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Here’s me, Chris and our friend Brenna
The pictures really didn’t scan well at all. Will work on it later…..
It’s official! After months of pounding the virtual pavement, we’ve finally found our wedding venue. We’re getting married September 18th at Rimrock Ranch in Pioneertown, CA! The big day is Saturday the 18th, but we’ll be having lots of fun activities the day before – so come early and don’t forget your cowboy boots!
I’ve never loved a place more. The ranch is unbelievably beautiful. Jim (the owner) is so much fun! – Remind me to send him a thank you note for the hangover.
Here’s a few pics of the property:
Here comes the freezing Bride
That's Jim's cool old truck with the name of his Western Swing Band, "Golden Hill Ramblers" on the side.
There's tons of antique keys hanging from this tree - it's very sweet.
Key Tree 2
A Joshua Tree
Les, if you look really hard, I think you can see the nearest Hilton.....it's right next to that rock. No, not that rock - the other one....
The Famous Hatch House
Wall of Doors 1
Wall of doors 2
Hatch House 2 - This is where the band will play!
Just finished a refreshing shower with Calliope. She doesn’t really like it, but she doesn’t fight it either. She climbs into the shower with a really adorable, resigned posture then just stands there while I deep condition her lovely locks. She turns around when I ask her to and doesn’t try to bust through the shower curtain – even after I get out and wait for her to “shake it off!” The bathmats seem to bear the brunt of any shower-related dog rage, but honestly, they had it comin’.
Cap'n Clean Beard - YARRRRRGG!
Report Bathmat Abuse
Here’s just a few quick pics of our new apartment. If you’re coming to the housewarming pretend like you’ve never seen these.
Vintage Chris, Vintage Milton Bradley Game Cards and Chubby Little Drawers: There’s bourbon in there…
Calliope’s Favorite Chairs – that’s her Toy Manatee on the left one.
Calliope after a Busy Day
Praying Mantis and Sofa
Bedroom Sitting Area with Ugly-But-Necessary AC unit
Bedroom Catwalk – for Models Who Like To Read
Indoor Herb Garden
Views 
We moved the wedding venue to California from New York to avoid potential downpours. Now I’m waaaaaaaaay up in Northern California (we’re talking almost Oregon, people) and my beautiful Meadow that normally looks like this
now looks like this:
Still really pretty as long as nobody looks down. Ever.
Apparently the grass goes dormant in September up here, so our options are:
a)Call Pearl Jam and and see if Chris can take the month of June off
b)Check out these other venues:
and the Botanical Gardens
The first two pictures are from the same venue. It’s actually really, really cool and I’m hoping it’s THE ONE. The third picture is from the Botanical Gardens up here and is totally gorgeous, but would require more work and dealing with Park Rangers. Ick. More Work + Park Rangers = Grody.
However, More Work + Park Rangers X SWINGS = a real possibility
THE GOOD NEWS: No matter which of the three venues we pick, the cute hotel in which we are currently staying is where most of you, dear readers, would be staying…and it’s adorable.
So help me, Smoking Baby, I will make this happen!
I’ve finally found an appropriate use for the profanity-laden sticky notes my sister gave me!
Pussy.
Y’know what sucks more than packing? Nothing. Nothing is worse than packing. Packing makes me not want to move at all. As in “not move” off the couch. I definitely want to be in the new apartment, I just want all our stuff to magically be there before us. I’m trying to tell Chris that we don’t really need to pack at all. The new place is right up the street, so the way I see it we can just have, like, two boxes. We can carelessly fill ‘em up, drive ‘em over and dump ‘em out over and over again. I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever had.
Chris is taking the bigger closet in the new place which means I’ve got to get rid of some clothes. I’ve been burrowing through drawers and ripping things off hangers trying to stay emotionally detached while I destroy my lovely little closet. It looks like a family of badgers has made a nest in there. Maybe I should just leave it all and get all new clothes to go with the new apartment! Now I think that’s the best idea I’ve ever had!
Zoë’s agent called and said she wasn’t getting enough face time on the blog. Here’s a little face time…and tongue time.
Just when I thought Summer was over….
The hills are on fire and it’s 95º in the shade in LA. We decided to try to beat embrace the heat and headed down to Long Beach. In addition to having an awesome off-leash dog beach, Long Beach is the perfect place to spend a Wednesday afternoon at a sushi restaurant wondering why the hell everybody else isn’t at work. Imagine Peter Pan’s Never Never Land with 311 or Jack Johnson playing in the background…all the time. And instead of Lost Boys, it’s 39 yr old Frat Boys. That’s Long Beach. But I digress. The Dog Beach is awesome, and nothing beats watching Calliope running away from the big waves (except maybe watching her not run fast enough).
Please to enjoy:
Calliope's Day Off
Sandy 'Stache
Shut up - pale is the new tan.
The other woman
