Kitty Deschanel | Food, Wine, and Travel Adventures in an Airstream Basecamp

First up, I'm super excited to share a link to The Spohrs Are Multiplying . Welcome to the world, baby James! Please visit the Spohr's blog to congratulate them on their new addition if you have a chance. Second, this post is being written from Albuquerque, NM. There's still no vacation or move to Omaha in our future. Third, it's time to LINK UP! Have a great weekend, everyone!

I haven't quite gotten Omaha out of my system and have been researching what it would be like to move there. How long do midlife crises usually last? Do you cut that time in half for a mid-midlife crisis ? The Omaha tourism websites only increase my desire for at least a visit, if not a life-changing move. At visitomaha.com , there's an entire section devoted to shopping. They have a store called Chocolate Peacock. Whatever could that be? My rational guess is that it's a typical, everyday candy shop. Then again, who's to say Nebraskans aren't serving the birds as a delicacy, fondue-style? Certainly not me, as Sexy Nerd hasn't agreed to vacation there yet. Omaha does make a big deal about their zoo. Just saying. I really should move to Omaha. Their tourism department needs me! Did you click on the link above? They're trying to convey how friendly and lovable the folks in Omaha are. They want me to believe that a day spent shopping in their various whimsic...

Three day weekend, baby! My boss has been at a dental convention since the 15th, so it's a bit longer than 3 days for me. The plan was to get lots of writing done during my time off. I'm pleased to report that my novel is just about finished. Did you catch that in the last part? It's difficult to convey sarcasm through a blog post. Have a fun weekend, everyone!

Sexy Nerd and I have been toying with the idea of moving to Omaha, NE. It isn't actually going to happen, but it's still fun to research a new city and place to live. I found a House Hunters clip online featuring a trendy part of Omaha (even less likely to happen, the condo featured was almost a million dollars!) Still, I shared the link with Sexy Nerd via his Facebook page, daydreaming about our hip, imaginary life "in the big city". Hey, when you live on the outskirts of Albuquerque, Omaha looks pretty impressive. They have so much water and greenery! Anyhoo, here is the response to my urban-living fantasy, posted by Sexy Nerd's mom: "No, no I was thinking farm...barnyard full of chickens, ducks, goats...and a garden to spend hours tilling and weeding... freezers full of the fruits of your labors...at least 3 kids running around climbing trees... just saying." Her comment made me smile, but I couldn't think of a reply. Granted, ...

I hate my skin! Hate, hate, hate!! This week, at the age of 29, I had my first chemical peel. It was almost painless, but I'm told that my entire face is going to come sloughing off like a snakeskin, probably starting tomorrow. I'm also told that under absolutely no circumstance can I help the icky bits of dead, dried skin on their journey to the floor, where they will undoubtedly and repulsively be frantically gobbled up by Pica and Biscuit. Hands off, no matter how ridiculous and gross my face looks, or I'll risk permanent scarring and discoloration. I hope this is worth it!

The other day, Sprouts/Sunflower Market (okay, technically just Sprouts now, but they were a million times better when they were Sunflower Market) had a great deal on organic apples - only $0.49 a pound! I already had some apples at home, but for that price I figured we could really use another couple dozen or so. You know those wimpy little plastic produce baggies? They didn't stand a chance. Introducing...Frankenapple! EEEK!