Only you can prevent yuletide fires

At our park (yes, Jed and I now own a park. Frankie has marked every square inch of it to prove it)there isn't a lot of Christmas going on. Maybe it's because it's raining...and has been for days. Maybe people think outdoor Christmas lights + rain = electrical storm. It makes sense. And to be honest, I too have had those thoughts.

I've also had thoughts of Christmas trees lights + not enough water = tree on fire, which is why we chose to decorate our dresser.

Good thing twinkling lights + cheap furniture that you had to put together yourself and it's most likely not even real wood will NOT = dresser fire.

As Jed and I are still newer in our married life, we only have one Christmas tradition. We buy an ornament that has significance to an event that has happened in our lives. This is one of my favorites (of the 3) It's the Empire State Building and will remind me of the magic of living in NYC.

Now, who can find us an ornament of a wiener dog with a pacifier in her mouth??? She is our little baby, that's for sure! Ugh. I hate that I just made a dog = fur baby comment. Forget it. But seriously, email me if you do.

Frankenwooferton

I was about 30 minutes too late for the "good light" so, I will leave you with the Sunday in SF picture of our dog. Smelling something. Probably something nasty.

Here's to a "not so long, so I can take some decent shots when it's light" nap next week.

Sunday...on Saturday

It's rainy and dreary in SF. I won't complain: no snow and decent temps...I'll take it. But, it puts a bit of a snag on my Sunday's in SF picture taking.

So, your "Sunday's in SF" just so happened to be taken on Saturday when it wasn't raining, but a rather beautiful day. And what a day we had.

I'd rank it to one of the top 5 best days in SF. Since we've lived here 395 days or more, that's saying something.

Day goes as follows:
5:50: wake up (it's a sickness, I know)
5:50-7:50: do crossword puzzles on the iPad (which Jed still makes me call his magical revolutionary device. Another sickness)
7:50: husband wakes up
8:00: husband makes crepes
8:15: wife exclaims "these are the best crepes ever"
8:30-10:00: nothing of importance
10:00: head to Oakland (shhhh, don't tell my mom, I promised her I wouldn't ever step foot in that devil city)
11:30ish: Share a fried chicken sandwich and choc chip cook at Bake Sale Betty's
12:00: Go to the temple
3:00-6:30: Didn't really matter
6:30: our lives changed as we stepped foot into Morimoto Napa
6:32: walk past Masaharu Morimoto...we both squealed like little girls
6:35-7:30: consume the best meal of our lives consisting of Ramen noodles (aka Mormimoto's version of chicken noodle soup), sushi rice risotto, sushi, donuts, and the itty bittiest banana milkshake you will ever see!
7:30: Attempt to take picture with "the chef"
7:30.5: Realize the idiot we asked to take the picture didn't, in fact, take the picture and that another attempt was useless since Jed had already peed his pants due to a severe case of "Iron Chef intimidation." Can't blame him--that man's "useless Americans, bothering a master with a picture while he's working" stare cuts like a freakin' sushi knife.
7:31: Wait out back by the bushes, ready to jump the kid who ruined our lives...uh, picture
7:31--bedtime: Talk about how we were practically judges on Iron Chef America. And, how MM was the most intimidating man we have ever stood next to, and he didn't even say a word.
Bedtime-am: dream of having more days like that.



Bake Sale Betty's


Morimoto Napa (and, obviously, an outfit change)



It looks like "Hand" from Addams Family is feeding me. Which would have been nice if I had 3 hands to shove the food in, rather than 2.



Itty Bittiest, I say.

Because when donuts are on a dessert menu, you get em. That's why.

Because it's been over a month

Man, sometimes blogging is so hard!

The pressure of feeling like I need to post something when there is, in fact, nothing to really post about. I could post how Jed and I wake up, take Frankie for a walk (more Jed than me...he's a good sport), get ready, and head out into the world on a scooter.

Or I could talk about coming home, making dinner, taking Frankie for another walk (she is such a diva) watching some tube, reading some books, and crawling into bed.

But, that's pretty boring.

On another note: we have a fancy schmancy camera that's not being used. Nothing to blog about. A camera not being used. Do you see what I see? (tis the season) So we decided to dust it off and take some pics today. When I say we, I mean ME! That's right folks, I'm a budding photog. Not really, I just want to learn something new. So, it's actually pretty selfish.

Jed and I like to set goals. Some we meet, some we will continue working on for the rest of our lives. One of them consists of taking more pictures of San Fran. On Sunday. And, calling it Sunday's in SF.

I will try to post the cool things that we see while we are out taking Frankie to see the world. Most of which will be portraits of her, because she is so dang cute. Everyone in SF agrees. Except for the dogs she runs up behind and barks so loud that I even cringe. Just keeping everyone on their toes, I'm sure.

So, without further ado, I present Sunday's in SF. Photo shoot numero uno.

Jed and woofie (another bonus, you will most likely get to know Frankie and all of her pet names. Pun intended)



Frankie doing what she loves best...and what I love best...doting on our main man!



Someone please tell the family who lives in the brown shingled house, that we will move in as soon as they are out.



Who loves Jed's new glasses? Who loves Jed?

Stay tuned for next week. We might even get Frankie into wardrobe.

Celebrating Jed's birthday with Tyler Florence

Well, not really...but, we did eat at his restaurant, WAYFARE Tavern.

I want this mantle in my future house

Jed's birthday was one week ago. I'm still full.

Menu:
starter - popovers. buttery, warm, fluffy popovers.
appetizer (yes, there is a difference) - poutine (fries, short ribs, cheese sauce and gravy...why yes, it was very light!)
entree - birthday boy: fried chicken. birthday boy's wife: hamburger
side dish - mac and cheese
dessert - carrot cake

I think he wished for elastic waisted pants.

Front row seats to the kitchen

Proof that we really did start with popovers.

We ended the night snuggling at home, watching a movie on the new AppleTV. (Side note: do not, I repeat DO NOT rent "When in Rome" it was painful. )

Here's to the best husb out there. Happy 31!

One year closer to THIRTY!

I love birthdays. Maybe it's because I am kinda a TINY bit excited to be 30, and now I am one year closer to it. Maybe it's because I get to share it with the best friend a gal can ask for. Maybe it's because my husband rented the same hotel suite we stayed on our honeymoon night so everyone could celebrate together, in return, making him the best husband a gal can ask for.

Either way, I am so glad I was able to celebrate in Utah, with some of my favorite people in the world, and I got a magic bullet and Le Cruset to boot! It's going to be a good year.


I wasn't the only one excited to open my gift! I had 6 little helpers who loved my houndstooth wrapping paper (nice touch ma! )

My Husband Ran a Marathon this Weekend...what about yours?

26.2 miles of blood (not really), sweat (really) and tears (maybe from one very happy/sappy wife)

Jed ran the Top of Utah marathon with his brother, Matt. It was so exciting to be a part of it. Even if I was just the "gu" girl.

Thanks to those who supported him.



Here's to having our Saturday's back!!!