m 25 and said mommy). It’s funny, no matter how old I become, whenever I’m sick, I still want my mom. Oh well, Abbey is doing her best to take care of me, looking at me attentively– oh wait– her bowl is empty.
Anywho, I have a bunch of funny stories to share that include a pregnancy test and almost dying at Red Rock– to name a few. I’ll get around to writing them. In the meantime, you can check out a few things I’ve written this week here and here.
There are many philosophies on how to house your dog whilst you are away. I suppose it’s like those moms who believe their way of parenting is the best way to parent.
“To crate or not to crate, that is the question.”
On topics such as those I often take a lackadaisical approach to “soap box” parents; dog parents too.
I’m a worry wart. I spend much of my time waiting for the oh-so proverbial shoe to drop square on my face, reinforcing my Chicken Little thoughts that the sky is indeed falling. Yes, one could say I need to take a chill pill. So it goes without saying that my fur-child Abbey, who is the apple of my eye, is a well-monitored and cared for pup. I would do anything for that crazy wily little (medium-sized) dog. Continue reading “I Feel Sorry For My Future Children”