Easy Rider

Lance went and got all ninja on me. Not that kind of Ninja.

This kinda Ninja.

He's contemplating all of his cool riding maneuvers in the picture below.

It's a hot little number--I love riding on the back. It's soooo Bella and Jacob after he gets all beefy, buff, and legal. I'm totally going to speed in hopes that RPatz appears as a hot ghostly figure, chastising me for being reckless. Then it's off a cliff for me!

Now onto my jacket and helmet. Why is all the biker chick crap pink??

I hate pink, followed by purple, so my options are limited. {shudder} Apparently, I have to dress like Rizzo to ride on the motorcycle. Why is that?

May I also take a brief moment to assure you that my man is *not* having a midlife crisis. He used to be a semi-professional BMX rider back in the day, and he's had his motorcycle license since he was 16. Besides--midlife crises are reserved for men who are saddled with the following:

and

and, most importantly,


My man is cool as ice..he's way too cool to be melting down midlife.

PS--totally unrelated--did no one notice the dog in glasses on my page?? A dog...in glasses. In SF. With my own eyes. I love this place.

Oysters, Part 2

Our favorite SF girl and recent bride Jo-Jo just turned another year older. She wanted oysters and champagne for her birthday--I subbed in an ice-cold Diet Coke for the stronger stuff, but was more than happy to chow down on oysters for the second time in 2 weeks. I've totally come around on these little crustaceans. I like them raw, but really love them BBQ'd.

We headed down to The Marshall Store in Marhsall, Ca--it's near Stinson Beach. The drive is gorgeous--green and windy, with little pit stops in tiny towns. It reminds me of Iowa.

Joe and Jo

Eating oysters at the roadside table

In addition to the oysters, I got a crab salad followed by apple slices and some Mt. Tam cheese. I need to pick up another wedge of this creamy baby.

This place is seriously great. It's a tiny roadside restaurant that serves up oysters, clam chowder, and crab delights. It's popular with bikers and kayakers. We will definitely be going back.

Snuggi over half-shells

The crazy ladies. I love Jo-Jo's dress.

Love you girls. Here's to more delish food next year! Happy Bday baby!

Space Dobbie

What do you get when you combine America's favorite dog....

...and space-age technology??

Why, you get a Lil' Satellite Head!!! Poor Dogface. He got an infected callus on his elbow, and had to have surgery. Since he's unreliable and eats everything he can get his fat little paws on, they had to give him the ol' doggie halo.



See how happy he is?? NOT. Now I know where they get the term puppy-dog eyes. I feel bad for Baby. His halo is so wide, and our halls so narrow--he crashes into walls, chairs, and us. I took him for a walk the other night, and he bonked into trees, signs, and cars. It was a sad sight.

Here's wishing Dogface a speedy recovery--may his next halo-filled days be filled with belly rubs and nummy bones to get him through the weekend.

I Do Not Have Swine Flu, THANKYOUVERYMUCH

My shoulders, neck, and upper back have been giving me fits for the past few days. I have tried stretching, heating, icing, rolling, rubbing...to no avail. I decided that I needed professional intervention, and headed to my local no-frills/cheapie massage therapy studio.

It started out just fine--the right pressure, lots of deep tissue work, fake ocean waves being piped into the room. After about 45 minutes of being face down, however, my nose started getting plugged up. I tried to re-adjust my face, but it wasn't helping, so I started breathing through my mouth. This made my breathing shallow, so I tried my nose again, but was straining for air--lots 'o' sniffing.

No worries, though! Just as my rebellious sinuses started acting up, my therapist told me he was going to wash his hands--when he returned, I should be on my back. I flipped over, and was breathing easy. Too bad I can't say the same for my massager guy.

Upon his return, he started working on my neck. The pressure felt right, but something was off. I quickly realized he had rubber gloves on!! I knew in my heart of hearts that when I popped an eye open I would see a face mask--yep, I was right. Rubber gloves always go with a protective face mask. It's the combo I see @ SFO whenever I fly.


I wanted to shout that I didn't have swine flu, and that my "breathing problems" were due to extreme pressure on back/squished face, but I doubt he would have believed me. The best part was when he tried to run his hands through my hair and get to my neck, but the gloves got stuck in my curls.

Thank goodness I didn't book a facial with him.

Rotten Manners

The Highlight of my Week

Beets are the new Black

I had one of the busiest weeks of my life. Let's recap. **Items not necessarily in order. It's Friday, I'm tired.**

Got a text from The Uncle, who was in town with his band, Los Straitjackets. Checked out the show at Slim's, and had a tasty dinner in SF.

Took a day off, and did our semi-annual girl's trip to Napa. Started out at Boonfly where I had a yummy heirloom tomato salad and a breadless BLT. I instructed them on the proper way to just slather the mayo right onto the bacon. Mmm.

Continued our weird jewelry pool. Every time we hang out, we immediately take off our rings, set them on the table, and take turns wearing one another's baubles throughout the meal. This puzzles our spouses and/or outsiders.

Did a little outlet shopping (scored some shoes and a cute wool cap!) and then hit up Bouchon Bakery. Jo-Jo and I pigged out on chocolate and caramel covered Rice Krispie bars topped with sea salt.

On the way back from the bakery, we saw a sign in a window touting $1 oysters. We felt the need to drop in.

I got a delish french onion soup topped with Gruyere.

Our oysters!

We shared a beet salad. I'm totally coming around on beets--this one had a citrus vinaigrette, oranges, and feta. It was so good. Beets are the new black.

Hauled it back up to SF to see Sugar Ray, one of my favorite all time bands. They have such great energy, and Mark is a great entertainer. I won't comment on how hot he is, b/c I think I'm only allowed to have one music crush, and Mark ain't it, yo. But I'm sure all of you will find these pictures entertaining.

The girlies @ Sugar Ray. Have I ever mentioned the special place this band has in my heart? No really. Everytime I am contemplating a big decision, and I hear Sugar Ray on the radio, my deicsion always turns out great. Heard them when I met Lance, when we got engaged, and on the way to get married. Coincidence? I think not.

Had a Gossip Girl party to celebrate the return of our favorite show featuring headbands and pearls. It's all about the Bass, baby.

Partying like they're heading off to rehab soon...

You can't see it, but my hounds tooth jacket has real fur around the collar. It was tres appropriate for the occasion.

Saw some gorgeous clouds on my way back up to SF (again!!)

Co-hosted a baby shower for Vickie. Yes, I just did her bridal shower like 5 weeks ago. Allright, more than that...but it still seems fresh in my mind.

Hot Mama.

The famed diaper cake. I have only seen one of these on a SATC episode. It was funny to see one in real life.

Red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting and white chocolate--thanks Cathy!

It was a brunch, so we kept it simple and light. We served:

*Holiday Breakfast
*Brooke's salad (SO GOOD!!)
*Fruit platter
*Mini-croissants with Irish butter and homemade jam
*Sparkling lemonade
*The gorgeous cupcakes seen earlier

Kidnapped our friend Hayley, which is sort of our little thing that we do. Hint-hint, ladies. If you're around 8 months prego, friends with us, and your husband asks with a hint of disdain why you are in your pajamas at 7pm, you should go and change into a cute outfit ASAP to avoid this:

She cleans up nicely, yes?

Had tasty kabobs and an entire plate of deviled eggs from The Dutch Goose with The Asian. Seriously--these things need to be on a Food Network special about eggs. I'm writing the letter now; look for it next Easter!

Phew. Nighty-night. I need a weekend just to recuperate from last week. And a serious workout.