Tag Archives: Random Musings

Isn’t it kind of amazing how we occasionally forget that we’re all people? It happens all the time. We crowd into elevators, we cut people off in traffic, we curse at actors on TV when they’re wearing that new JCrew top that we couldn’t afford (okay, maybe I’m the only one that does that last bit). We forget that everyone around us has feelings and families and thoughts and goals.

And we start treating one another like crap.

Heaven help anyone who’s in the wrong place at the wrong time.

-

This morning, I received an email from a lovely gentleman. And he really is lovely. It just took me a while to realize it. Let’s call him Ted, because that’s only three letters long, and I’ve always liked the name.

(more…)

There has been a lot of talk lately about Rand’s facial hair. And not just by me. Other folks have been blogging about it, too.

He started growing it out after Thanksgiving, just to see what it would look like. And it looked pretty much the same as it always did – a bit shaggier perhaps, but that was it. But then, after a few months, the whole thing started to curl.

I, personally, thought this was hilarious. Rand was not as much of a fan. I remained fascinated at how much his look changed. Some days he resembled an old-timey-prospector …

There’s a joke here … something about how he could pan my river anytime …

(more…)

Rand is growing out his beard.

He can barely keep it clean on his own.

-

I know, I know. This is supposed to be a travel blog, right? And for the most part, my husband’s facial hair plays very little role in our travel, much less yours.

Goodness, what if it did, though. That would be one crazy-ass superpower, would it not?

Me: Honey, we’re going to miss our flight!

Rand: What should I do?

Me: SHAVE, YOU IDIOT. SHAVE LIKE YOU’VE NEVER SHAVED BEFORE.

End scene. 

(more…)

There are no roses in Palm Springs. At least, none that we saw. So if we couldn’t stop and smell those, there was only one thing left to do:

-

We had to pause and contemplate the cacti.

(Note: Rand is growing out his facial hair and having way too much fun doing it.)

(No, wait. Nevermind. We totally don’t.)

Rand and his new bestie.

-

Despite being thirty-cough-cough-hack, Rand and I live our lives like we are perpetually in our twenties. We stay up late, we sleep in, we make cookies at 10pm and watch cartoons while they bake, our home gradually smelling more and more like vanilla.

Actually, I don’t think people in their 20s even do that, do they? We’re like fifth graders who, through some hilarious oversight by the CPS, have been left to their own devices.

(more…)

… Aaaand I’m back.

Ideally, I’d return from my nearly month-long hiatus with something incredible to share with you – some fantastic travel stories, or a first draft of something exciting, or a preview of some amazing project that is about to launch.

But I got nothing. Sorry about that. Instead, I’ve spent the last few weeks dithering away my time doing a whole lot of nothing. I baked some cookies. I wrapped some presents. I spent some time with people I love. That’s what December is for: whiling away the last few short days of the year with friends and family and stuffing your face with as many baked goods as possible (because come January 1st, we all start anew, and the post-Christmas consumption of an entire pan of cookie bars was shameful, sure, but it happened last year).

And now, good heavens, it’s 2014. Which just sounds absolutely bonkers.

We’ve been down in Palm Springs for the past few days, and it was here, in a spacious and structurally unsound rental house (as best as we call tell, the sewer system is connected to the central air) that we rang in the New Year. I hovered around the television screen with our friends Sarah and Eric, and yelled at Rand to hurry up (every year, he picks the worse time to pee – when there are roughly 58 seconds left until midnight). He bounded out of the bathroom with a few seconds to spare, and we watched the ball drop in Times Square, ignoring as best we could the fact that it was a three-hour old recording, playing again for the convenience of us West Coasters.

Confetti rained down over the New York crowds and we kissed, and there was nothing particularly significant or special about it except for this: it has happened so, so many times before. Which is kind of remarkable, in and of itself – that I have spent 13 New Year’s Eves with my beloved.

And it is from that kiss, and of all the ones that preceded it, that I take inspiration for this post (and after a month of not posting, inspiration was needed). I suppose I could have recapped the year that was with stats and figures, miles flown and cities visited. Instead, I’ve decided to look back on 2013 by sharing a few photos of Rand and I, doing what we do best together.

If you find a series of photos of the two of us sucking face to be offensive or boring or completely not worth looking at, then odds are you aren’t going to like this blog at all in 2014. Because while I have some wonderful and exciting plans for this year, I will, in some respects, be sticking to my old habits.

May they forever die hard.

  1. Bushman’s Kloof, South Africa. January.-
  2. Hayman Island, Australia. March. (more…)

Despite a few rather notable exceptions, I’ve found I’m not a big crier.

I have nothing against it, mind you. I think tears are rather good for your skin, and they can be rather poetic and lovely and necessary, like when Emma Thompson totally loses it at the end of Sense and Sensibility.

-

It’s just not my thing, I guess (come to think of it, it wasn’t Elinor’s either, was it?). I don’t conceal my emotions: they are apparent to everyone. But more often than not, they choose to present themselves not through tears but rather through sarcasm, weird facial expressions, and an insatiable hunger for cookies.

(more…)

Addressing Wil’s team at the end of the week.

-

Philadelphia was hard on Rand.

Don’t get me wrong: it was well worth it, and he was grateful for the experience, but damn it, it was hard.

(more…)