Football. Football. Football football football. Football, football, football, football. Foot. Ball. FOOTBALL. Football? Football. (The Seahawks are playing in the Super Bowl this Sunday. Clearly, its gone to my head. While I try to regain some sanity, and make a deadline, you enjoy these links. Warning: most of them are related to … yeah. You guessed…
– Dear Vacation Palm Springs, Hi guys! I wanted to send you a letter just between us, you know? But since you aren’t answering any of our emails, and it’s pretty obvious you aren’t going to reimburse us for the money we sent you, I figured I’d just drag all our dirty laundry into the…
– Someone recently told me that I need to start “lifestyle blogging” instead of just travel blogging, which sort of confused me, because my everyday life isn’t necessarily something you’d want to emulate. Most days, I’m locked in a battle with myself about whether several cookies and a glass of milk are as nutritionally viable…
A funny thing happens the week after your team makes it to the Superbowl. In the beginning, you’re kind of confused and dazed. Did it actually happen? Did we actually beat the 49ers? And gradually, gradually, acceptance sets in. Yup. It happened. The Seahawks are going to the Superbowl, for only the second time ever.…
The Moorten Botanical Garden in Palm Springs is not terribly big. Fortunately, admission reflects this: –
Rand is growing out his beard. – I know, I know. This is supposed to be a travel blog, right? And for the most part, my husband’s facial hair plays very little role in our travel, much less yours. Goodness, what if it did, though. That would be one crazy-ass superpower, would it not? Me:…
– I am a sucker for good barbecue. There isn’t a lot of it in Washington, at least not in Seattle. I suppose it’s so cold and grey here that no one wants to stand outside next to a smoker for several hours. Or maybe it’s because there are a lot of folks out there…
There are no roses in Palm Springs. At least, none that we saw. So if we couldn’t stop and smell those, there was only one thing left to do: – We had to pause and contemplate the cacti. (Note: Rand is growing out his facial hair and having way too much fun doing it.)
– Joshua Tree National Park is about a 90 minute drive from Palm Springs, which is totally fine is you are over the age of 2, but kind of a bummer if you aren’t. And one of us wasn’t. –
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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