international motorcycle show, nyc

there were lots and lots of curvy beauties looking to go home with someone, but this gorgeous italian still has the firmest grip on my heart. soon, bellisima.

3 Kings Day

Who knew there was such a thing?

This was taken from our bedroom window. It was a second-rate parade with some first-class spunk. We love this city.

new look for new year

i love democracy, but i'm going dictatorial on this one. and besides, it came in a close fourth place anyway.

The Surprise

We made a quick decision to visit the fam in Utah . . . showed up and, thanks to good friends, were able to surprise them by hitting the doorstep and hashing out a few lines of a holiday jingle. It was a blast!

Christmas at home really is one of the best feelings in the world. So we'll share a few fun memories via the ultimate storyteller . . . the Nikon.

And a Happy New Year . . .

Just thought you'd all like to see how New York sends its best

Loving Christmas!

Warning: This is one of those boring posts you'll wish you hadn't read. But I just have to take a second and say how much I LOVE this Christmas season. This is the first time since childhood where I've had almost nothing to worry about. Granted, I am studying for the bar a little bit, but I won't get too intense until January . . . and there's the fact that Garrett is busy with finals, so I think about him a lot, but for the most part, I'm just drinking in Christmas. Today, I made brownies and went to a Christmas get-together, then came home and made cookies for my office with The Santa Clause 2 on TV in the background. It was a horrendous movie, but I just wanted to hear the words, "Reindeer", "Santa", "Elves", . . . . you get the idea. It's been so nice. Hmm. maybe next year we'll get some visitors - NY is a great place for some pre-holiday shopping and fun!

Tourists and Tall Buildings

There's one essential difference between touists and locals . . . . tourists stop. And I mean everywhere.

Scenario One: The doors open, a group of people starts to get off the subway determinedly as another group waits impatiently to get on, and suddenly, the couple leading the group off stops and looks up at the signs in the station trying to figure out whether to turn left or right. Discontented moans, annoyed sighs, and the locals step around these obnoxious tourists, a handful of them muttering things I can't type because my mother might read this.

Scenario Two: I'm walking the two blocks to my office building positioned on 6th Avenue and 42nd street - a block from Times Square. I pass a huge group of people all stopped and gawking at a tall building. Oh no, someone's going to jump, I think to myself. And then I see the tour guide, propped on a light post. I pass them, silently amused at my silly assumption, only to be stopped a dozen other times by nameless tourists unable to keep themselves from tilting their heads back awed. I brush past them with a look that lets them know I'm completely annoyed . . . I have somewhere to be.