And I love him more every day.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
One year ago today...
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Life lately...

and even...
and soon we'll be posing with appliances in our new apartment in dc. woah.

(J with our w+d, right before he moved in. we thought a w+d was going to change our life. turns out, it did.)
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Things we'll miss about LA #4

(clearly, much too much to capture in this silly little blog)

Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Summer night

...we went here...
and did this...

Final tally of Dave Matthews Band shows:
Joe: 87
Kristin: 1
So I danced my hippie dance and enjoyed our last (and first) summer concert.
(Dave, you might have yourself a new fan.)
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Things we'll miss about LA #3
Dear Dodgers...

and (most importantly) Bruins...
We are your true and loyal fans, no matter where we may live.
We hereby promise to (a) keep watching your games, even if we have to get special cable for it, (b) cheer really loud for you (even if we are outnumbered) while watching you on the other coast, and (c) always proclaim that you are the best, even if you are in last place.
Though you haven't always had great seasons, (ahem, Dodgers, ahem, Bruins) we love you just the same.
We'll miss our Dodger Dogs, birthday Laker games (especially the one when we sat next to Mitch Kupchak), and our fall tailgates at the Rose Bowl.
Love,
(your always optimistic fans)
the Bishops
Monday, August 16, 2010
It rains in the summer?
We experienced our very first summer thunderstorm when we were back in DC a couple weeks ago. I'm sure summer thunderstorms are great, but I would have much rather liked to have experienced this one inside, and not in the back of a cab on the way to the airport.
Nevertheless, we made it. And this California girl wondered how it could rain. In the summer.
In the meantime, we're soaking in these last few weeks of beautiful sunshine while we can.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Things we'll miss about LA #2
We'll miss our summer walks down to the market, the bread man, running into our funny New Yorker neighbor, and most of all, the hot dogs! (Ok, so maybe that's just me.)
We love you, South Pas. You sure make it hard to leave.
