photo a day. day thirty three.

we probably have too much fun with accounting magazines in the office.

(clm: career limiting move)


photo a day. day thirty two.

coworker ordered homemade tamales from the lady that cleans our offices (we see a lot of them this time of year!). Deeeeeelicious!

photo a day. day thirty one.

the hubs was gone for business so I had a lovely sunny lunch date with this cutie.

photo a day. day thirty.

sbiff: christopher nolan tribute, with leo presenting the award. i’m kind of like a teenager when it comes to these events.


photo a day. day twenty nine.

the santa barbara film festival. i. love. it.

last night was the james franco tribute and seth rogan presented the award. james franco and seth rogan in one night? hilarious.

best line was when seth rogan said that he “didn’t know they built a theatre in the middle of a mexican restaurant.” yes, the arlington does kind of look like that.

The alarm went off for practice this morning at 6am. Thankful for the few extra minutes of rest, I wanted to savor it and sleep in a little more. You know, just a few hours. The hubs set his alarm for 6:10, the time where I definitely needed to be up and fumbling around in the dark for my clothes.

The hubs rolls over and asks, “What can I do to help you get up? Can I make your waterbottles? Can I start the shower?” Why I would ever take a shower before working out is beyond me, but that’s not the point. That was one of the nicest things he has done for me in a couple weeks and at six in the morning I was not appreciative in the least. (Remind me to tell you about walking in on my husband… Cleaning. Does not get much better, my friends.)

I made a mental note while hitting my marks on my tempo run to thank him later.

4 mile warm up, 4 mile tempo run (8:43, 8:42, 8:35, 8:18). No warm down (tisk, tisk). I stayed in the parking lot and stretched, drank my recovery drink and talked to the most senior runner in our group (70) and learned all about heart disorders. Motivated me to break out my new heart rate monitor, a Christmas present still in the box.

photo a day. day twenty eight.

you know it’s tax season when: the first trip to costco takes place and i eat my “i’m going to be healthy this tax season” meal…