I drive fast. Too fast. In fact, I think speed limits should be outlawed. I love to drive fast in L.A. More so than in Boise because I know where I’m going and I know the short-cut how to get there. I still get lost in Boise after nearly 18 years. My husband explained to me today over lunch it’s because I didn’t have driver’s training in Boise and I learned how to drive in the Valley. This could be true. He claims in Boise they test students on the street grids every 1 mile. Like, you have to know it goes Eagle Road, Cloverdale, Five Mile, Maple Grove. Don’t hold me to those last two being in the right order. I know they’re in there, just not sure which one comes first.
As I was driving Chinden today and slowing down because I know just where those cops hide around the curve when the limit drops to 35mph, I looked at my speedometer. The gage goes up to 160. My question is–how can I ever know for sure if the car will go that fast when I never have the opportunity to open her up and try it out? My guess is the car has the potential. It’s a Mercedes with a tiptronic shifter. I’m contemplating where I can smoke some pavement and let her go wide open.
My dream before I die would be to drive the Indianapolis Pace Car on race day and let it scream across the brickyard. Now that would be cool!
We went to Scottsdale, Arizona for Valentine’s weekend and to celebrate me finishing the last of the Moretti books. Typically the weather is 70-75. Yeah well, since I went, it was 62 both days! But I wasn’t one to complain. THE SUN WAS OUT! And no snow! We had a fabulous time. My husband is a good sport and he’ll go to a shopping mall with me, always on a handbag hunt. We look at shoes too. We had a nice lunch out, and then that night we enjoyed dinner at one of our favorite restaurants that’s not in Boise–McCormick and Schmidts. We enjoyed taking in an art fair, then for the big Valentine’s Day, we laid out by the pool (in the sun w/o any breeze, it was great), then we had dinner at Lon’s at the Hermosa Inn. It was so romantic and nice. I wore a pink dress and the restaurant gave me a pink rose.
We got home and I realized . . . we didn’t take any pictures! But it was a great time and I’m so grateful my husband planned the trip!
Today in Boise . . . guess what? It was snowing. Sigh.
So I took my daughters on a quick trip to L.A. and Hollywood. My husband was out of town on business, so I planned a mini getaway. We arrived Saturday morning, got the rental car and I took LaCienga up to Beverly. My favorite bathing suit store is in the Beverly Center (among other locations) and I got a great Michael Kors tankini for my Greece trip this summer. I’m so excited. We’ll be going to Greece and Tuscany. Then I took my girls to Melrose Avenue. Mind you–I grew up in L.A. and this is no biggie to me, but my daughters go crazy over the eclectic shops. We must have walked five miles down and back. We parked by Fairfax High. The weather forecast was dicey–cloudy and rain. But it held out enough for us to go into nearly every store. My girls found some really cute things. After that, I took them to our hotel in Santa Monica. We stayed at the LeMerigot on Ocean Avenue. Our room was so nice. I took a picture of my daughters on the balcony.
We took a walk on the beach by the Santa Monica pier and the sun came out just in time for a fabulous sunset. My oldest daughter took pictures on her camera of us on the beach and if I get the copies, I can post them. It was so great to see the ocean. I miss some things about L.A. and wish they were available in Boise. That night, I took us to the Valley where I’m from and we met Grandma and Grandpa for dinner. My daughters really wanted to see my parents. Afterward, we went to their house for dessert. My parents’ home still looks exactly as it did in 1971 when they moved into it. LOL.
The next morning at the hotel, the weather looked very stormy. We packed and headed for Hollywood! My daughters really wanted to take a Movie Star home tour. I went along with it. We got to the Kodak Theater and I parked the car. We looked around a bit, had lunch, then got on a tour. Our driver was very funny. We saw locations like the apartment where Richard Gere comes for Julie Roberts at the end of Pretty Woman. And of course the Reg Bev Wil. We saw Bob Barker’s house, the Osbourne’s old house, the home they used to film the Beverly Hillbillies, Father of the Bride, we saw Courtney Cox’s house, Jennifer Anniston’s . . . just too many to even list. My girls were snapping pictures like crazy. The driver took us to the top of Mulhulland so we could see the Hollywood sign.
The tour ran over and the driver showed us extra locations. It was fun. Afterward, we went to Grauman’s so my girls could see Marilyn Monroe’s footprints and take a picture by them. We did last minute shopping, then headed for LAX. But not without a quick trip passed the tattoo parlor that is L.A. Ink. Which is funny because the parlor is really in Hollywood.
Once we got to the airport, we were tired. When I travel with my daughters, we pack in as much as possible in our time together. We travel so well, never argue, always have a great time. I love my daughters very much and it’s so fun to hang out with them. We still hold hands and get silly. They’re the best!
So the local newspaper, THE IDAHO STATESMAN asked me if I’d be interested in being interviewed for an article on how to write a love letter. My husband encouraged me to participate so I said sure, and was e-mailed questions. I looked at them and knew I wasn’t the expert, my husband was. I answered all the questions, but usually with stuff he’s done/written for me. The interviewer was intrigued by such a romantic guy and suggested we take our picture for the article. And thus ends my husband’s enthusiasm for me doing the article. But like a good sport, he said okay to the picture. Well, the article appeared in today’s paper and now he wants to kill me. LOL. He’s taken heat all day from it, especially in his office. Word has circulated among the industry he’s in, and he hasn’t gone anywhere today without a good ribbing.
So here he is, Mr. Romance with (the author) in today’s newspaper.
How To Write A Love Letter