It was a druken...

...turkey stuffing, lazy, car show, trip to the vet kinda Thanksgiving for us! Too much food and alcohol started the long weekend followed with a "can't move off the couch movie marathon" day. Once we finally recovered, it was the LA Car Show for Jess and the vet for me and Kash. Third trip this year for him. At least he still has his lives in tact. This injury was minor. Apparently 'boys will be boys' and the playing between P and Kash got a little rough one night. What started as a little nick on the back of his neck turned into a penny sized wound complete with blood, scabs and no hair. Silly boys. He was sent home with a soft cone which would hinder P from jumping on him but seemed to hinder him more from doing anything including walk. I decided to take out my handy dandy sewing machine and some adorable fabric and make him my own cone... well sort of. He still hates it, but it does the trick when we can't keep an eye on them and he looks so cute in it. Next job for us is putting up our Christmas tree. Hmmmm, Kash has never seen a tree... and he is only 1 1/2... at least the vet has a 24 hour office not far from us.

30 Days Until Christmas...

...how the hell did THAT happen??

This one will give you goosebumps!

They say things happen in cycles and that for every good there is a bad. I have no way of understanding what this couple has gone through and I pray that I never will. On one of the greatest days of my life, there was a family 2000 miles away that was going through one of their darkest days.

I just heard about this story tonight and mostly because the day after it happened Jess and I got married. Our minds were elsewhere during this tragedy, but my heart goes out to them now. As sad as the story is though, there is a silver lining that was revealed tonight on the news. If you ever didn't believe in a higher power, this story might just change you mind.

Coble Family Update

Weekend News... well, not really NEWS!

I went to my first Bat Mitzvah this weekend and who should I run into but Slade from The Real Housewives Of Orange County. No, Jo was not his date and Jess and I couldn't really figure out why he was there, but there he was none the less. Didn't he tell Jo he didn't want to leave the OC? Strange and yet so very LA.

Home

It has come to my attention that I love where I live even more so than when I mentioned it in an earlier post. Maybe it is because I am getting older and it seems that every time I move, I feel like I never really appreciated where I was before I left. Hindsight is usually 20/20 in my life, but maybe, just maybe I am learning. I don't want to look back and say, "**SIGH** I miss my old place so much. Why didn't I ever _________________ (fill in the blank) while I was there." I want to enjoy it for all it is worth and simply look back on it fondly and enjoy the memories. We aren't moving just yet, but the time will come and I want to be prepared. Yes, my home has it's issues and problems and it isn't always the most pleasant smelling or happiest place to be, but it is home. It is where I grew up, so to speak, and became an adult. It is where I ran to when I was hurt and where I bring people I love when I am happy. It is the place I will tell my children stories about (and trust me, I have many), and it is the place I have met some of the most important people in my life and I don't just mean my husband. It is home. And home seems to be popular in film and TV as well. Regularly seen on two of my favorite shows Dexter and Californication. Also the ABC show Private Practice and the movies Because I Said So and American History Xas well as many many more. No matter where we end up, there will always be a reminder somewhere of Venice Beach and I am just hoping when that time comes, I will be happy to look back and not longing to go back.

Quiet week.

It's been a slow week except for the Yoga classes. My lovely sister in law gave me a week free at Yogaworks and I have to say that the classes are wonderful. My muscles ache, my joints are stiff and I feel my age, but I love the classes. If you ever want to feel less intimidated learning something new, I highly recommend Yoga. There are all body types, personalities, races, and sexes attending each class and the main concern is that you enjoy yourself, you relax and that you do the moves correctly. There is no gold medal if you bend the furthest or sweat the most. You do what your body can do and learn what it cannot. The teachers speak softly and kindly and are there for assistance at the drop of a hat. I leave the classes feeling good even on the worst of days... so far anyway. (giggle giggle) I am starting to see what all the fuss was about for all of those years. The moves are even easy enough to do at home and there is no need for all of those fancy at home gyms that end up being used more for laundry than a workout. I know I sound like an ad, but like I said, it was a slow week and it was all I had to share.