I did something last weekend that I never, ever do. That goes against every bone in my body. (And no, it's not some Tantric sex thing.)
I arrived in a town without a hotel reservation for the weekend.
Ay Dios mio.
Or as my people would say: Oy vey.
Spring is here but I’m already thinking about the summer.
Summer means short(er) shorts and bikinis one piece bathing suits.
And unfortunately, I’m trending about eight pounds over my fighting weight.
Especially since I spent last week on Spring Break.
My kids’ spring break starts tomorrow. And I can’t wait. I need a break. A break from getting up at 5:30 am. A break from nagging about homework. And a break from all the shit that’s been going on in my head. Three of my family of five are hopping on a plane to head...
It seemed like a good idea.
A quick trip to Las Vegas to start 2013 off right.
My kids were going to NYC with their dad. My stepdaughter would be with her mom.
I wasn’t going to do a year-end post. But I was lying in bed last night, not sleeping, thinking of some of the things I did in 2012. And what kept coming in to my head was how much I traveled this year. Man, did I travel. And I loved it. With kids. Without kids....