These friends of mine are the real gems in my life. Another friend died last week—though my heartache was for the friend of mine closest to him, not my own—and it brings up all the old feelings of love and loss stemming from JB’s death (9 years ago in April). It was from losing my…
I agreed to do a Whole30 with a couple of friends. I volunteered, if we’re being honest. Why not? I was feeling less in shape after some very boozy pre-holidays and still searching for the next thing to be training for, so it seemed like a reasonable way to kickstart myself while figuring out what…
The Best Spuds were reunited this weekend, and what a weekend it was! (refresher: Idaho, part 1 and Idaho part 2) Apparently, it was such a a weekend that we never managed to take even one photo of the five of us. The most there is in any one photo appears to be four. So here’s…
The mama The mini The mulligan … Won’t let me take a picture of him, but suffice it to say that my Toronto vacation turned into sleeping in a hospital chair followed by a Scandal marathon with a grouchy, drugged-up fella friend missing a body part. So I will need a Canada mulligan.
Natty, I’m grateful for my constant plus one. “I thought your burrito was going to be your Feel Good Friday.”
Life’s hard. I’m grateful for the highs and lows. I’ll get my shit back together soon, pinkie swear.
I don’t have to be grateful, and I don’t have to write about all the things I am grateful for—but I can, and I am. I am grateful. I am grateful for work, work friends, my first Cirque du Soleil (Kurios), a suite at the Ducks game, two football victories, volleyball wall drills, the gym, dinosaur…
Last weekend’s trip to Idaho was mind-bogglingly perfect. Literally everything went right. We packed a ton of fun stuff into one long weekend, but the most amazing part of the trip was the people: five near-strangers (Bromance and I already had a, well, bromance) became instant best friends (#bestspuds). From the moment the guys picked…
There was this time this late summer, where I had just moved into my place in HB and wasn’t traveling and flag football hadn’t started and my achilles was injured so most working out was out so my weeknights were lazy and my weekends were lazy and I started to wonder if this was what…
