The Medicinal Salad at Planet Raw in Santa Monica, one of my favorites.
Of course, I chase it with a giant raw cacao shake. XOXO
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Feel very lucky that we were back in SoCal for another day at Disneyland.
In a funhouse mirror. I'm wearing a headband that has has a piece of cheesecake on it. I'm a head-cake. 
E in Mickey's musical auto!
Buzz ride is a fav
Woody's Round-Up, another big fav
We always wait in the long line for Peter Pan
Taking pics from the line
Another pic from the line
Almost there
Closer
And we began and ended our day on Small World
Having a wonderful time…
The following day we were in the sand in Santa Monica where Eliot buried my feet and relaxation was had.
Have a beautiful weekend!
XO
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After a spur of the moment amazing trip to SoCal we are back in PDX.
We swam, ate at Madeline's Bistro, AuLac, many times at Planet Raw, ran the Santa Monica stairs, sat on the beach x2, anniversary party for my in-laws in Beverly Hills, met the beautiful Nancy , loads of pool time, Disneyland, husband went to New York, KindKreme for ice cream (love love love), Hugos Tacos, drives through Topanga Canyon make me tear up every time, got myself a sunburn & a head cold and returned to the northwest to run my first 10k bright and early Sunday morning. With only 6 hours of sleep I ran my best time ever with 8:46 minute miles I came in fourth in my age group. Racing bug got me again!
Here's a photo of me in one of my Zac Posen for Target dresses worn with a belt from Forever 21. More later! XOXO
I have such a problem. I walk down the lovely tree lined streets here in Portland, and what is my one major thought?: This is not California. Why do I torture myself this way? And then to make matters worse I decide to read my feeds before heading to bed early and one of my favorite singer songwriters, Tom Brosseau has a new post up today. He is living three blocks from where Andy and I used to live in Santa Monica. Pure torture for a girl like me with a longing in her heart for palm trees, window shopping, celebrity watching, sand in the air, jasmine flowers filling me… I could go on and on. I remember before moving from Berkeley to Santa Monica I was scared of the possibilities of being surrounded by fake hair, fake boobs, fake everything. But, I loved it so. ("It looks fake, I like it," from Joe Versus the Volcano.) And I miss my friends, and well… I could go on and on.
Check out Tom's blog if you're interested. He's very talented and heartfelt, my kinda fella: http://tombrosseau.com/blog/?p=271
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