I have a new addiction.
It involves Vegas, as always.
The second part of our New Year travels took us to Vegas. There is a giant conference there at the beginning of every year (CES), which was the “official” reason we went.
I will always be down for a trip to the world’s largest adult playground. Let’s be real.
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I’ve been married two whole years.
Who knew THAT would ever happen?!
One day I’ll learn to never say never. Remember that time I said I’d never get married… yeah…
As of Monday I’ve been married for 2 years. Now I have a tattoo to prove it. Sorry mom.
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Santa came this weekend.
And by Santa I mean Vegas.
We decided to be adults this year and buy ourselves a new couch in lieu of expensive gifts. Vegas, as per usual, did not follow the rules.
This is what Santa brought me:
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Who’s ready for the holidays?
We (mostly) are.
This time of year makes me want to cook. A lot. When I saw that this month’s Recipe Redux Challenge was to open a cookbook and execute whatever was on p. 216, I knew exactly what cookbook to use. Julia! It’s the perfect excuse to start Mastering the Art of French Cooking.
It just so happened to be something I can’t even pronounce: Coquilles St. Jacques À La Parisienne. The translation is scallops and mushrooms in white wine sauce.
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Mexico has no shortage of good food.
This may be an obvious point to many of you.
If you only have one day to eat (and drink) all that Tulum has to offer, you’re in luck. I’ve mapped out where to eat on Beach Road in Tulum, Mexico.
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Let’s talk Christmas trees.
Ours is the best.
I mean… have you ever seen a more perfectly shaped tree?
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Running and I are conflicted.
I ran pretty fast for awhile. (Hence the “sprint” in my name.)
Often time with running comes injuries. I had a PCL that was stretched thin and the only way I was going to run more than a mile or two again was to have surgery or build my quads. I chose quads and started doing figure competitions. I mean… go big or go home, right?
Tuesday morning run
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I’ve been know to forget to post for WIAW.
Last night I just couldn’t. Could. Not.
I decided it would be fun to pour wine at a new tasting room a few nights a week. One thing lead to another… and now I’m the interim manager.
This means I’ve been here EVERY day.
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