My Neuroses For Your Entertainment

Morris Chestnut likes car rides.

Morris Chestnut likes car rides.

This my dog. His name is Morris Chestnut. He likes to play fetch with his Muppet toys. 
He is the best dog in the world.

This my dog. His name is Morris Chestnut. He likes to play fetch with his Muppet toys. 

He is the best dog in the world.

I declare spring is here. Goodbye heavy hair, time for something fresh!

I declare spring is here. Goodbye heavy hair, time for something fresh!

“If you repeatedly criticize someone for liking something you don’t, they won’t stop liking it. They’ll stop liking you.”
— (via aliwallacee)

(Source: psych-facts, via wilwheaton)

A Different Kind of Love

There’s a million L.A. things I missed out on this weekend (Festival of Books, why am I not at you??), but I cooed at babies and hugged my grandma and kissed my mom. My nephew had my brother and I sandwich him with hugs and I felt my niece move inside my sister-in-law’s belly. My dad brought me Starbucks for breakfast this morning and he and my mom waved me off as I settled into a near empty train car to watch the fields of newly sprouting crops go by and a Game of Thrones book in my bag.

My loving husband is waiting in L.A. for and I suspect a delightful dinner date will cap off our evening.

There’s so many different kinds of wonderful in my life that it almost hurts.

Heading away from these familiar scenes today. On the Amtrak home.

Amtrak style and scenerey. My day also included family, chocolate cake, and reading the Lego catalog to my nephew.

Right after our wedding ceremony, Nephew Garvin NEEDED to hug us and put his face right on our faces. And now I have this photo of my husband and my nephew that gets me RIGHT in the feels. Look at those best buds. 

Right after our wedding ceremony, Nephew Garvin NEEDED to hug us and put his face right on our faces. And now I have this photo of my husband and my nephew that gets me RIGHT in the feels. Look at those best buds. 

People Who Are the Best

There are people we all have in our lives that we are impressed with and humbled by. Most of mine are my cousins. How am I related to so many real people fighting such a good fight to be their best selves? Damn, cousins. You keep doing you and KILLING IT. Every one of you.