Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Great Reads

Have you read any good books lately?  I'd love to hear about them... please send me some good titles to pick-up.

David and I have been reading about a book a week lately.  I'm loving it.  It's so calming and relaxing.  It's really improving my well-being.  The best part is that we are reading books and then trading with each other and its giving us so many interesting things to talk about.  You know more than the typical, "Did you hear about..." or "How was work today?" It's got us talking about things like parenting styles, post apocalyptic America, time travel, history, theology, philosophy, and much much more.  Its fun to share that with each other.  It's our own private book club, and I feel closer to David because of it.

In the past month, we've both finished, in no particular order: World Made By Hand, it's sequel, The Witch of Hebron, The Glass Castle, it's sequel Half Broke Horses, My Life in France, World Without End (which is the sort of sequel to Ken Follett's Pillar of the Earth, which David is currently reading- the mini-series is good too), and The Shack.   I feel like I'm missing one?  Hmmm....

They were all excellent.  I am in love with all of them.  Especially The World Made By hand and its sequel The Witch of Hebron.  The author, James Kunstler has such a clear vision for the post-apocalyptic world his characters are living in that I didn't want either of the books to end, but I was satisfied with the ending of both books.  It certainly makes one think...

The Glass Castle and Half Broke Horses were also books that neither David or I could put down.  Jeanette Walls memoir of her life is so amazing that many times while reading the book, both David and I had to stop reading just to express our frustration.  I told my sister-in-law Marlee about them and she read The Glass Castle in one evening.  I bet she didn't get any sleep that night!  But its SO worth it!  

The only book of the above list I had even a slightly hard time reading was The Shack, because it starts out so incredibly dark, and then it gets preachy and a little too obvious for me.  I think David felt the same way.  No offense to the people who loved it, because there are many who did, but as I read, I kept saying to myself, "duh."  As David said, maybe the reader just had to be someone who had experience something similar- a great loss or a life-altering/faith-questioning experience to really appreciate and understand the book on a deeper level.  Or maybe my beliefs about God, and religion have changed so much that I look at the world differently these days?  Or maybe I'm just not that deep!  The topic of my faith in a higher power is definitely going to be saved for another blog post... but until then, back to books.

I've just started a book I picked up at the Borders Bookstore going out of business sale called A Visit From the Goon Squad. And my sister-in-law and mother-in-law both told me to read The Paris Wife about Ernest Hemingway's first wife Hadley.  I might run out to Border's or to the library to see if they still have a copy today.  Also, my friend Dayna was the person to recommend most of the other books to me and she's also recommend the book The Road.  I haven't started it yet.  I have to work myself up to it because I saw the movie last year, and I'm still having nightmares about it... but I oddly still want to read it.

I'd love good recommendations for other reads... so be sure to comment!  Happy reading!

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Salud, amor y dinero, y tiempo para gastarlos... or Spanish 101

One of my dreams with David is to live abroad in another country (or countries) for a time.  We'd especially love to live in Spain where David's father's family is from.  It would be great to be fluent in more than one language, and we'd both really love to be able to give that opportunity to our kids (when we have them) as well.

In an effort to make that happen, David is attempting to get his Spanish citizenship.  There is a process going on in Spain right now called, La Ley de Memoria Historica, which allows children and grandchildren of Spanish citizens/former Spanish citizens to now gain Spanish citizenship without giving up their current citizenship (whatever that may be, in our case, American).

Since David's father was a Spanish citizen when David was born, David's name (and that of his older sister Marlee) are written down in the Spanish register called el Libro de Familia.  There are still quite a few loops we have to jump through to make this happen, including going to San Francisco to the the Spanish Consulate there, but once we do our dream is that much closer to becoming a reality.  I'm so excited!!!
David and his sister Marlee (Marta in Spanish)
(Photo by Krakora Studios)
In the mean time, David and I are brushing up on our Spanish lessons.  I've pulled out an old college text book called Asi es that I saved for some reason, and I'm reading it through a little each day.  It's not easy... when you don't use it, you lose it, and neither of us were very fluent to begin with.  What little Spanish I did know does come back quickly though, and that's nice.

Starting in September, David and I are going to take a Spanish language class once a week ( and really work hard at speaking Spanish with each other as well.  Then in October or November (fitting it around the Boise State Football games) we take our trip to San Francisco to the Spanish Consulate to sort out all the paperwork.  Then, we wait.

When I think back about my first few words of Spanish, I think of my father.  My parents had a time-share in Mexico when I was a little kid (younger than 6 because that's when they sold the place), and my dad used to give us "Spanish lessons" only he didn't nor does he really speak Spanish.  He taught me the "important things" to know.  I learned peanut butter- crema de cacahuete, and butter- mantequilla, and water- agua, and a toast- salud, amor, y dinero, y tiempo para gastarlos- health, love, and money, and time to enjoy them.
Me and my dad... my first Spanish teacher.
(photo by Krakora Studios)
What amazes me most is how everything comes full circle in life, I learned those few words and I had that small taste of the Spanish language and culture as a very small child, which coming from the small town that I'm from was pretty amazing to have had.  Now, as an adult, I've found myself married into a Spanish family, and excited to experience the culture and language that comes with it.

The Lopez Family
(photo by Krakora Studios)

My Lopez men... my father-in-law Damaso, me, and my husband David
(photo by Krakora Studios)

Monday, August 29, 2011

A Shrew and a See You Later...

Last night David and I went back out the the Shakespeare Festival.  This time we saw a wonderful performance of the Taming of the Shrew.  I was modernized to the 1980's and took place in Los Angeles instead of Italy.  It was really fun, and it had the best soundtrack- the staging was a delight.

Photo courtesy of Idaho Shakespeare Festival
I would say go see it, but tonight was closing night in Boise, and unless you live in and around Cleveland where they are taking the production next, you might not get the chance.  BUT IF YOU DO, GO SEE IT!

Our wonderful friend Eduardo Placer was Hortencio in the play and as usual he lit up the stage.  His character was a latin lover mixed with a dab of the musican Prince all rolled into one.  Singing "Kiss" and "Purple Rain" and all!  It was really funny.

Photo courtesy of Idaho Shakespeare Festival
I also really enjoyed the lead actress Sara Bruner, who I'm normally not a fan of her acting.  She's usually very jerky and harsh, and she is the theater director's protege, so she gets all the juiciest roles even if they really aren't right for her (which makes me gag a little and say, "Kiss ass!" while wondering how vain you have to be to not be able to look at yourself clearly.)  HOWEVER, I will be the first to give her praise when praise is due.  She was perfectly cast in this role and was a delight to behold.  

Actually, I enjoyed her in Cabaret as well this season as the hotel slut Frenchie.  Although, she stunk up the house in Two Gentlemen of Verona.  She was cast together with the lead actress in Cabaret, Jodi Dominick, as two singing minstrels who were taking the audience through the play.  I liked the concept, but their voices don't complement each other and it was more than obvious they were given the parts to allow them both to peacock.  She has a beautiful voice as does Jodi, but that doesn't mean they sound good together.  Ms. Bruner also does this thing on stage that is so jerky- like a kick-ball-change kind of thing that done in the right place might be nice, but she's used it too much and it is way overdone.  It drives me nuts every time I see it.  But, to end my rant on a good note, she was delightful in Taming of the Shrew as was the play itself.

After the show we waited for Eduardo so we could say goodbye.  Eddy left this morning at 5a.m.  David and I were so sad to see him go.  We chatted with him for a while, and then hugged and told him to stop taking off on us... Boise's cool factor dramatically decreases when he leaves town.  Fortunately, he will be returning in November, and we can't wait to see him!

It's always tough to say good-bye, so I say, "See you later Eddy!"  Its so much better!

Sunday, August 28, 2011

This just in....

My vegetable garden has been producing and a pretty even pace these days... that is until today.  OMG!  I went out last night and picked all the ripe tomatoes I could find... then I went out again today and this is what I found:

Thanks again Mom and Francie for all the planting you did last spring!  I can hardly believe its been 4 months since you were here already!

Here is the link to the rest of the photos of the gardens Mom and Francie planted for us last spring.  They really are beautiful!  The link also includes some architectural drawings for an addition/remodel we plan for our house/property someday... not anytime soon, but its a master plan for the entire property... and it makes dreaming about it all so much more real!  Which is, of course, the most fun part.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

The Fatty Acids

About three weeks ago I got a call from an old friend from my home town in Lodi, WI.  Leslie Evert was a good friend of my mom's, she was my church mentor at the Lodi United Methodist Church when I was confirmed oh so many years ago, and she was the first person I ever babysat for (she hired me at age 11 to watch her son Josh who was 1).  I would go over to her house and watch Josh while Leslie was home so she could get things done without having to worry about the baby.  It was a good gig, and from what I remember, he was a really good baby.
Me and Josh Evert at the Lodi Fair (I still have that t-shirt)
Anyway, Leslie called me to tell me that Josh was going to be in Boise with his band, The Fatty Acids, for a gig.  I of course agreed to go.  It sounded like a fun little adventure.  I hadn't seen Josh since he was this stocky 12-year-old squirt, but I figured, why not, I like good live music, and if its not good, I'll leave early.  I text messaged Josh to find out the specifics of the show, and later that night I went in search of this bar I'd never heard of called The Shredder.

After driving around for almost 2 hours, and asking at multiple other bars where this elusive Shredder Bar might be, I gave up searching (Everyone seemed to have heard of it, but no one knew exactly where it was.  Turns out, it moves around, so its more like a rave than an actual club).  I felt terrible to miss the show, but I couldn't get ahold of Josh anymore, and I couldn't find the place.  As I gave up, I sent Josh a text message and told him that if in the end, they needed anything they were welcome to come by the house and I went home and went to bed.

2:30 a.m. the door bell rang.  I woke up immediately, knowing what it was... boy-band needing a place to stay, only to find Josh at the door.  I barely recognized him- he was this tall, handsome, skinny man.  The band's accommodations fell through, and just as suspected, they needed a place to crash for the night.  I offered them (there were 6 of them) the floor and the couches and two lucky people got to sleep in the guest bed.

The next morning I got up around 8 a.m. and made the boys a breakfast of fresh biscuits while they got ready to get back on the road to their next gig in Spokane, WA.  Before they left, they gave me a CD to say thank you for letting them stay.  I made them all sign it... I just know they are going to be famous one day.

Apparently, they show was switched from being at the Shredder to being at the Red Room.  If I'd only known... I drove past the Red Room twice that night... which I'm not going to lie, was a little annoying to find out.  But they're 23 year-old boys who are more interested in the music and girls their age than making sure an old married babysitter shows up to see them play- and rightly so.  However, they are sweet guys, and they've got a great sound, and "the look" to make it big... now they just need to learn how to sell themselves properly.

Before they left I gave them PR 101 (I'm a know-it-all, what can I say... but in my defense, it is what I do for a living!)  If any band can make it, their's can.  I just told them to make sure they contact anyone they or their families ever possibly knew in every town they go in without being bashful about it (there was no reason Josh shouldn't have called me himself) and make sure all those people and their friends show up to the band's gigs.  And there was really no reason I should have been driving around for two hours looking for them that night.
Me and Josh Evert... not the most glorious picture of either of us...
but it was early on a Saturday morning after very little sleep
I'm not sure they took my advice, as I told them to text me when they were headed into Seattle and Portland and LA and I would send people to their shows, but I never heard from them.

I wish them only the best.  I think they are great and I want to help them become a success so... 

Make sure you check them out!

Monday, August 22, 2011

MacBook Woe

I am a Mac computer snob.  Have been since I bought my MacBook Pro in 2007.  I simply love the way it works, its so intuitive.  Since I made the purchase in February 2007, I've had a few minor problems, but nothing serious... that is until last week.  It started freezing, and some of the programs quit working.  Very frustrating.  Especially in this world of instant deadlines.

I immediately took it into the MacLife Store to get it fixed.  They told me it was a hard drive problem, and I would need to spend $200+ to get it fixed.  I begrudgingly forked over my money and had the darn thing repaired.  Later that day I got it home, all excited to play with the freshly running engine, and about a half hour into it, it FROZE again.  Serious bummer.  I was pretty upset.  I immediately took it back into MacLife.

David picked it up for me at the end of the day Thursday and it started humming for me.  Yay!  It works!    I got right to work on my projects/deadlines for work.  Unfortunately it wasn't very long lived.  It worked fine for about 12 hours (most of which it was not in use) and then it froze again.  This time I was more than pretty upset.  I had a deadline for work, and a computer that kept bugging out on me.  I called the guy and nicely explained that I needed it to actually work after I paid them to fix it.  The guy said to bring it back into the shop, so I did, and its still there.

It wouldn't be such a bummer, but I actually do have work to finish and all of it on my computer.  What would the world do without computers?  I'm really not sure we could function.  The last guy I spoke with told me the repair could be upwards of $400 if it is what he thinks it is.  CHOKE!  Combined with the $200+ I just dropped, it might be more sensible for me to just buy a new computer!  I'm a little freaked and anxious right now.  I love my Mac.  I love that I can work on my personal Mac computer at my job.  But $600+ on repairs for a 4.5 year old computer seems a bit excessive and not a very smart investment.

What to do?  What to do?


Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Warren Buffet and a little rant...

I love this.  I'm not sure where it originated from- I got it in an email from my father, but I completely agree with it:

Midwestern tycoon (and Democrat) Warren Buffet, pictured here adorably eating a Dairy Queen parfait, presented his quick and easy solution to America's debt problem today on CNBC:

"I could end the deficit in five minutes.  You just pass a law that says that anytime there is a deficit of more than three percent of GDP, all sitting members of Congress are ineligible for re-election."

My question is, with all the overspending and corruption going on in Washington right now, why aren't more people demanding these kind of checks and balances of their elected officials?  Wisconsin and Indiana Governors are reducing the bargaining rights of the unions, which I agree with, but are they also reducing their own pensions?  I assume not, and that is complete hypocrisy... and needs to change.  Pensions are outdated and wasteful spending based on time in the job rather than quality of work.  Teach people to save their own money using matching 401Ks and other such investments, add some bonuses in for work well done, and maybe we wouldn't be in such a fiscal mess.

Why do our elected officials get a lifetime pension (paid for by the private sector)?  Maybe if these guys had to be a little bit more careful with their own retirements they'd be more careful with our tax dollars.  I'd like to take Warren Buffet's idea a step further and ask why aren't there term limits on our Congressional officers?  And in Idaho, our State officers?  They should be nationwide.  Holding political office should be a service to your country rather than a lifetime career.  Maybe if they knew they only had a limited time to get things done, they'd roll up their sleeves and make things happen... putting their public's best interests ahead of their need to get re-elected?  Just a thought.

George Washington, and the other "founding fathers" are probably rolling over in their graves right now... anyway...

Thanks for indulging me in my rant!

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Eduardo Placer in "Cabaret!"

This has been a busy weekend much to our enjoyment.  I couldn't believe, but we stayed up past 1am two nights in a row!  I am only 32 and sans kids, so I shouldn't be so impressed with myself, but, honestly, I am.  I'd started to forget what a 2nd wind felt like, and once mine kicked in...  it was such fun!

On Friday evening, David and I headed out to the far east side of Boise to take in the Idaho Shakespeare Festival's production of Cabaret!  It was amazing!

The star of the show is none other than our dear friend, Eduardo Placer.  I may be biased, but I don't think so in this particular case... because he simply lights up the stage.  Its a fact, when ever he came on stage, there was a little extra shimmer!  It's one of those shows I could see again and again, because it truly was spectacular.  I highly recommend seeing it if you have the chance... although there are only a few shows left for the season, and they are selling out fast.  The company is then taking the show back to their "sister" theater company in Cleveland- The Great Lakes Theater Company in September, so if you miss it here, catch it there.  It's well worth the trip.

Photo courtesy of 
The Kit Kat Girls were also spot on with their flirty, sexy, fun nature, and together with Eduardo, they really made the story sparkle.  The female lead, Jodi Dominick who plays Sally Bowles was also very talented, and we felt she really came into her voice in the second act when she sang the title song "Cabaret."  She can really belt it!  I wish I had such a voice.  The male opposite her, Neil Brookshire, who plays Clifford Bradshaw, has a sweetness about him that is purely fun to watch, and which he's brought to some of his other characters as well during his time with the company.  When we saw him in Two Gentlemen of Verona we were equally captivated by his sincerity.

After the show, David and I waited for Eddy to get through his throng of worshippers- a woman, a complete stranger no less, actually cried on his shoulder because she thought he was so amazing in the show... I mean, come on... awesome, right?!  We just stood there proudly watching him.  I admit I get a kick out of being with him when people come up to tell him how amazing he is... and people always come up and tell him how amazing he is.

After that, David, Eddy and I all went downtown for some late night grub at the restaurant El Matador.  None of us are drinking alcohol right now- taking a break, so we got the quietest table available and chatted until after 1am about everything under the sun.  Eduardo- Eddy is one of those special people who is not only interesting to talk to because he's smart, but he is also usually the life of the party, so he tends to add an energy to things that wouldn't othewise be there.

Both David and I just adore him, and his friendship adds to our life in so many ways.  And you know, we actually met him in a Bikram Yoga class.  He and David were chatting after class, and then when I came out of the dressing room David introduced me, and Eddy and I didn't stop chatting, (with David trying to get a word in from time to time- what can I say, I talk a lot!) for like an hour in the parking lot after the class.  We've all been friends ever since.

Oh- and as usual, someone came up to our table at El Matador and asked to get their picture taken with Eduardo.  We just smiled... and Eddy is so incredibly gracious and sincere, it makes his talent and fame all the more fun to watch.

Bottom line:  Eduardo is fabulous, and go see the show.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Simple Summer Fun

Saturday evening, David and I took a wonderful sunset hike in the foothills behind our house.  We haven't been going up that way lately due to the ridiculous leash patrol (I refuse to get a ticket for letting my very well mannered, obedient, and in-control dog get some off leash exercise.)  But Saturday David said he had something to show me, so up the hill we went.

It was a beautiful night.  It had cooled off just enough by the time we went out that it was perfect hiking weather.  The sunset was magnificent, and just as we reached the peak I realized what David wanted to show me... Movies in the park.

We were in foothills looking down on Camel's Back park, where the Idaho Special Olympics was hosting a fundraiser- open to the public with a suggested donation.  They had a huge movie screen and were playing on of the best action films of all time: "Raiders of the Lost Arc."

We decide to stay and watch (If only I'd had my camera in hand sooner!  I had to run home to get it).  It was AWESOME!  People everywhere on blankets and in camping chairs... kids running around excitedly... lovers canoodling... dogs laying at the feet of their people... the smell of grass and popcorn in the air.  I wish they hosted it every week!  Plus... what a fun way to raise money for a great organization?!

Sunday, we decided to take another hike, this time to the Rock Gardens just below Table Rock.  I think we left too early... it was still outrageously hot and dusty and we forgot to bring water.  Poor Linus with his fur coat was hiding under every shadow he could find... and we didn't get to see the sunset.

That said... it was still a beautiful hike!  We sat on some rocks and enjoyed the view.  It was lovely, and all in all two spectacular days taking advantage of the unique and fun (and free) things to do in Boise.

Thursday, August 4, 2011


Hello Faithful Readers!

I'm experimenting with a re-design for the look of the blog.  Over the next few days/weeks I will be trying out new designs to figure out which one I like the very best.  I would love your input.  Please be sure to post a comment in the comment space down below and let me know which one you like best.



Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Colon Probe

So yesterday I had a colonoscopy.  Ever since that kidney stone episode I've been struggling with the Ulcerative Colitis more than usual.  It's amazing, because even though I've had something like 5 colonoscopies in my life to-date, I still get nervous right before every procedure.

Diagram Provided by WebMD

In all honesty, they sound a whole lot worse than they are.  The worst part is the laxative prep you have to drink the day before.  I took the 4 Ducolax tablets per the instructions and then I really tried my best to drink the Miralax laxative prep- I even mixed it with Squirt, which one of the nurses told me masked the flavor the most... (and it really didn't taste that bad), but ever since the kidney stone episode, my gag reflex has been extra sensitive.  Like I told the doctor, I think I got some of it down.

David drove me to the Endoscopy Center, signed me in, and then went home to work while he waited.  I sat in the lobby for about 5 minutes glancing at the USA Today newspaper headlines nervously as I waited to be called back.

The nurse who took me back to the procedure area was very nice, if not overly perky for someone who works in a clinic that deals with bile and feces on a daily basis.  She told me to put the hospital gown on and lie down hospital gurney and someone would come in with a warm blanket.  I did as I was told, and sure enough, the minute I sat down on the bed another woman can in with a very cozy warm blanket and covered me with it.

The first nurse came back and put an IV in my arm.  It hurt because I was so dehydrated from the laxative prep that my veins kept diving or rolling so they had to kind of dig for them.    But, she put me on a saline drip to help get me hydrated again, so I started feeling better after a minute or two once the IV was in place.

Finally, a male nurse came back and explained that he was my doctor, Robb Gibson's assistant during the procedure and he wheeled me back.  I told him that when he administered the drugs, that I like to be drugged to the absolute legal limit.  That I don't want to feel or remember a thing from the procedure.  He laughed and said it wasn't so much a legal thing, but that he wanted to keep me breathing.  I told him legal in all sense of the word... meaning don't kill me!

The Dr. Robb and I spoke for a few minutes.  I told him about my struggles with the prep.  He's a nice man who is good at listening, which in my experience is rare for GI docs.  He seemed to understand what I was going through and he also seemed to take an active roll in making me feel at ease as he told me to turn onto my side to begin the procedure.  I was out before my head hit the pillow.

The next thing I know I was waking up in the recovery room with David hovering over me with a huge smile on his face.  The Dr. Robb came in and spoke to us both about his findings.  They make sure you have a "responsible party" to listen to the doctor and take you home because of the drugs they give you.  I seriously remember only patches of that conversation... other than that they found what they thought they were going to find... mild to moderate Ulcerative Colitis.  The IV was no longer in my arm, but it was replaced with a bright blue bandage.

When they told me I could get dressed, David was sweet about helping me and even tried to help me with my underware... To which I resisted quickly snatching them away from him and losing my balance in the process.  He decided just to steady me while I got dressed after that.  Which is the only part about getting dressed that I can recollect.  I remember David holding my arm and he directed me to a chair while he went to get the car.  Then a dark haired nurse took one of my arms and David took the other and they put me into the car.

David stopped at my favorite restaurant, Mazzah on the way home and bought me some lunch... my first meal in almost 48 hours and also my favorite: Mujjadara (rice and lentil pilaf with carmelized onions) and Dolma (Grape leaves, lemon and rice).  I slept in the car while he went in to get the food.

The next thing I know, we were home and I was sitting in the chair next to my bed with the food in front of me.  I ate a little more than half of my lunch, and then I sprawled on the bed.  I slept until almost 5pm.  It was lovely.  It's the absolute best part about having the procedure... the nap you get after is so refreshing.

When I woke up I felt great for the most part... my stomach is usually sensitive, but it was a little raw like something had just scraped the insides of my intestines... oh wait... something did just scape the insides of my intestines.  All in all you could hardly tell I even had something done.  I even rode my bike to work today on my doctor's recommendation!

Now I have to wait for the results from the biopsy, and for my doctors to all discuss the next course of action.  The nice thing is that my GI doctor, Dr. Robb Gibson is going to talk to my GP doctor Dr. Gail Eberharter and my Nutritionist Jolyn Seibert to come up with a plan that will work for me.  This is the kind of doctors talking to doctors to come up with the right plan for the individual patient that makes for good healing.  I'm feeling good about it.

Wish me luck!

Monday, August 1, 2011

Rabbit, Rabbit!

Hello Everyone!

Ever since I was a little girl my dad would always ask us the same question on the first morning of each month, "Did you 'rabbit, rabbit' today?"  Now, to most of you this may sound like a very strange question for a father to ask his kids, but if you know my dad...  well, he's wonderfully quirky and it makes complete sense.
Painting by Pam Dallaire

I think Dad was made aware of the superstition by his mother, who, from all accounts was in a league of her own when it came to quirky behavior.  But it makes the whole thing even more special to me every time I say it!

Saying the words, "rabbit, rabbit" on the morning of the first day of each month is a superstition brought to the world by the British according to Wikipedia.  If these are the first words spoken on the first morning of each month, before your feet even touch the floor, you will have good luck for the rest of the month.

All of my dad's kids, and most of his grandkids are well versed in "Rabbit, Rabbit".  None of us are really superstitious, but I kick myself every time I forget to say it.

The only other person outside of my family I have ever met who knows and follows this wonderful and silly tradition is my good friend Jason Jones.  He's my wonderfully bright and unbelievably artistic and incredibly handsome friend from my days in NYC (although now, neither of us lives in NYC, but as the old adage goes, you can take the gal or guy from NYC, but you can't take NYC from the gal or guy!)

Jason and I met while sitting on a ladder together while helping open the Anthropologie store on 5th Ave. and 16th Street.  It was friendship at first sight!  Together with our mutual friend and Anthropologie-ite Lorena (who I share the same birthday with which means, of course, that she is especially cool) we made working our butts off in retail, much more exciting and colorful!

I digress.  Every time Jason or I mention those magical words, "Rabbit, rabbit," I feel like we are giving each other a wink and a nod and sharing a secret that only a few fine people know about, and it makes me smile even more.  It may be a little high brow, but that makes it even more fun... like playing dress up.

I've already passed this Manchester tradition on to my husband... although I doubt he ever says it, and I plan to pass it on to many more Manchester & Lopez generations to come... just like my dad.

I wish you all a "Rabbit, Rabbit" this month!

Stewart and Anabel Manchester.  Photo by Krakora Studios