These Boots Were Made For Walking

So I discovered a fabulous line of shoes from Cole Haan called “Air.” The soles are made with the same patented cushion as a Nike Air shoe. Once you put one of these heels on, you’ll never go back to regular heels . . . well, unless they’re Prada or Jimmy Choo.

Right now, at they’re having an extra 30% off sale. So worth it! Go check some of the styles out. They’re great!

Let me know if you like them.


So I am working with a personal trainer again. About four years ago, I had one for a year. We’ll call him Mr. V. He worked at Gold’s where I religiously worked out. He helped me lose 60 pounds in a year. For the most part, I’ve kept it off. As of late, I noticed I’ve gone soft. The old drive to work out has faltered. I decided to train again.

I had my first session yesterday and it was great. I loved being back in control of my fitness, and my new trainer, Mr. X showed me something I’ve never done before. Boxing. I loved it. Jab, jab, punch. Then knee lifts to the groin. I was going to practice on my husband but he wasn’t willing to be a participant when I asked him if I could use him to demonstrate for my step-daughters. They thought I was joking when I said I’d tried boxing and I liked it.

I’m excited to continue to train and get into good shape. It’s so great for your state of mind, plus all those endomorphines you release during rigorous exercise really make a person happy. And I need happy–’cause it snowed this morning! Spring–where are you?

I Have A Need For Speed

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. 4850_st0640_062

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!

Sunny Scottsdale

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.

Hollywood Here We Come

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 location

s) 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 shop

s. 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. W

e 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!

How To Write A Love Letter (Without your husband killing you)

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

Happy Sun!!!


Just when I thought it wasn’t safe to go outside, an amazing thing happened this morning. THERE WAS A SUNRISE! I’m seeing blue skies and a SUN! Oh happy day!

I think the sun’s appearance is a gift from God because today is the day I finish ALL THAT YOU ARE–the last in my Moretti family series! A double reason to celebrate! I’ll post the book’s cover soon.


Boise has been under what’s call “inversion” for two weeks now. explains Atmospheric Inversion like this: Meteorology. a reversal in the normal temperature lapse rate, the temperature rising with increased elevation instead of falling.

So what that does is trap in the city air and keep it grounded with us folks living in Boise rather than disappating up into the sky and moving on. Boiseans call this phenomonen “inversion”. I say let’s call a spade a spade–PEOPLE! It’s SMOG. As a former L.A. girl, I know smog when I see it.

Every winter, this inversion hits and when it does, I start to go bonkers. A gray blanket lays over Boise with near zero-vibility. It’s damp and bone-chilling. The sky is thick with brownish-gray. It may rain. It may snow. It may be foggy. But blue skies–f’getaboutit. I have only seen the sun for 1 hour in the past two weeks. Enough already!

I’ll be finished with ALL THAT YOU ARE this week so I’m celebrating. I’m going to L.A. (Santa Monica Beach!) and then the following weekend Scottsdale, Arizona. It’s time to soak up some rays and start feeling human again. I’ll post photos after the events!

Walk This Way

I’m pretty faithful about walking at least 2 miles a day and doing sit ups. I use a treadmill at home in a workout room with an exercise ball and weights, with a bench. When I was single, I was obsessive about Gold’s and was there at least five days a week lifting and doing a card

io. I fell in love, married, ate my way 20 lbs. heavier, then got a reality check on my cholesterol level which came in way too high. It was a sobering moment. I dropped the weight so I wouldn’t have to take any drugs. I’m such a space cadet, I have a hard enough time remembering to take a daily vitamin and fish oil–much less something that would keep my heart healthy. I opted for the old fashioned way–exercise.

As a yo-yo dieter from the age of 35 to 45, (I never gained during pregnancies or afterward) I learned something when I lost 60 pounds three years ago. The mathmatics of weight loss is simple–eat less, move more. Dr. Laura says that and she’s right. Previously, I’d joined all sorts of programs, went to meetings, measured food, etc., but when I decided to give up all fast food, diet pop and candy–something happened. I’d drop a pound here and there without even doing anything. Then I got serious and figured all that money I was saving on junk food could be spent on a trainer. I worked out for a year with Joe at Gold’s. The man was ex-military. Nothing like having a guy bark in your ear you’re a noodle if you can’t pump the iron so many reps. I was dang svelte back in those days.

These days the smell of fast food turns my stomach. Although once in a while, a Taco Bell taco surpreme beckons. I’ve given in a few times. I think I’ve had a Big Mac twice in four years. Now I’m softer and not so toned as the gym days and it’s okay. I’m not training for anything other than good health. I let the gym membership go, but manage to drag myself onto the treadmill pretty much daily. I find I feel tons better when I walk. The great thing about having a home gym is that my husband mounted a TV/DVD player on the wall for me. I’ve watched THE TUDORS Season 1, Seasons 1-4 of LOST, and I’m getting into DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES–but had to take a mini-break since THE TUDORS Season 2 arrived yesterday. I think if you have a show to look forward to, it makes you want to get out there and work out to it. At least that’s how it is for me.

Anyway . . . give walking a try. It’s good for you.

And It’s Snowing . . . AGAIN

crying baby

Oh the days of summer . . . where are you, my darlings? I miss your heat on my skin as I wear shorts, a tank top and flipflops. Sigh.