What are your weekend plans? Are you still enjoying the last moments of summer?

My Mom is en route for a visit right now. I am excited. We have lots of fun plans. First wedding dress fitting. The we will swoon our way through ABC Home, Urban Archaeology and a few TriBeCa boutiques. We plan on dinner at Lupa, lunch at SAKS and ABC Kitchen, and perhaps a little jazz at the new Silver Lining in my favorite building in my neighborhood. Take a look at it for yourself right here. I can see it from my apartment, and love the up-lit facade by night. Have a good one!

*tshirt here for $16.99

What are your memories and favorite traits of your Moms? What does a Mom mean to you? Or if you are a Mom, how has that blessed you in return? For me, my Mom has inspired me to be selfless, loving and a simply always shine for Jesus!

-From a happy girl because of the sunny filled weather forecast in NYC! It’s about time. Out for a fabulous “girls day” with my visitor for the week…Mom!!

Since we last chatted, I have changed jobs (more to come on that one), been to Arizona and back, become part of an AU-some National Championship Family, and started a daily routine of freezing my tail off  on the streets of NYC. So for my body to thaw out, let’s think dessert.

A week ago today, Stan and I boarded a plane just in time to miss the NYC snow storm and land in Arizona. We headed  out a little early for the National Championship game  so we could first head to Tucson for the weekend to spend time with my aunt. It was a LONG day of travel. And right upon arrival I greeted her (and mom and Andrea) with hugs before sneaking away to her lovely backyard. Why? I was eager to snack on the goodness of her citrus trees, while she shared with me the new architectural plans of her soon to get under construction guest house addition. It’s grand and lovely. I pictured it in 3-D. I already hug the curtains, made the bed and booked my next ticket to come out and break in the newness. I am just thinking I will be one of those “old snow bird” types, who jet sets half way across the country to escape the cold.

Aunt Nancy is the ultimate hostess. The bedroom was stocked with fresh fruit and water. Fresh flowers adorned each and every single flat surface in the house. Candles burned. The sheets were soft and the pillows were fluffy. Jars of almonds and cranberries sat on the counter. Fresh juice and tea filled the fridge. And best of all the view out of up into the foothills from her back windows. It doesn’t get much better than that. Take a look for yourself:

We dined at the luxury and historic, Arizona Inn where my dear cousin served us up one of the most fabulous dinners that has ever graced my mouth with it’s presence. We even indulged in prickly pear margaritas (made from the “the yellow catusy thing” pictured below) and a little duck appetizer to tease the palate. [Yes, we were feasting on our football enemies for that upcoming Monday, The Oregon Ducks.]

Early Saturday morning, we rose early to hit Sabino Canyon for a morning run. We ran the canyon. It was a little chilly, completely populated with cacti and from all the warning signs I saw…lots of no so friendly wildlife.

We left the canyon in really high spirits. We were shining like the sunflowers left on the bedside table back home. The day was great. The company was even better. Despite that face that Stan was stuck in the car with 4 girls, we managed to laughed to be lovin’ life. Then Aunt Nancy’s iphone makes a beep/buzz/ding, or something. It is a local news app on her phone, alerting us of some kinda of shooting down the road. We kinda hit rock bottom. What? Where? It’s the Safeway, my cousin Michael always shops at. Is he okay? We were saddened. We were informed the entire area was closed off. The roads that direction were all closed. Traffic was being completely rerouted. Talk about hitting close to home. This one did. What kind of person would (or even could) think of taking innocent lives? Slowly as the day goes one, the facts start to spill out. We’d just been by University Medical the Night before. We were looking at the UofA Campus, and hearing from my cousin’s fiance about her upcoming masters work she’d being doing at UM. The excitment for the upcoming BCS bowl game, and the mini-vacation to Tucson was saddened by this crisis, literally just around the corner.

We went to the Mission, on the way to greet my other family at the Tucson airport. And we lit a candle and prayed for the fallen and injured.

My sister sent me this picture. Were just a few days later she went with Mom and my Aunt. Within just a few days the ground was completely covered with balloons, flowers, posters, candles…Just thinking about this awful tragedy, and how “real” it felt brings tears back to my eyes. So I digress…

…let’s try to smile a little and think happy thoughts.

we ate, smiled, took lots of pictures, and i even took a pretty really rough fall at the La Paloma resort before finally making our way (caravan style) to Scottsdale.

Sweet Denise, my Aunt’s dear friend, housed us all at her home in Scottsdale. We spent the night in great company at her house. We ordered in. Made a BIG ole’ salad. Poured wine…and waiting for the BIG day to come. It did, and brought about a lot of orange and blue spirit! Just take it all in for yourself here:

So this goes without saying, We WON! You just need to look at those smiles on our faces and all the confetti flying in the air. For those of you who are not sports fans, well just get this one right. You need to understand one thing: WE WON, YES AUBURN WON THE NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP by a field goal. And with that, Good Night!

Hi my lovely readers. I am completely embarrassed to look up, and look you in the eyes. Why? Well, I have completely deserted you the last month, and have no excuse – except life got busy. Since I last posted, Christmas came and went, and we embarked on a brand new year. A time to start fresh. The slate is wiped clean, and we are given not just a new hour, day, week, or month, but WHOLE NEW YEAR!! However, before I start completely anew, I want to give you a little recap of what has been going on.

I spent a whole week home before Christmas. It was greatly enjoyed, and and desperately needed. I slept in and stayed up late, went to the gym with my sister LOTS, ran errands with Mom, visited with family, baked cookies, assembled Christmas cards, went to movies, saw best friends, got a haircut (last one was in June), drank a glass of Cakebread, treated myself to manis and pedis, ate yummy homemade dinners, ate out @ Amsterdam, Arricia, Panera and Big Blue [some all time favs], laughed hysterically as I watched my brother put together their new bugaboo, sang Christmas songs at the Christmas Eve church service, watched snow fall on Christmas night, and soaked up every single minute of everyday.

As the festivities came to an end, our fun was just beginning because my family was accompanying me back to the City through New Years. Well, Christmas night our flight was cancelled for the following morning. To our dismay we wouldn’t fly out until Tuesday. After a long headache with Delta, we finally got rebooked. Hallelujah! Flying into NYC was a pretty sight.

The flight was a breeze, but we were not sure if the cab ride was going to be so safe. We passed lots of snow covered abandoned cars on the side of the NJ Turnpike. The traffic was insane, and the snow was mucky. As our cab driver jumped lots of curbs, in an effort to avoid the LONG line of traffic entering into the Holland Tunnel, he assured was this is how “New Yorkers” do it. He followed that by, “No worries we are in a brand new 2011 mini-van with 4-wheel drive. Now I don’t know how you feel about that, but I was not completly convinced that was suppose to give me a peace of mind. Good news, we made it…almost! We could not get to the front of my apartment (clean up was and still is a slow and still in the works process), but we trudged 1 block through the sloshy ickiness with our rolling bags. I might add I had on flats. Not a good idea. Needless to say, I lived in my Hunter Boots this past week. There is no hope for looking to stylish in this weather. So you are thinking…snowy and cold, what do you do in the City with weather like that? We had not problem staying throughly entertained. We laughed our way through the snow. It took double the time to walk anywhere because of the mounds of snow and deep puddles of slush blocking our pathway. We managed to make it over to Stan’s (fabulous) new office one evening after dinner at a favorite-The Harrison. His office has a 360 view of Manhattan. On the south-eastern edge there is a fabulous view overlooking Ground Zero, and the construction of the under-construction Freedom Tower. The void in the Cityscape is pretty moving. And the view is absolutely magnificent!

We also stumbled upon another pretty magnificent view in Soho. It was a little smaller scale, and was found on the entrance doors to the Soho Under Armour pop-up store. All I can say is “War Eagle” because Auburn really is “the best players in the game”!

Now to go on a complete ramble. We had fun!  We ventured in and our of lots of design showrooms. Where I decorated a dream house. I fell in love with this tile…

and this faucet…

We took the subway to my new office (come next week!). We ventured into fabulous antique stores. I bought a rug a fabulous rug at ABC Carpet & Home. We shopped @ fabulous NYC boutiques. We ate at some of my local favorites: Warren 77, Locanda Verde, Cafe SFA @ Saks, The Hummus Place, and Le Pain Quotidien. And we probably laughed again, and jumped a few more slushy puddles of melting snow. Last night we rang in the New Year on a more local style, completely avoiding the chaos and misery of crowds of midtown (aka Time Square). Sadly this morning, the fam packed up and left me behind. I found myself in tears of sadness. I wanted to rewind the past two weeks, and relive them over and over and over again. I recapped the fun we had over the Christmas holiday, and just wanted that back. Life must go on. Back to the daily grind, but it just reminds me that memories are better than anything money can buy!!

Happy New Year!!

I love this time of year in the City. Every street corner you turn you find yet another little pop up shop Christmas tree vendor. So for me this year, instead of the parking lot at K-Mart back home, it’s the corner of Greenwich and Chambers. I’ve quickly realized that it’s okay for traditions to evolve over the years. I might not be bundling up (b/c it use to be REALLY cold after Thanksgiving) with my Mom, Dad, Big Brother and Baby Sister. We’d get hot chocolate, probably because I had not tolerance for the cold, and head to the “Christmas Tree Man” that setup year after year in the parking lot adjacent to K-Mart. My brother and I would meander through the trees to pick out the tallest, most perfect (and probably meaning most expensive) tree we could find. Mom would have to approve first! We’d also pick out a little tree, known as the “kid’s tree”. This one was adorned with colorful lights, and all the ornaments we’d made or bought on family trips. The “big tree” was elegant and beautifully lit with white lights. They’d load them in the back of Dad’s truck and we’d head home. Then poor Dad, some how managed to carry our 8′-9′ tree inside all by himself. It didn’t end there. A little left, no now a little the right. Okay, not pull it back towards you a little…WELL, IT HAD TO BE STRAIGHT! This usually ended in a little frustration, followed by sweeping up all the stray pieces that sprinkled the floor from the car to the house. But we all still had BIG smiles on our faces. I would be chomping at the bit to decorate it RIGHT THEN, everyone else seemed a little exhausted. Funny enough, it seems year after year it ended up being just Mom and I hanging all the ornaments. Everyone else seemed to bail after two or three. Oh the memories. So you know, change, even little change, can be hard. I miss these days, but when I find that “teary” feeling coming on, I just try to reminisce on fond, fond memories of Christmas time when I was younger. I remind myself to be thankful of those times, and look forward to the new and exciting things to come. However, I still cannot wait to go home before Christmas, wrap presents with Mom, sit by the fire with a lit Christmas tree as a beautiful backdrop, and relish in the moment as we make new memories!

*Mom, after watching you make gazillions of bows year after year after year. Well, I still cannot do it near as well as you. You just have all these little tricks, and I cannot quite get them right. The whole twist thing when you’re making the bow? I am trying to master it!

I am really thankful for my sweet sister. This girl is my heart. Five years younger than me, and I still look up to and respect her SO much. She is the most outgoing individual you will ever meet. She has a heart as BIG as Texas! Last Wednesday night we curled up in her BIG king size bed to dig through memory boxes of old cards from our friends and family. We were pulling out all the ones from my grandma-who has recently become very ill. We gathered up all the cards she’d ever given my sister and me. And I mean she never missed an occasion to send a card, so it was A LOT. Birthdays, graduations, Valentine’s, Christmas, other random holidays, honor society inductions, you name she sent a card. They were the sparkly, colorful, 3-dimensional, musical, fun cards too. So we filled Andrea’s bed with a puddle of “glittery tears” as we read aloud ALL of the cards. Grandma knew us both all to well. It was so special because every card for Andrea pointed out her cheerful spirit…after all it’s really contagious. If I just had an ounce of what she has. Not only did the cards bring light to our sprits, but to Grandma’s as well. She is a lady of grace and beauty. She always thinks of others before herself, and we especially felt that love as her only two granddaughters. It was such a blessing to have lots of time to spend visiting with my sweet grandma, and recalling wonderful memories.

And on another note. I have another wonderful memory that I will pass along to my grandchildren one day. It isn’t quite as touching, but it’s memorable. My dynamic duo and I here, along with my dear friend Amory, cheered AUBURN on to victory AND WERE THE FIRST THREE PEOPLE TO WELCOME THE AU TIGERS BACK TO THE LOVELIEST VILLAGE ON THE PLAINS. Yeap, you read that right the first. I’ll admit we did “act a fool”, but who cares, right? It’s hard to control your Auburn spirit. We were heading down College Street towards Toomer’s Corner, then heading to the Athletic Department to hang with the other fans who were out at 10 pm to welcome to team back home. Well, as we deceded the small hill to the side of the library, lots of blue sirens back flying up behind us. Our hearts raced, and then fell straight to our feet in fear, for a few seconds, before we realized it was the team escorts for the buses. However, we were “in the way”. So we pulled into the hotel and conference center parking lot. And by pulled I mean took a right hand turn on two wheels. Then basically all three sprung out of the car before we’d stopped, and sprinted to the curb where we jumped up and down and screaming “War Eagle” as the team passed by. We either looked like three hard core fans or three drunken girls. And that story will most definitely live on…

So as you can see I had a lot of extra fun on my Thanksgiving getaway back home. Not only did we have a turkey feast, we had family time and football extravaganzas!! Hope your Thanksgiving was HAPPY as mine!! Night, and have a Happy Monday as you enter a new week!