Wrangler Dani

I’m not an every-night-Olympic-watcher, but today I’ve got some time to kill and am watching the wrap-up. Here’s my summary: Michael Phelps, MICHAEL PHELPS, Freaking Michael Phelps, gymnasts are really

I’m planning a wedding. Some of my very dear friends are planning weddings as well, (or at least vicariously 😉 ) which makes for plenty of moral support, giggling, squealing

I hopped out of the car, (Adam’s fantastically bright blue Kia Sportage, lovingly nicknamed “Bonnie” by yours truly,) wet suit still dripping with salt water and grateful for the warm

I might have mentioned this before, but I was a little lonely when I first came to Orange County. I mean, wow, I have no (nearby) friends and no money

I’m little, and the edge of the couch just catches my inordinately long legs at the calf, causing my feet to stick out, shoelaces drooping with the tiredness of a

Independence Day. That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout. Whoever thought up the 4th of July on a Friday, plus giving Monday off to our sad little over-worked selves is a saint.

My roommate Julie(tte) came into town last week. We had a blast together, going to LA and eating out and laughing and trying on dresses and reminiscing and kayaking and

I’m sure that most of you have heard The Proposal Story, and if you haven’t, you don’t want to because you’re either disenchanted with the whole “love” thing, totally happy

I went on one of the most awesome dates of my life last night. Tyrone Wells played at the Coach House in San Juan Capistrano, and Adam and I went

In honor of my dear Julie, who will be coming out to the Sunshine State in T-minus One Month, and who gets rightfully excited about all the great things that