An Evening with the Kardashians

Last night, I played the part of West Coast Correspondent for Fab Over Forty. My friend, Kari couldn't fly out from Minnesota for the unveiling of Redbook's first family cover featuring the beautiful Kardashians, so she sent her friend who is over forty, and dare I say, fabulous: ME!

A little after I got there, I ran into a blogging friend (also fabulous and over forty) who was reporting from the red carpet, too. Here I am with SweatpantsMom.

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SIDEBAR: I have to tell you... one of my little girl dreams was to be a reporter on the red carpet, chatting with celebrities about their movies, shows, and lives. As fun as it is to get to do these things, waiting on behind the ropes of  red carpets for hours while other reporters and writers shove for space is not so much fun. But that doesn't take away from the actual doing of the dream... especially when the stars arrive and all the fun starts!

I teetered atop a small ladder for a few shots, got to ask Kris ONE question for Fab Over Forty, took some video of other reporters asking Kim a few questions, and as quickly as it started, the red carpet craziness was over.

We all moved into the reception area and enjoyed appetizers, cosmos, and cupcakes. While we were noshing and swilling, a large version of the May edition of the Redbook cover was unveiled. Kris said a few words about how wonderful it was to be the mother of her lovely daughters and how happy she was to have the pictures, including some with Mason, to keep forever.

Sweet little Mason tried to eat the microphone.

Here's the enlarged cover signed by all the Kardashian ladies:

Then, I shoved a couple of cupcakes into my purse, grabbed my swag bag, and drove back home.

That was my evening with the Kardashians.

It was all very glamorous.

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Plant Your Own Garden

It's been a tough day. One that I'm glad to see the sun setting on.

At one point, I was in my old neighborhood visitng a friend. The gold rays of the afternoon cast down on the canyon along a road I used to take multiple times a day. It all seemed so familiar.

Including the feeling of aloneness.

I haven't felt that feeling for a long time. But today... today I was reminded of it. For a brief, haunting moment.

I'm realizing that even at forty, I am very naive about people.

But some people are still true to who I thought they were. Back when I used to live in that neighborhood, I spent many long nights reading the words of a beautiful blogger that I now have the honor of calling my friend.

Today she posted this.

And everything else I was going to write flew away.

Because that was exactly what I wanted to say.

Hikers in the Mist

Every morning, we wake before sunrise, pull back the drapes, and admire the serene landscape. It's lush in a way that reminds the soul that even in the harshest of environments, beauty can thrive.

The morning routine is simple: Suit up in a few layers, put on your trail runners, grab your water bottle and room key, and vamonos! The layers keep us warm in the early morning chill as we cross the ranch to meet our group.

By the time we arrive, our bodies are beginning to warm up from the inside out. I fill one jacket pocket with almonds, the other with tissue. We grab some fruit and follow the hike shepherds out past the vineyards.

The pace is a quick clip out in front, and following the leader can be a bit challenging when we're still yawning. But soon we are invigorated and wide awake.

Although we all start at the same spot, all hikes vary in almost every way: difficulty, terrain, vistas. Talking to staff members about skill level and ability will give each hiker a good idea about which trail to take. Even when hikers fall back on a hike, the shepherds are always there to make sure no one is left behind or lost.

Once we conquer our mountains, we return to the vineyards for a stretch. Shepherds guide us through a series of stretches and then send us off for the day. Most hikes end by the time the old bell clangs and clamors, calling us to nourish our bodies.

We walk towards our breakfasts, knowing we earned every morsel!

This week, I am a forever grateful hosted guest of Rancho La Puerta in Tecate, Mexico.