Thankfully Bojangles is trained and we have a huge yard for him to do his business. But if my dream of living in a loft ever comes true I may consider this.

So I was in Old Navy this weekend checking out the latest rayon/cotton/polyester blends when over the loud speaker they play Gwen Stefani’s Hollaback Girl. First time I hear this song, I instantly hated it. But anyone who knows me knows that I’m really easy to persuade with bright colors, and shiny metals and a… Continue reading →

Yesterday night I had dinner with my friend Mark at Il Fornaio. I can hear my brother chuckle when I say that because when I graduated from college, my celebration dinner was at Il Fornaio. For some reason my brother decided that he was going to drink and eat alot of bread. No good came… Continue reading →

Thanks to Josh I now believe all white men can dance if they practice, practice, practice. OK Go – A Million Ways to Be Cruel

I can see him everyday and he tells me what’s the weather like in LA.