That’s what Ian calls it. Ian and Bodhi. Friends for almost four years! I will be forever grateful for the room I saw Bodhi’s mom in, nine months pregnant (I was seven months). We literally crossed the room to each other and basically said, “Let’s be friends.” Bodhi’s moms are some of my dearest, closest […]Read Post ›
My filmmaker husband makes this tired blogger so very happy. We just spent a largely idyllic week in Ann Arbor, Michigan, and he captured it all for my dad’s birthday. There are no words that can capture it better.
Ian’s into it. Like me. I could eat 5-7 ears of corn at a sitting. Easy. Husband hates corn (I know). He also hates zucchini, mushrooms, brussels sprouts, edamame, sugar snap peas, quinoa, rice, shredded carrots…my talents are largely wasted as my husband is stuck in the yummy phase! Hoping Ian will take after me […]Read Post ›
This is what happens when husband isn’t making amazing graphics in Hollywood every minute. You should hire him. He’s good.
I’m not sure why this video cracks me up, but it does every time. Maybe it’s the music. Maybe it’s their similarities. In my eternally self-centered nature I think of Ian as “mine.” Then I look at this and realize I’m most likely just a blip in his experience. So I’ll try to sit back […]Read Post ›
It took three and a half years, but we’re there. Next year we won’t watch them half a mile away.
Mama Mandy 