Thursday, December 15, 2016


Happy holidays!!! Some people send Christmas cards. I send a Christmas blog these days. I used to handcraft all of my Christmas cards. They were super elaborate, and I had fun designing them every year. However, that all stopped when I got divorced, and I haven't been able to get stoked about Christmas cards since. THAT DOES NOT MEAN I DON'T LIKE TO RECEIVE THEM!!! I WANT YOUR CHRISTMAS CARDS!!! Glad we are clear. I'm waiting for your cards. Eagerly. :)

As anticipated, this has kind of been a wild year for me. I packed up and moved from Wasilla, Alaska in 2015, and moved to a town in California that I had only picked out randomly on a map one night when I was working in OB Triage at my hospital in Alaska when had i no patients. I knew I wanted to be closer to home so I had a shorter commute to see my kids, but I loved the hospital system I was currently in, so I called up all of their job postings on the intranet, did my research, and picked the hospital that was closest to the BEACH in California!!!! And it has worked out well for me in most areas thus far :)

I spend a lot of time at the beach on my days off. I workout a lot, but my workouts have taken on a new form. I go running on the beach multiple times per week. I was just there tonight, and it was GORGEOUS!!! I've logged 17 miles on my Fitbit in the past two days, and mostly because I JUST DON'T WANT TO GO HOME!!!

Something strange happens in Cali in the winter. People get cold--when it's 60F. I am one of them now when I'm not running, but this is PERFECT RUNNING WEATHER!!! I run on the beach all the time, and it isn't abnormal to be there by MYSELF and late at night!!! Which is ALSO amazing!!! It's so quiet, and peaceful. It's better for my soul than any breathing and relaxing I've paid to do in a yoga studio--and it's FREE. Unreal.

Of course, I have spent many, many days surfing, as well. This is a surf photo from one of my many trips to surf the North Shore of Kauai, but, funny story as to why this insn't a recent Cali photo-- it's hard to video yourself surfing in Cali when you fly solo 97% of the time in the waves, so this is the photo you get--and it's from close to shore, because cameras also don't like to get wet, and Santa hasn't brought me the GoPro of my dreams. I have also joined the South Bay Surf Club here in Torrance, CA, but those weirdos like to surf dawn patrol at the crack of dawn, and this kid works nights, so our times don't jive most of the time. Solo surfer girl most of the time, but I have met some pretty awesome surfers here, and they have always treated me well. I've had encounters with dolphins, whales, flying fish, and a baby (5ft) great white shark. Thankful for that, and not getting bit or eaten :)

I have been able to travel home more frequently to Colorado from L.A., which has been GREAT. It's ridiculous. I fly exclusively with Southwest Airlines as my airline of choice. They are the BEST AIRLINE, EVER. I loved Alaska Airlines, but Southwest ROCKS. Not only do bags fly free, but I get my return tickets from Denver to LAX for $44. What?!!? I can barely put gas in my car for that price! I am their biggest fan. They really have made my family situation a whole lot easier. I don't have to work as many overtime hours to make my life work because of their low fares, and I feel like they truly CARE about their passengers. Always happy, nice, friendly people to help me out along the way. It warms my heart--because a big piece of my heart is in Colorado and I need them to get there every few weeks to be with my kids!!! And my girls have been able to fly solo on Southwest as "Young Travelers" since they were the age of 12. I don't have to pay the crazy babysitting rate to have someone watch my kids that the other airlines charge ($100 per kid and each way). My kids can watch themselves on an airplane, and are VERY well solo-traveled by now--they know how to navigate LAX better than I do.

Still loving the hospital I work at. Every unit has its issues, but I've learned to just step back and let that be the case. It's the nature of the beast. The thinG I have enjoyed the most about where I currently work is my nurse coworkers. We all have fun, enjoy being around each other, and we're a great team. We always have each other's backs, and there is none of the catty crap I had to deal with in Alaska. It makes all the difference in the world, and I'm am very thankful for all my L&D girls!!! However, the one thing I will say is that the docs are super hit or miss here. You need some THICK SKIN to work in this part of Cali. Which makes it all the more necessary that I have a good team of girls to work with as nurses. We have to combat a lot of doctor crap, but we can spin it, make fun of it and it keeps our spirits up :)

I'm not Catholic, but my hospital does a great job of decorating at Christmas, and keeping true to the Christmas message of Christ's birth. I am always thankful to work for a hospital that is faith-based. FAITH--not RELIGION. I have some strong lines I draw between faith and religion, but this is a stellar bunch, and I always enjoy the prayer over the speakers on each shift to ground me, lift me up,  and remind me of my purpose. It is enlightening, and welcomed.

So, funny Cali story. I've been asked multiple times since I've been here if people can have my autograph, and if I'm an actress. No. But I'm a labor and delivery nurse, and a mom of 4 amazing kids. Does that count? Makes me laugh every time. Sorry, LAX paparazzi. You guys kill me. I would rather die with unpedicured toes than be the Kardashians. Or maybe L.A. will "discover" me, and give me a late night show. I'd actually dig that. More my style.

 My twins will be out here on December 22nd for Christmas!!!! I'm SO looking forward to our time together. I love my girls so much. Looking forward to Christmas cookie baking, gingerbread house making, all the Christmas movies they make me watch (over and over and over again), and watching out traditional movie each year, "It's a Wonderful Life", beach hikes/runs, surfing, and DISNEYLAND!!!! Oh...and PRESENTS! I'm such a Christmas kid, and, if nothing else, I'm glad I've been able to share Christmas with these babes in both Cali and Alaska because of my work situation. Not the ideal situation, but the way your family works is what makes you a family. Love is glue. This works for us. :) And we get some awesome memories and adventures to boot. ;)

Did I forget to mention that I met Santa in L.A.? It just happened to be running past him one night. He was sitting on a cliff, in a lawn chair, enjoying the sunset in Palos Verdes, CA. I walked up to him. Asked him for a pic. I told him that I went to college at the University of Alaska Fairbanks, just outside North Pole, Alaska. He got a kick out of it. He is a TV personality here in L.A., but lives part time in Oregon. He has written multiple children's Christmas books. He does a lot in our L.A. community to keep the spirit of Santa alive. He also drives a red Mini with the license plate "N-Pole". He's good people. He even gave me his card.

Single? Dating?

Wouldn't you like to know. Here is what I can divulge about the current situation:

Blue Eyes
Dark Hair
Mostly athletic
Gainfully employed with a Master's Degree
Long distance relationship
Does not drink alcohol (which is OK--I probably drink enough for both of us most of the time)
Age? 30s
Does he surf?--Yes. Praise the Lord.
Favorite attribute: He enjoys my CrAZy and offers sweet advice when I exceed my parameters.
Weakness?--flossing teeth regularly. I floss my teeth twice daily and expect the same from those I date--I'm the dental hygiene Nazi.

That's all. Oh, and these Emoji pics that preserve our identity.

As I conclude this blog, I wish you all a very happy holiday season. This has been a very trying year for me at times. It has brought me to my knees in tears with heartbreak at times, but I'm eternally grateful for the grace of God. For growth. For change. For having faith that God isn't going to leave me where I'm at right now, and that my future and potential is bright beyond what I can fathom. Aim high in 2017. Don't get stuck feeling down, depressed, weird, or unloved. Engage in this life. Seek out a purpose. Be strong. Forgive. LOVE. Love love love!!!! You are all amazing, and when we truly realize that we are not here by accident, then we can start living with a purpose and stream our focus. I'm thankful for the celebration of this Christmas season. Thank you, Jesus. You are, and will always be my RoCkStAr.


Saturday, November 19, 2016

DOLPHINS!!!! How these sweet creatures have touched my heart :)

So, when I first moved to Torrance, California, I was out on my surfboard at sunset, and about 10 ft in front of my board, a fin popped up. And then another fin popped up. And another. There was a beautiful pod of dolphins in front of me. Then, all of the sudden, a juvenile whale blew water out of his blowhole (he was swimming with his dolphin friends). I was just lying on my board, just watching all of this magic unfold in front of me. I wanted them to come closer. All I could think was that they showed up as a sign that I was where I was supposed to be at this time in my life. It was so beautiful, and felt so right. I had a calming peace that overwhelmed me.

Ever since, I've adopted the dolphins as a "sign". I've gone through some tough times in the past 6 months. When I'm at the beach, I've said, "God, if ___________ is supposed to happen, or be your direction for my life, let me see the dolphins." Some days I would ask questions, and see them. Some days I would ask questions, and no dolphins were in sight. 

I asked a very specific, and important question one night at the beach; a very important question that could, and would change the direction of my life. And the dolphins never showed up. However, the question I asked was regarding a special person in my life, and the direction I should go with him. I was confused at that time. I had different directions I could go, and they were intriguing. But I had to know for sure what God had planned for my life.

About a week later, I was walking a path in San Diego with this wonderful man. We were holding hands. The ocean was just off to the side of the path. This man turned to me, hugged me, and gave me a long, beautiful kiss--that was then interrupted by the sound of dolphins blowing water out of their blowholes. Of course, this man had no idea that the dolphins were the symbol of the answer to my deepest questions, but we stopped kissing, and turned towards the water to see where they were. They were SO close to us!!!

This is the video that I took while walking on the beach about a week and a half ago with that same man. And the dolphins showed up, and put on quite a show for us. It was like watching a dance that had choreographed just for us. And there is no one in the world I would've rather shared the moment with :)

Good Advice...

I took this photo at Torrance Beach, and added the words. I saw this quote during a very difficult time in my life, and it couldn't have been at a better time, or had a greater impact. These words are SO true, and have spoken VERY clearly to me. There has been such a major change in my heart, my actions, my words, and my life over the past 6 months. Not a bad thing. I'm still the same me, only better, and I'm very, VERY, thankful for that. :)

Snapchat Snap Of The Week (on my blog) ;)


My oldest daughter and I were sending Snaps back and forth on Snapchat during my workout session. She sent me one that was so funny that I laughed so hard I cried. She was talking about how she needs to exorcise her demons to make room for turkey, but it was in a baby fox voice, and she said something along the lines of, "Like, hey, YO, get out! Make room for some turkey in here!" This was my Snap reply. It sounds hilarious with the voice changer that accompanies the fox filter. LOL!!!

Monday, September 5, 2016

The Twins Are Fourteen!!!!


Where does time go?

I remember taking a trip to Durango, Colorado, when my twins were 4 years old. This was the summer before my girls started kindergarten. My godmother (God rest her sweet soul), told me that "You'd better enjoy it--because once they start school, TIME WILL FLY." 

The girls have a September birthday (stating the obvious), but they have always been the youngest in their class at school. They just started highschool a few weeks ago, and were in the minority of thirteen year-olds that are in the freshman class.  OH!!! And my Fairy Godmother was right...time DOES have wings.

These two sweet babes came into my life 14 years ago and completely blessed my life. I always wanted twins. I have no twins in my family. However, I did pray very hard for twins prior to conception, and badda-bing...I had my prayer answered. They are fraternal twin girls, and I said multiple times when they were babies that I was so glad they didn't look alike because I was too ridiculous to have identical twins.

My trip to Colorado has been amazing (as per usual). This place will always feel like home, no matter what. However, over the past few years, I have realized that home is literally where you make it. I took this photo the other morning when I had gotten up at 6:00 a.m. to get the girls to their schools (they attend different highschools--one of them is in the International Baccalaureate program at a local school). The Denver skyline is in the photo. I miss looking at this from my old suburbia on a regular basis.

We have spent the past year staying with my daughter in Colorado when I am down here. I have been a "rent partner" and the girls and I have had our own space with her during our many trips. This is coming to an end soon, and we will go back to staying in hotels, but it has been fun nonetheless. This is a picture of Paige and her furbaby, Daisy. Daisy is such a sweetie, and makes us all feel very loved on our frequent visits. Paige calls her my "granddog". I can't wrap my head around grandkids yet, so I'll take it! Even though I'm not a dog person, the dogs haven't gotten the memo, and continue to love me. Crazy fuzzy beasts.

Daisy is sweet. However, she doesn't enjoy my militant approach to healthy eating. I try to involve everyone in it, but she basically told me that she preferred processed dog food as opposed to my baby carrots, snap peas, and tomatoes. At least she humored me by chewing them a little.

I didn't really know what to do for the twins' birthday this year. It gets harder to buy them gifts they get excited about as they get older (because they already have smartphones, and that is their life). I got into town on September 1st, and decided to surprise them with one birthday gift, every day, leading up to September 5th. The second day, they got new kicks. It was a fun way to celebrate.

The first two days in Colorado were spent at my daughter, Chloe's, softball tournament. She is the starting varsity pitcher for the Green Mountain Rams. Quite a feat at the age of 13, and considering she is playing with seniors who are 18. She pitched every game, and did great. I don't know how she functions so well under the pressure, but I am SO proud of her. Guess those private pitching lessons are paying off!!!

Chloe humored me and went for a 7 mile hike at Red Rocks with me. Red Rocks is my favorite hike. I did it almost every single day I lived in Colorado. Emma did not want to hike, but this gave the two of us some much needed mother/daughter time one-on-one. We had SO much fun, and it was beautiful!!!!

When we got back to the car after our hike, we had this adorable friend waiting for us!!!!

Woke up today and made cupcakes for the girls. Em loves red velvet. Chloe loves vanilla cake. We have a metric boatload of fat and sugar at the moment. Abnormal for us, and only once a year.

We had tons of fun while I was here. There were multiple Snapchat filters that were utilized.

We embraced our inner deer.

We were flower princess chicks.

The rest of the time was spent shopping for birthday stuff, and homecoming dresses. We found one for Chloe. Em is picky, and we do not have a solution yet.

Super awesome trip, and birthday for these girls. Can't wait for my next trip! Back to L.A. tomorrow night. :(

:) CHEERS!!! :)

Thursday, August 18, 2016

"Wine Mom" On Best And Worse Parts Of Pregnancy--And My Thoughts On Her Video

My daughter actually tagged me in a post on Facebook today that had this video. First of all--let me warn you--there is some colorful language in here. If you have virgin ears, you might want to look elsewhere for your entertainment today. However, as someone who works in labor and delivery, I couldn't pass up the chance to write a blog on this.

Here are the directions for this blog:




Did you watch it?

Yes?----> You may pass go, collect $200, and read the rest of this blog.

No?-->You are a pain butt, and it's clear that I can't control your behavior, so read on and only be slightly entertained. See if I care...

Sometimes people amp up the "gentle" and "caring" during a time when a woman is "in a delicate condition" during pregnancy. However, I work in labor and delivery with these "delicate women", and with the right amount of pain in labor, they are frickin' honey badgers who will MESS. YOU. THE. HELL. UP.

These are the same "delicate women" who have grabbed me around my neck to strangle me during contractions, squeezed my hand so tight and hard during labor that I thought they broke it, called me names that I don't even think I can Google, have bitten me, punched me, kicked me, slapped me, and whom I've had to restrain so they don't knock out the doctor who is in between their legs trying to deliver their baby while they are physically/verbally accosting him/her and sound, quite literally, like they need an exorcism.

It's not that I don't understand pregnancy, labor, and delivery--I've had four children of my own, including a set of twins, so I know how good a 9 cm dilated cervix with no epidural feels like while (in my case) two humans tried to fight their way out of my southern exit at nearly the same time. It's like that scene in Braveheart where they disemboweled him in front of the huge crowd while he was strung up by ropes. That is labor and delivery. Everyone in the room is cheering, you want to kill all of them, your baby is trying to kill you, and you feel like you're exploding into 450,000,000 gooey, gross, bloody, disgusting pieces. One more thing to thank God for when we all get to heaven. 


We all have pregnancy stories. We all like to freak other pregnant women out with our pregnancy stories. I don't know why everyone only likes to tell you the bad stuff. I hear this time and time again from my patients who have actually had relatively normal deliveries. It's like a right of passage. Even those "normal delivery" women have to eventually make up something horrible so they can tell their poor, unsuspecting, first-time pregnant friends all about it, and keep them in mental torment for 9 months. 

FIRST TIME PREGOS TAKE NOTE: DO NOT invite women to your baby shower who already have had kids. They are brutal bitches who only want to hurt you emotionally with their poorly recollected, and often times fabricated stories. Like this video says--you aren't going to remember how horrible it is, which is why we end up with multiple babies, and why I am gainfully employed as a labor and delivery nurse!!! I swore each child I had dropped my IQ by 10 points. It's called "Postpartum Retardation"--it's a real thing!!! Besides, those women already have kids, so  they probably don't have the mental focus, or the funds to get you the posh baby shower gifts you really deserve. Just sayin'. Time to find some new friends who have never had an occupied uterus!!!

Now that we have hit a couple of things, this is where I like to interject my critique of this (brilliant and very accurate) video.

First of all, her name is Wine Mom. Right out of the gate, I like her. This is the first video I've ever seen from the Wine Mom, but my mom was also a wine mom, I'm a wine mom, my 25-year old daughter drinks wine, and because of it, she will eventually become a wine mom, and I have two future wine moms (my twin girls) who graduate highschool in 2020, and who better not become wine people, or wine moms until I tell them it's OK.

(The Best And Worst Parts Of Pregnancy)


LIES! LIES! LIES!!! Actually, for me, I was glowing a little with my last pregnancy, because I was living on the east coast during what would be the hottest summer in history. I would wake up daily to temperatures of 105-112F, with 100% humidity. It was horrible. I would've had to have had no sweat glands to avoid a glow.

I hated being pregnant. I am a horrible pregnant lady. The day I actually got sterilized was one of the happiest days of my life.

First of all, I'm a pregnancy puker. I puke. and I puke. And I just keep puking when I'm pregnant. Doesn't matter what trimester it is. As a matter of fact, when I was pregnant with the twins, I slept in the bathroom on the floor. I brought my pillow in for the night and everything. My husband and I were watching the Winter Olympics during this time, and I'd have to run and puke in between each figure skating performance, or skier. My (now ex) husband got so frustrated with not being able to do anything about my puking, that he actually yelled at me while I had my face in the toilet, and said, "What the hell is wrong with you?!?!?"

Don't make me repeat my response to him. Apparently, the inner honey badger can come out during pregnancy, too.

The point is, I only glowed from sweat, or barfing. It sucked. I hated it. NO MORE BABIES...EVER!!!


This IS a real thing. I've actually only had ONE of these weird cravings, but it WAS weird. We'll get to that in a moment. 

I have to ask admission questions to all of my inpatients when they are on labor and delivery. One of the admission questions is, "Do you have a normal diet, and have you been craving any non-food substances while pregnant?"

A lot of times, people DO ask me if that is a real thing--IT IS. Some examples I throw out when they need further information is, "Do you feel like eating laundry detergent, clay, chalk, lightbulbs, sniffing glue, nail polish, or the smell of gasoline?

DING DING DING---the last one--my winner!!!!

OMG--during my pregnancy I CRAVED THE SMELL OF GASOLINE!!!!! It was so bad that I actually looked forward to running low on gas and got excited about days I got to fill up my car. I also had to ban myself from being anywhere near the car while it was filling up. If I could've stuck my nose in the gas tank hole, I WOULD HAVE.

I think my kids came out OK. Maybe. Depends on the day. However, one of my twins always says to me, "Mom, I really LOVE the smell of gasoline." Yep. The little acorn doesn't fall far from the caustic, deadly tree on that one...


I'm not going to spend much time on this subject, because we all know that our chests balloon into the size of every man's dream during pregnancy and lactation. Although the sheer size can be sexy, there were times I never felt more unattractive with my Dolly Parton jugs--especially with the twins. 
Maybe it had something to do with me sitting on the couch with a giant Boppy pillow on steroids (nursing pillow specifically made for twins so you could feed them simultaneously), two babes facing head-to-head on my chest, and being so busy feeding them that my husband had to feed me a Philly cheesesteak sandwich while I held onto them for dear life. It was a group effort, for sure, but Baywatch sexy???--not so much for this kid. I'm happy with my normal size chest these days--even living in L.A. Keep your water balloons, ladies.


I see this happen all the time to people, and it is actually illegal, and punishable by law in some states right now. Why people feel like they need to touch another woman's pregnant belly (unless it's offered) is beyond me. I don't remember if that happened in my first two pregnancies--those are a complete blur. However, there was some of that going on when I was pregnant with the twins--mostly with people at church, so at least they were religious weirdos who semi-knew me peripherally on Sundays. 

I did, however, have some people say some rude things to me during pregnancy with the twins. I only gained 35 lbs with that pregnancy. I was carrying fraternal twins, so I had two babies, two bags of water, and two placentas in me. The twins were 7 lbs and 7lbs 2oz at birth, and I basically lost about 34.5lbs on the delivery table (we were in the OR--just in case they needed to do a C-section...which they did not, but we always deliver multiples in the OR).

Towards the end of the pregnancy, you could not tell I was pregnant from looking at my back. However, when I turned sideways, I looked like one half of the Goodyear Blimp had relocated to my midrif. I look like I swallowed a Zeppelin.

Because of this, it was impossible to find clothing that would cover my belly properly. When I was home, I wore my husband's sports shorts (rolled down and under my waist), and a sports bra--and that is it. I had ONE shirt that I could wear out into public by the end, and even that one was held so far off my belly that I always had a nice draft blowing up my shirt at all times. The shirt was workin' hard--it was more like a parachute. During that time, I had a lady come up to me in the Laura Ashley store in Greenville, Delaware, and say, "Please tell me that there is more than one baby in there."

Really? What if there hadn't been?!? So rude. I should've walked up to her after and been like, "You should lay off the creme puffs, and the hamburgers, lady. Lookin' a little pudgy, my friend."


It is very true that some of your most vivid dreams happen when you are pregnant. Unlike the Wine Mom, I didn't have any weird dreams about having sex with Judge Judy, or any other women for that matter, but I did have a very scary-ass dream about being a  killer whale trainer at Sea World. I was in the tank, and Shamu took off from one end of the tank, picked me up with his face, swam me back across the tank, and launched me a million feet in the air off his nose. It was at this time that I woke up screaming in terror.

I felt everything. I felt the water, the wetsuit, and I felt that frickin' giant orca launch me into oblivion. Pregnancy dreams are crazy.


I don't want to spend too much time on this topic, either. I'm pretty private about the subject of sex to begin with, but it's become clear to me, after years of working in labor and delivery, that a lot of people are not very particular about sex to begin with. Believe me, I've seen some weird stuff, ANYONE CAN MAKE A BABY, and have walked out of a few delivery rooms wondering how this blessed child was even created. Then I am weirdly forced to think about it (by sheer circumstance in front of me) and I want to puke, die, rip my brain and eyeballs out, stomp on both, put them in a meat grinder, gag, hack, splutter, and then I have to regroup before I can successfully finish helping them bring their precious child into the world.

The only thing I want to add to this portion is that, if the Wine Mom thought pregnancy sex was like having sex with one watermelon strapped between her and her husband. Try strapping two watermelons between the two of you, and let me know how that works for you. Enough said. I can't go beyond that with triplets, Kate Plus 8, or Octomom. That's just where you just have to close the door on your man until after your 6-week check up...end of story.


It is crazy to me that women simply can't remember pregnancy, labor, and delivery well enough to NEVER DO IT AGAIN. I would say that about 90% of my patients tell me during labor that they are never going to have another child. Yet they become repeat offenders on labor and delivery like everyone else. Not to mention the drop in IQ after each baby. It's a real thing. It doesn't go away. So grab wine, and enjoy the crazy ride!!!

:) CHEERS :)

Monday, August 15, 2016

Welcome To The Ho-Lympic Zone, Rio!!!

I read a funny (and alarming) news article the other night when I was on break at work. It was about how the use of apps like Tinder (the "hookup" app--i.e. the "you don't have to even buy me dinner; we can just get naked and go for it after we give each other a once-over" app). The statistic said that they had to increase the amount of condoms available in the Olympic Village in Rio because they had an issue with supply and demand in London--demand far exceeded supply. No telling how many babies and STDs came out of the London games, but they weren't going for a repeat in Rio.

The article went on to say that the amount of used condoms found all throughout the Olympic Village is staggering. They were found on rooftops, alleys, beaches, etc. (Can I get an "Ewwww" and a "Watch your step"?)

Then it went on to say that 450,000 would be available in the Olympic Village in Rio. That's A-LOT-O-LATEX. They crunched the numbers, and said that averaged out to 49 condoms per Olympian.

Apparently the equestrian people aren't the only ones who are going to be walking through the Olympic Village like they just got off a horse. Not only that, but I'm still trying not to picture how weird it must be to meet someone and say, "My roommates in bed right now, so let's head to the roof."

Athletes aren't the only ones breaking Olympic records in Rio, and Wednesdays are no longer the only hump days every 2-4 years for 2 weeks.


Monday, August 8, 2016

It's Been Exactly One Year Since I Moved To Cali--An Update...

This is grab a pot or two of coffee. ;)

It has been exactly one year to date that I stepped off a plane in Long Beach, California, and headed up to my new home in Torrance, CA. It has been a year full of great things. It has been a year full of not-so-great things. In other words--It's been a year in life. But what fun would my blog be if I stopped there?

My year in California got off to a great start, and by "great start", I mean completely terrifying.

The very first night I was here, I went for a run down at the beach. At that time I had no idea about neighborhoods, where to park, what was safe, what was not safe. As far as I was concerned, I had done my homework, and my homework said I was moving to one of the safest cities in L.A. County.

I parked my rental car in the underground parking garage at the Redondo Beach Pier. My own car was en route, and being shipped from Wasilla, Alaska, so my company had me in a rental car until it arrived.  I paid for parking, and went up the stairs that led to the beach path that I was going to run on. Off I went...

It was a great run. I got back to the pier, and the sun was setting. I decided to take a walk out on the pier, and take it all in. As I was walking back toward the steps to where my car was parked, I turned around to take one last picture of the sunset. A guy was standing over to the side of the walkway, and asked me about my picture. I told him that I was new to the area, and that I hadn't seen the sunset from the pier. And he started to approach me, smiling.

By this time you probably all have the theme song to your favorite slasher movie running through your heads. Keep it gets better, and your musical selection will only add to the excitement of all of this.

So Mr. CuriousAboutMyPhoto approaches me, introduces himself, and holds out his hand for me to shake. I'm new to town. Where I come from, people shake hands and introduce themselves, so I did, and gave him my first name. He didn't look super scary, but he did have a blue diamond tattoo over his left eye. He was also holding a fishing pole, and his bicycle with the other hand.

The conversation went quickly downhill. He asked me if I was interested in smoking weed. I told him I wasn't into that. Then he suggested we get a drink. He told me that he was 32 years old, and had been "looking for the one" for his whole life, and that I might be that girl. Then he started saying how amazing it would be to get me in a Jacuzzi, and "take care of me".

Hmmmm...does that kind of shit fly here in L.A.? Because where I come from we call that, er, super creepy. 

I was quickly realizing that I was not in Kansas (or Alaska, or Colorado) anymore. Homeboy continued to whisper sweet (crazy-ass) nothings into my ear. Only this time, he had decided he was going to put his arm around me, and rest it on my shoulder. He still had his bike and his fishing pole in his other hand.

I started to walk at a faster pace. I tried to push his arm off of me, but the more I tried to push it away, the tighter he grabbed me--and now he was up to my neck. I was still trying to loosen his grip as I was rapidly trying to get to my car (like a Toyota Corolla was going to save me--oh the flawed logic you have when someone is trying to sexually assault you). He continued to whisper in my ear about all the things he wanted to do to my body, while essentially having a death grip choke hold on me. He was like a horny boa constrictor.

There were a couple of people in the parking garage a few rows over, so I yelled "STOP IT!!!" and for help, but nobody even batted an eye. I could see my car a short distance away. I was trying to calculate how I was going to get out of this. I was just fortunate that he had his bike and fishing pole in his other hand, or I'm not sure I would have.

As we got closer to my car, his grip around my neck was tighter than ever. I decided that I was going to put all my strength into somehow ripping his arm off from around me, while simultaneously unlocking my car with my key fob, and I was going to make a mad dash to get in.

Somehow, by the grace of God, I was able to force his arm back over my head, shove him away (and he went off balance, and the bike took him the rest of the way) and I jumped in my car, slammed the door, and quickly locked the doors (how I knew where the stupid button was in a rental car, I have no idea, especially in full-on panic mode). He then ran up to the car, started banging on my windows, and was trying to open the door to my driver's seat.

I threw my keys in the ignition, threw the car in reverse, and hit the gas. Then I flipped it into drive, and while I was doing this, he got on his bike, started pedaling, and rammed it into the side of my car. My foot hit the gas pedal again, and I headed for home.

I couldn't process what had just happened to me. My heart was still going a mile a minute, my knuckles were white as they gripped the steering wheel, and my focus was entirely on getting back to my home. I reached home, and I needed an outlet--so I went to Facebook.

I posted what had just happened. The first thing friends said was, "Did you call the police?"

Oh, those guys...I forgot they existed.

Did you push the red panic button on your key fob?

Oh, that thing--that's what that is for...

People gave me all sorts of very sound advice that would've been helpful if my brain hadn't completely shut down after all that had just happened.

The good news? I got a lot smarter after that little episode. OH! And I didn't get raped!!! YAY ME!!! The bad news, he never got caught because I didn't report it to the police in time.

Being a single woman in no joke.


I took off from the Long Beach Airport, and headed up to Torrance, CA. I had never seen the hospital that I was transferring to, except in pictures. As a matter of fact, I had never heard of Torrance, California.

I had been living in Wasilla, Alaska for the past two years. In 2013, I moved to Wasilla to work in Anchorage, Alaska. That was the year that labor and delivery nursing became super unreliable, I was on call, nearly every week, and marijuana became legal in Colorado. After 6 months of watching my bank account hemorrhage, and watching the influx of people to CO who were interested in living life in "greener pastures", I was forced to make a huge decision about my family, and career.

When pot became legal  in CO it caused a mass migration of people to the state. Housing prices went through the roof. I had friends bidding on houses and having to go 30-100K over asking price to win bidding wars. All housing went through the roof.

I have 4 kiddos--two of which are out on their own, but I have my twin teenagers, and that requires space to live, and breathing room. When I left CO, I was in a beautiful 4-bedroom, 3 bath house. That same house now rents for $800 more per month than what I was paying. It went up $800 in one year; and nursing wages in Colorado did not increase to compensate. I was going to be forced to downsize my world to shoebox magnitude, and living with two teenage wolverines living on top of one another, and constantly at one another's jugulars did not sound appealing. I made the decision to start looking for work in other states.

I had nursing licenses in both Alaska, and California. I decided to place applications in both states--both of which have some of the highest nursing wages in the United States. Alaska called me immediately, and with an amazing relocation offer, and sign-on bonus, so north I went (and I signed a two-year agreement that I would stay for a minimum of 2 years because of the relocation and bonus).

My ex-husband was very understanding, and so were the kids. We were not going to uproot the kids just because my work was less than ideal. They would stay with him in Lakewood, CO, and I would start traveling home as often as possible, and the twins would come my way as often as possible.

The Alaskan struggle was real. I spent that first year in a lot of tears. I missed my home. The twins were up in Alaska for holidays, and spent the summer in Alaska with me. That part of things was fun, and was a great experience for them. Most people only dream of seeing Alaska in a lifetime. My kids had the chance to live it.

The second year in Alaska went a little better for me. I made some great friends at work, and out hiking, etc. I made some great memories in Alaska during the second year I was there. However, work had kind of gone south. Management on my unit had changed, and new practices and people had been implemented, and placed in positions that made work a pretty miserable place to be. There was a lot of power tripping from the charge staff, and higher ups, and I no longer wanted any part of it. It was sad to see, because it literally divided a unit that used to be fun to work for--but it was no longer. A lot of my coworkers were unhappy. I was unhappy. By the time I got out, I felt like I was one of the lucky ones who got a life raft and escaped from a sinking ship.

I was also traveling a lot to see my family--as often as every three weeks. The flights out of Alaska are always overnight down to Denver. I was at the point where I was literally either working, or flying to Denver. It was hard on me. It was worth it, but difficult.

One night I was out on the OB Triage unit in Alaska. There were no patients. I was trying to figure out what direction to take next. My two year contract was getting close to ending, so I got on the intranet at work, called up all of the hospitals within my hospital system, and chose Torrance, CA.

Torrance, CA, is located in L.A. County. However, it is the southernmost point of L.A. County--called South Bay. It is close to the beach, and in some cases, right on the beach. The average annual temperature is 72F. This is the area that is known for smog-free, clean beaches, and is one of the safest areas in the L.A. area (minus my friend in the parking garage). Torrance is a predominantly Asian, and very affluent community. There are a lot of Japanese, Korean, and Chinese in the area.

I started work at my new hospital, and it was good. It was different, but good. Every labor and delivery unit operates differently, so you have to be able to adjust. There were some really good things about the hospital, and some things it took some time to get used to.

I have now been at my job here in Torrance for one year. It has been good. Work is not as reliable as it was in Alaska, but I have to say, I LOVE MY COWORKERS!!!!! I work on one of the most cohesive units I have ever worked on. We all have such different backgrounds, but we all get along, there is no power tripping, and everyone has one another's backs. IT. IS. AWESOME.

Christmas on Labor and Delivery, Torrance, CA

The one thing I'm not such a huge fan of in Cali is my doctor friends. They are super hit-or-miss. I either love them or I hate them, and that can change on any given day. You have to take the good with the bad, though, and I'll take amazing coworkers over well-behaved doctors any day of the week. I want to be able to enjoy working around the people I spend the most time with, and I have found those people here in Cali.

New Year's on Labor and Delivery, Torrance, CA

One of the only nurses NOT pregnant on Labor and Delivery, Torrance, CA--YAY ME!!!


I had flown down from Alaska to California last July to find housing. Originally, I was going to rent "sight unseen", and roll the dice. My friend in Alaska, who was from San Diego, highly discouraged this. She said, "You can be in a nice neighborhood, and go two blocks, and hear gunshots." Awesome. That sounds fabulous. Sounds a lot like Alaska, only people were out shooting fuzzy beasts, or inanimate objects with riffles.

Off to Cali I went. I made a quick 3-day trip to South Bay, L.A. I stayed at the beautiful Portofino Inn and Suites that is right on the water in Redondo Beach.

I arrived a little early--before I could check in. The girl at the front desk was SO nice! I told her that I was in town to look for housing, and that I would be moving here, and working at the local hospital. She asked what unit I worked on. I told her labor and delivery. She told me that she had just had a baby at my soon-to-be hospital, that it was the most amazing experience, the staff was wonderful, and then she upgraded my room to one of the best, and RIGHT ON THE WATER! She also gave me a discount to the local restaurant so I could go have a glass of wine, and appetizers while I waited to check in.I was so happy to hear that she had a good experience there, because these were my new people!!!

I finally checked in. I had the BEST room. The sliding door in the room opened onto the deck, and right off the deck was the waterway for the boats to the marina. I saw every size boat pass through, and off in the distance was a wooden platform that was COVERED in sea lions. Their barks were so loud, but it was so fun to hear them. As a matter of fact, the hotel decor is inspired by them.

I wish my housing search had been as successful. I had a list of places I wanted to see when I arrived, but housing supply and demand is crazy in South Bay. The moment something hits the market, it's gone. I made multiple phone calls, and received only a few in return. One in particular was the most welcome.

I had contacted the gal I am renting from while I was in Alaska. I told her I was flying down to look at housing, and only had a 3-day window in which to do so. She called me when I got to town. She was the ONLY person who called me when I got to town.

I knew I would be downsizing moving to CA. Everything is smaller in Cali, and more expensive. I had a budget I wanted to stick to. There were things I desired--a second room for the twins when they were out, a pool, and A REFRIGERATOR!!! I don't know what is up with rentals here, but NONE OF THEM HAD REFRIGERATORS!!! It was so weird. The last thing I wanted to buy, and haul around with me was a fridge.

I went to see the place in Torrance. It was 2 (good size) bedrooms, a pool, and a FRIDGE!!! It truly is the little things in life sometimes. It was better than anything I had looked at. Some places were so small that I don't even think I could've fit my couch in the living room.

This place is a gated community. It has gated parking. It's still smaller than anywhere I've lived since 1996. However, I have the pool right off my balcony, I'm 15 minutes from the beach, there are upgrades throughout (granite, etc.), and I didn't have to buy any appliances. AND...I'm only 4 miles from work! I spent two years in Wasilla, Alaska, commuting 1.5 hours to work each day. It is SO nice to get the extra sleep, and not spend much time in my car!

Speaking of cars--mine finally arrived from Alaska!!! The surf mobile had made it to Cali!


The twins flew out to California for their thirteenth birthday last September. We spent some time at the beach. They got a new surfboard. Then they found out how different it is to surf Cali.

We had only ever surfed Hanalei Bay in Kauai. Granted, we go on family surf trips nearly annually, but the waves in Hanalei Bay are very different. The beach here often times has an impact zone that is harder to get past, and the waves can literally be one right on top of the other--so it's easy to get pounded. Regardless, they started to adapt, and it was a ton of fun.

I started flying back to CO every couple of weeks to be with them. I was back for Thanksgiving, too. We had a great time with family during that time. We also found out that ex-hubs and his beautiful wife were expecting a new baby in May.

Thanksgiving 2015, Lakewood, CO

Then came Christmas. I flew home in December for Chloe's figure skating performance. She brought down the house. I was so proud of her. That was also my fist time bedazzling a figure skating outfit. I was pretty proud of myself. Click the link below to see a clip from her show.

Link to part of Chloe's figure skating Christmas program below.

We spent some fun days in Colorado prior to Christmas, including decorating big sister Paige's house for the holidays. Paige crochets, and the Santa hat (on Emma) was the favorite this past holiday season.

The twins then flew out to Cali for the rest of Christmas break. I had to work Christmas, so they were able to spend that with their dad, and we had a late Christmas here in CA. Part of their Christmas present--season passes to Disneyland.

We spent some fun days at Disneyland over the Christmas holiday. It was so much fun to see the parks decorated for Christmas. Disneyland continues to be a favorite of ours. They were back out for spring break, and also this summer, and we were either surfing, or at Disneyland during those days. Every once in a while we break it up with a day at the pool.

Chloe (LoLo) at the beach in Cali.

Twin mermaids and the water.


A random 80+ degree day in January/February post-op. SPF 50 on those incisions. I was forced to watch the surfers because of my incisions.

January came, and with it came me landing back in the hospital. I had a few episodes when I was in Colorado where I had some crushing abdominal pain. Some of you know I've had pretty extensive GI surgery. Well, the fun wasn't over yet, apparently.

I had 4 days off of work. I went running at the beach. After, I had gone out to one of my favorite restaurants, and I had a grilled chicken salad. I had also ordered a side of onion rings (I like to eat a couple--just to be a little naughty). While I was eating, I started hurting. Pain started in my right side, and radiated to my back. It was indescribable. Because of the GI surgery I've had, I had though it might be a paralytic ileus, or maybe an obstruction in my upper GI tract of some sort. Why I didn't think gallbladder, I have no idea. It was such the obvious winner.

I ended up going through two surgeries. I had stones that were so bad that they had gotten into my common bile duct, completely obstructed that, and gave me rebound pancreatitis. They had to do one surgery to clear the bile duct, and another for the cholecystectomy (gallbladder removal) Fun times.

Because I am a nurse, I don't go to the ER unless I am dying. I fought going to the hospital. I went 4 days without eating, and stayed on clear fluids in an effort to flush out my system. I had to go back to work, so I finally had to eat something--and it about killed me. I drove myself to the ER in tears, and was then in the hospital for the next 2.5 days. The GI doc told me that gallstones were one of the common risk factors of the original GI surgery that I had back in 2009. I was pissed, and asked him if there was anything else inside of me that I didn't really need that he could take out while he was at it--we might as well clean house, right?

I had two weeks off of work to recover (and I was compliant, and took time to heal). I was supposed to work Super Bowl weekend, but got out of it due to my organ removal. I had a good excuse. Even though I am a Philadelphia Eagles fan, it was fun to watch the Denver Broncos win the Super Bowl.


The twins came out to Cali during two different weeks for spring break, and only shared one common weekend with me. Chloe decided mid-year to finish junior high at Notre Dame Catholic School. I think she was tired of the drama, and needed a change of scenery. It was, however, the start of my twins not attending school together anymore. This is not necessarily a bad thing, but even next month, the twins will be attending different highschools.

Emma has made it into the International Baccalaureate Program at Lakewood Highschool, and Chloe will attend Green Mountain. Emma has known since she was about 7 years old that she wants to be an attorney, and she wants to attend Harvard Law School. She is very focused, to the point where she's had a bad day in gym class, and calls me in tears to ask if it ruined her chances of getting into Harvard. She's so cute.

My Emmer.

We are all hoping that she can realize her dream. Her grandfather, Garth Sr., was an internal medicine physician, and he attended Harvard, and Yale. It would be amazing if we could be a "legacy" of sorts with respect to that--GO EMMA!

Both girls continue to play softball. They are both pitchers for their competitive team, they both have varsity softball hopes at the age of 13. They are the youngest in their class because of their September birthday, but they are sports powerhouses. Both take private pitching lessons weekly, and they are incredible to watch. I've been on the receiving end of a misguided pitch to the shin (58mph;  and I can honestly say--it hurt like a MoFo).


May of 2016 came, and with it, a new sister for the twins. Margo Ilona Graham was born to my ex-husband, Garth, and his beautiful wife, Katha. My ex is half German, and his wife is from Germany. This is their little German babe. She is so sweet.

I coincidentally flew into Denver the day Katha went into labor. It worked out perfectly. Garth was able to spend all day with her during labor, and Margo was born that night. It has been a bit of an adjustment for the twins to have a baby sister, but like any good mother, I hope it's awesome birth control.

There are definitely some fun moments with this babe. Paige sent a text to Emma, requesting a picture of her with her baby sister. This was what she received. Gotta love Snapchat. LOL!

At times, some of the most precious moments are captured.

JUNE 2016

The end of May, and into the beginning of June brought something I could not foresee. Anyone who knows me know how much I love Hawaii. I dream about Hawaii. I want to live there one day. But something happened that was both beautiful and horrible during my trip to Hawaii. It quickly became the best and worst trip of my life.

I flew to Lihue, Kauai the end of May to be a bridesmaid for my best friend, Lindsey. Lindsey and I have been best friends for nearly 20 years. We were roommates at the University of Alaska Fairbanks, and became best friends in the process. I've hated every boyfriend Lindsey ever had--until she met Ed.

Ed quickly stole my best friend's heart. He is older than she is, and she calls him her "silver fox". We always joke around that Ed is necessary when we are together because we need adult supervision. But I truly can say that he is an amazing man--and he LOVES my best friend, and she loves him. They are one of those couples who are going to make it. I can't say that about too many people these days, but these two will be alright.

Lindsey was one of my bridesmaids in 2000 when I married Garth. I could not anticipate how I would feel going into all of this wedding hoopla. It blindsided me, and I had a panic attack of sorts, and a bit of a meltdown.

There has always been drama in my past with my parents. They reluctantly attended my wedding in 2000, and it was not an experience I ever care to relive. I've only been to a couple of weddings since that time, and each time it has been very traumatic for me. This wedding was no different. I panicked, and I actually said that I didn't know if I could ever get married again. This will come into play later.

 I survived, and with the help of my girl, Kelly, here, and my best friend, we all managed to hold it together, and get Lindsey married off in Poipu, Kauai. It was a beautiful backdrop for a beautiful wedding.

It was a very different trip to Kauai for me. Normally, I take my kids surfing there every year. This was the first time I was there, and staying on the north shore, AND THERE WERE NO WAVES. None. Nothing to surf. The bad news--this was depressing. The good news--it forced me to get out and explore the rest of the island. The other good news--I live in California now, and can surf whenever I want.

There were sweet sea turtles to see.

There were giant sea turtles to see.

There were deadly cliffs to be jumped off of, and swells waiting at the bottom to try to kill you again. I ended up getting caught in a swell here. I also ended up breaking my tailbone--which was super fun, especially on the 5.5 hour flight back to the Mainland.

But there was still beauty in the moment.

My tailbone was also not the only thing that came back broken from Kauai.


I had been reluctant to bring anything up about my ongoing on-again-off-again relationship with my boyfriend, Tristan. We were broken up around the beginning of the year, I got hospitalized with my surgeries, and he entered back into the picture at that time. I had told him I was tired of going in circles, and that I needed a commitment out of the deal--not only because I needed something I could rely on, but I am someone who needs to have that sense of security in a relationship. I remember going back and forth with banter with him. I remember all the promises he made that "things would be different this time"--that they would "finally move forward". We have a set of complicated circumstances, and for both of us to get what we need with our unique circumstances, there were going to have to be some compromises, and they were going to have to be big.

Tristan was my best friend in college. I never dated him. He always liked me, but he settled for being my best friend. This is a man who spent a lot of his time in college hanging out with me and my girlfriends at our crazy apartment. I didn't have a car up in Alaska, and he took time out to take me to the grocery store every week, and we always had friendly "dinner dates" where we would go out, just the two of us, and catch up on life.

 I spent most of my college days not dating men. I was focused on school. Tristan was a mechanical engineering major. Math wasn't my strongest subject, but he always helped me through it, and it WAS one of his strongest subjects. There were many nights spent crunching numbers with him around my dining room table at the University of Alaska Fairbanks.

We hung out together, went hiking together. We spent a lot of time together in college. I'm not sure why we never ended up dating back then. Not sure where my line of logic was with that. I think I was such a strong personality, and he was so quiet, and kind, and loving--I worried I would crush him, and damage him beyond all recognition.

In 1999 I started dating Garth. In 2000, I married him. Tristan was happy for me, but disappointed at the same time. But he was still there for me--and he even DJ'd at my wedding.

I saw my best friends (Lindsey and Rhonda) in Fairbanks, Alaska in 2006. Tristan was there for part of that. He had his life at that time. He finished his Masters Degree at UAF, had been working in Portland for a while, and then moved up to Alaska and took over the robotics program in the engineering department at UAF.

I went back home to Colorado, In May of 2008, my husband and I separated. By December 2008, the divorce was final. In January 2009, I decided that I wasn't going to close that door on Tristan anymore, and we started dating.

I don't think I could've anticipated this relationship. If I could have, I'm not sure I would've gone forward with it. In the end, friends should maybe just stay friends, because if they don't, sometimes the friendship dies and burns up with the relationship.

I know people are probably tired of the Tristan and Whitney saga, but I can guarantee you one thing--you are not nearly as tired as I am, Not to mention broken. As painful as it has perhaps been to watch, it has been exponentially more painful to go through.  It may be a self-inflicted wound that you all shake your heads at, but it was a journey.

It is because of our unique friendship and history that things have not been easy to let go of. I can't tell you how many times people have said "get over it" or "move on" or "there are billions of men out there--find one less complicated!"

Although all of those things are sound advice, when you're in the middle of it, it's not that easy.

Tristan was also good friends with my best friend, Lindsey (by default, because where there was a Whitney in college, there was a Lindsey, and vice versa). I had agreed to give our relationship another chance after my surgery in January. I was still exhausted, and only partially optimistic this time--the man had 7 years to commit to me, and never could. Why would something miraculously change now?

We went to Hawaii to get Lindsey married off. From the start, it was a trip we had looked forward to. It would be our first time to Hawaii since 2010 that we had a trip that was just the two of us. The years that preceded that were all surf trips with the kids. We arrived in Lihue on May 26th, 2016, and we headed up to the condo on the North Shore in Princeville.

The trip was strange. Something was off. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I had a sixth sense that something was going on. We were both fairly distant the whole time. We were able to get through the wedding. He saw my struggle with my post-traumatic wedding disorder that I suffer from, and he became even more distant.

The trip was not fun--except for the part with Lindsey. As a matter of fact, I didn't know I could enjoy a trip to Hawaii less. But it happened.

I still couldn't put my finger on what was going on, but something was definitely up. We arrived back home (me in Cali and him in Alaska). A few phone calls and text messages later, it was all over. He told me he was ready to move on.

He then contacted me a couple of months later via email. He told me he had started seeing someone when he got home to Palmer, Alaska, and pretty much right after his return home. What I came to find out was that we weren't the only two people on that trip to Hawaii--we had a text messaging guest who was quite disappointed that he was in Hawaii with his girlfriend.

I've had some conversations with Tristan since then--and they have been some of the hardest conversations I've had in my life. There have been a lot of tears. There's feelings there that I won't ever be able to erase. I spent the vast majority of the 7.5 years in a long distance relationship with this man which included many trips between multiple states, and never had such a sinking feeling come in and taint my relationship as I did with his new girlfriend.

Tristan told me that he figured if we hadn't figured out a way to move forward by the time we got home from Hawaii that he was determined to move on. There was never a time that he even brought up the subject in Hawaii, and I'm sure my wedding meltdown and insecurities did not help, but the truth was, he already had one flip flop out the door, and pointed back to what would soon become his new future of uber domesticated bliss in Palmer, Alaska--and I would be in California, and there would be nothing to do but listen to him tell me the details of how it all materialized.

I had time to process things, look back on conversations, and try to take into consideration the "spin" he put on things in order to justify the suspicious timeline of events, and to justify things. However, if it looks like a duck, and walks like a duck, it must be a fucking duck. I can't wrap my head around putting unilateral, undefined parameters on a 7.5 year relationship without telling the other person your intentions (the..."Oh, BTW, if you don't figure all of this out in Hawaii by yourself, we're done"). Not once did he mention that Hawaii was the trip that would declare the outcome of our relationship--but then again, he was already a little distracted.

I wish there hadn't been 7.5 years lost in the process. I wish that I still had a best friend, and not ill feelings toward someone that I used to have multiple feelings for. I wish I didn't feel the way I do about someone I thought was sweet, and kind, and loving. This was not the fairytale ending I wanted.


I liken my blog to how Taylor Swift writes songs. She dates men, and then the men of her successful/failed relationships end up the subject of her new music. If you don't want to end up on my blog, don't date me. Or if you do date me, make sure you do it properly so you don't end up in a predicament on my blog. Just sayin'.


I took on a project in the recent months. I started an independent cleanup project inspired by the World Surf League, Columbia University, and Lamont Earth. The cause? Clean up our world so we can keep our oceans clean. As a surfer, mermaid, and ocean lover, I have so much respect for our oceans, and the beauty therein. It is such a high to be able to get into the waves, and experience, what I consider to be, another world. The ocean and the earth have a symbiotic relationship, The more we trash our oceans, the more we are harming ourselves.

I hike the cliffs at Palos Verdes, often. There are tide pools down there.There is some amazing Waikiki-esque surfing in the cove (nice rolling waves that are widely spaced apart, and you can catch super long rides if you can man-up to the lengthy paddle out. The cove has many areas where people hike down, and have bonfires. All of that is awesome--until they don't clean up their garbage.

This picture shows an entangled lobster that I found on one of my cleanup days. The lobster had gone in the bag for food, and could not get back out. It became part of the trash that I hauled back out of the cove that day.

I go to the cove a couple of times per month now--not to hike, but to clean it up. I clean up trash, old food, beer cans, bottles, broken glass, fishing line, clothing, fishing tackle, buckets, barrels, boxes--you name it, people crap up the beach with it. It is truly heartbreaking.

There was a fire pit that was filled over 3.5 feet high with GARBAGE. There were people fishing off the rocks. Kids running around with sticks who were playing on the rocks. They kept coming over by the fire pit, but the smell was so bad, and their mothers kept yelling at them to stay away from it.

I took trash bags out of my backpack. I had gloves on. I started taking each piece of trash out of the pit. I didn't stop until it was empty. The smell was horrible (but I'm a nurse, so I'm used to some stuff). I ended up loading up two 13 gallon trash bags from the fire pit alone. As soon as I finished, I started hiking the trash back up the back up the cliffs. When I came back down to go to the next rock section of the cove, those same kids were still running around with sticks, only this time, they were pretending to roast marshmallows at the fire pit--and the moms were OK with it. They were allowed to play.

The picture above has my most recent "haul" from the cove. I hauled all of this garbage back up the cliffs, and to a spot where trash is collected by L.A. County. While I was collecting it, an older couple (in their 70s) was hiking the rocks by the shore where I happened to be cleaning. They came up to me, and talked about how frustrating it was that people trash the cove. They said there have been times they go for walks there, and they can't get past the bottles, and garbage to enjoy the beauty. Then, they thanked me.

As I was hiking around the area collecting trash that they were still in, the gentleman started grabbing trash, and drink cups, and all sorts of other trash. Then he brought an armload over to me, placed it in my trash bag, and said, "Thanks, kid. This really means a lot."

THIS WAS THE MOMENT--THIS IS WHAT I WANTED. This is where you show others how easy, and rewarding it is to do the same thing--and you INSPIRE people. It is PRICELESS.


I was born in California. My parents moved away from Cali when I was a month or two old. Most of my family resides in California. I have not been in touch with them since I was a child, but it is a fact.

My sister has also been bit by the Cali bug. She is also a nurse, and told her boyfriend in Colorado this year that she needed to start "wintering" in Cali. She came out for a 13-week travel nurse assignment, and was in San Diego. During that time, we were able to meet up for drinks and apps in Orange County, and little while longer, we spent a day together at Disneyland (which we both are in LOVE with).

I love this girl. We have also had a love/hate relationship since we were kids, but the older I get, I don't know how I function as well as I do without her. I love her sass. I love her perspective. I am an emotionally charged person, and she grounds me. She reels me back in when the emotions shoot out like a torpedo. She benefits from me, too. She has the Vulcan gene. She take exorbitant amounts of times to process emotions, and periodically I am the light that goes off, or acts like her trigger. We are a good balance for one another.

It was so good to see her in Cali. She also plans to come back this winter. One of my favorite things she said to me while we were waiting in line at Disneyland was, "Why did mom and dad ever move from here? Can't they see that we belong here?!" LOL! She is right.

My sis is pictured here with my nephew who just got out of Army bootcamp. Our poor sons are often mistaken for our spouses. Sorry boys. We love you--just not in a creepy way. Thanks for putting up with us!!!! XOXO


My original reason for moving to California was to be closer to my family, yet financially stable enough to be able to provide "the best of both worlds" for them. It just so happened to be that one of the states that actually pays their nurses what they are worth, also borders the Pacific Ocean.

Moving here has been pretty incredible. Although I live in an affluent area, I also live in a beach town. I can go to the grocery store with no makeup on, in a bikini with a cover up thrown over, flip flops, surf hair, and whatever else I want--and I still fit in.

Don't get me wrong, I love getting all "girled" up. However, I also love my beach downtime, and my fresh face, and my surf hair.

See this crazy beach hair??? This is now a big part of my life. ;)

I have enjoyed the challenge of learning to surf in California. My kids have also learned that this isn't as easy as some of the "easy roller" waves in Kauai--you can't BS your way through them. But the twins have both powered through, continued to persevere, and learn to enjoy, and get better at surfing in Cali.

When we aren't laughing, and playing in the waves, we are just truly enjoying life, and one another. I am so thankful to the sport of surfing, and for the family bond it has created between me and my girls. We are ridiculous. Sometimes we get tossed, or look completely stupid, but it is the epitome of true love--all the way around.

I gave the twins the option of going to Disneyland recently, or going surfing. They both yelled, "SURFING!!!" They are being raised correctly. ;)

Surfing is my love. It brings love, fun, and so much to my life. Hopefully someday I'll be better at it. Until then--I'll just keep chargin'!!!!


  This has been a crazy time in my life, but the one thing that remains amazing is my family.
We have a weird family. We are not conventional. There's nothing typical, or standard, or super domesticated about us. It's a giant cluster of crazy that somehow fits together--like a giant jigsaw puzzle.

The one thing we all have is LOVE, and FORGIVENESS, and SUPPORT. Granted, since we are atypical, people who see us from the outside might think that we are crazy, which is OK. Then we fit in well with the rest of the world. The only time crazy becomes a problem is when it doesn't function. However, crazy is our baseline, so we are thriving.

We love each other.
(Me with my son, Beau)

We cheese it up.
(Me with my daughter, Emma)

We think very highly of ourselves.
(Me with my daughter, Paige)

We consider it a team effort to look ridiculous.
(Me with Em, and Paiger)

And hair color may change 689 times between now and college.
(Me with my Chloe (LoLo))

This is our life. This is our crazy. This is our love, and our family.



Right here--and I just keep on keepin' on. When I look at my life right now, I'm pretty damn lucky. I have an amazing relationship with my kids. I live in a beautiful place. I have a mostly predictable job, with people I genuinely enjoy working with. I live near the beach. I live near Disneyland. I live near some of the most beautiful parts of the United States--all located in Cali. 

I have a 15 minute commute to LAX. A 2 hour flight to Colorado, and sometimes I can get those flights as cheap as $44 each way. I have a brain in my head that functions well. I have a heart that is very passionate (yet cautiously reserved). There is SO much good to look forward to, and I'm tired of looking back with regrets.

So I will keep on--

Having fun with my kids.

Doing yoga.

Enjoying the sunset while doing yoga.

Date when I feel like it.

Continue to make a difference--every single day.

That is my plan. I started back dating recently. I've decided that I'm not all about it. I'm not ready. It's fun to get dressed up, and have guys tell you how amazing you are, but I just don't care right now. I'm going to dial it back a bit. I don't want to get myself into a situation where I'm settling for "what's left". I just don't care that much. I like being by myself, and if I feel like going out, FINE. But it is not my priority.

I have 4 years until my babes go to college. I want to spend as much time as possible with them before they get there.

I am also moving to Hawaii. I have decided that after the twins graduate, and move on, that I am moving on, too. I am going to stay focused, and make it happen. There will be nothing in my way (which is why dating seems stupid at this point).

All each one of us can do each day is breathe, process, pray, breathe some more, and pray.

I look forward to the next year here in Cali. Sorry this blog is SO FRICKIN' LONG!!!! But I've been a bad blogger for a while. I'll try to break it up over the next year.

:) CHEERS. :)