My latest “Together in Tulsa” Couple-Zach & Jennifer

If you don’t already know, I have a bi-monthly column called ‘Together in Tulsa’ for the regional paper, ‘This Land Press’.

My column features unique couples from Oklahoma. And because I am so weird, the photos I take of each couple typically end up a little bizarre-or ‘different’-as my dad would say.

My latest couple were the Mangialomini’s (pronounced “Man-gee-uh-low-mini”). Zach and Jennifer Mangialomini are wonderfully approachable, quietly confident and recall a pretty hilarious and bizarre back story. Jennifer began as an aethist, transferred into a cult and finally found God. Zach was a slightly disillusioned Christian who-according to himself-struggles with handling social cues.

Together, the couple have three beautiful children and a marriage founded on something solid. Check out my whole article here at: This Land Press.

Baked Apples-Guest Post at Trendy Treehouse

Today, I am guest posting over at Trendy Treehouse! Tara is the sweetest and has allowed my weirdness to infect her readers. That’s sounds weird, huh?

Today, I am showing you a tutorial on making a yummy dessert-Easy Baked Apples-that can be made at the last minute and with ingredients you probably already have on hand.

These Easy Baked Apples are one of my favorite go-to’s when last minute guests arrive. To really go over the top, add a little french vanilla ice cream and be crowned dessert queen of the year.

Go check out my entire tutorial and leave Tara a comment telling her she’s awesome!

But, make sure you come back here. Don’t leave me hangin’.

Love you-Rebekah

Ace Hotel & Swim Club: Awesome Hipster-ness

Before going on this journey with me, I ask you to choose some “House Music” for your background.
Now, pour yourself a ridiculously neon-colored beverage.
Next, slip into a tube top, mini skirt and flip flops.
Slather on some sunscreen for the aromatic effect.
Grab your Coach suitcases, Dior sunglasses and pull the Bentley out of the garage to set the mood.
 

Now that we’ve gathered everything, we are ready to enter the Ace Hotel and Swim Club hipster hotel in Palm Springs, CA.

 

It’s pretty unimpressive when you first pull up. It’s just a 60’s hotel that’s been redone.

 

But apparently, it’s so popular it requires those annoying bracelets that you usually get at a concert-the ones that you have to cut off with a machete-to be worn if you want to enter the premises. No bracelet-no hangy outy.

 

The grounds are rather expansive-with fire pits, outdoor lounge areas and walking paths.

 

It also has a pool that pumps even louder House Music. And it has beautiful people walking around with a laissez faire attitude.

 

They have nothing better to do than wear aviators, short shorts and drink out of plastic cups. Unless, of course, they need to go to town for some essentials-and then they can rent these super cute scooters.

 

Or, if they are over the legal limit, they can settle for a bike.
I settled for my room, a glass of wine and a cotton robe left for us as “an amenity” in the closet. Another amenity was a bucket of beer they delivered to our room.
I suppose it’s not so bad here at the Ace Hotel. Even if I can’t get the gosh darn bracelet off.

Too Cute for Comfort

Dear Readers:
It’s been awhile since I’ve discussed the enormously cute properties of our rescue kitties. I have had a bit of a battle at my hands, hoping to train the kittens up in the way they should go. However, they are choosing to ignore my instructions and each morning I find they’ve been on the counter, the table or whatever else is off-limits.

That said, I’ve been a bit frustrated. Today, I decided to look through the cuteness of aforementioned kittens to encourage me in my struggle to gain obedience from the fur gang.

This is Bianca-who on her own-makes a little tent out of our rug in the breakfast nook. She can sneak in and out of the tent-and it says put until she returns. Pretty cute.

 

This is Maxwell, who repeatedly climbs onto the ledges in our Master Bathroom, only to be unable to get down on his own. He is posing-I’m sure of it-to gain cute points so that I will climb on top of the toilet and retrieve him.

 

Max’s butt. Nuff said.

 

Face plant by Max.

Cute points are about to top out at this point.

 

Topped out.

Ah, just what I needed to encourage me once more. Now, back to the training with a spray bottle and a “gentle, but authoritative voice”.

It will work one of these days, I’m sure of it.

Love-Rebekah