I am so grateful, for this most trying, amazing, high and low, peak- and valley-filled year. I am grateful for this absolutely ridiculous Christmas week, which saw me bounce from San Antonio to Sonoma to Houston back to Austin in just 6 days… San Antonio generations girls getaway at the gorgeous Hotel Emma in the…
Y’all. The Chisos boots I’m obsessed with are every bit as amazing as I imagined—I got to try them on at their launch last Sunday, and holy Texas are they comfortable. Also, that party was a helluva way to launch a brand, entrepreneurs take note. Friday night’s Key to the Cure gala was also amazing,…
Happy Birthday, Dad! I love you and am so grateful you are my dad—my biggest support and most understanding personal psychotherapist, my yard help and dog-watcher, my football- and car(truck)-loving comrade. Let’s go fishin’! I was meant to be in NYC for most of this week, but an 8.5 hour delayed flight changed those plans,…
Pure & Simple Gratitude List Homemade (chef-made) chicken noodle soup NeilMed Sinus Rinse Impromptu rainy date night at Olive & June Caitlin‘s Thursday 8am yoga class (with a hint of pilates) at BFree A healing puppa VERY early Christmas decorating and my Aspen tree The cold weather! This frigid, bitter cold is making me so…
Like my old neighbor in Aspen who woke up every morning, walked out onto his balcony, and sighed “Just another terrible day in paradise!”, so it is about adventuring with my friends. Honest question: Does everyone have it this good with their friends? Like, every trip we—whatever combination of my friends that “we” includes—take is…
Grateful for family, and family friends, and support. It’s finally cool-ish enough to bike to work again! Excited to get back in the groove of bike commuting. But before the cool weather came in, we took advantage of a last (fingers crossed) Indian summer weekend on a boat (Endian Summer). Also grateful for impromptu Nerf…
D-Day Wednesday on Lake Austin resulted in my trusty 4-year-old iPhone 6 slipping out of its straw tote during the boat-to-dock handoff and finding a mucky grave at the bottom of the lake. So, no photos for this week’s post. And as of this writing, I haven’t even decided which phone to replace it with……
Willamette. A bed and breakfast better than any hostel. 7 friends. A minivan named the SS Meatstick. Bonfires. A BBQ barn and the greatest Italian bistro. Happy chicken tenders and dump buckets, still not beer. My 35th birthday trip was the most perfect. Worlds collided, friends came together, and amazing times were had by all.…
… and am real freakin’ happy about it. It’s all I wanted, after all. This weekend is shaping up to be the same—yes! And then, late summer hits and all hell breaks loose with travel, adventure, and celebation 🙂 I’m grateful to be included in a very strong and welcoming community in the Cystic Fibrosis…
Did y’all notice I missed last week’s FGF? I was in full Bachelorette mode. It was a smashing success, if I do say so myself—and I do. Five days (world’s longest bachelorette party) of girl time with hilarious shenanigans, deck dance parties, champagne, amazing food, yoga, and endless hugs and kisses. More posts to come…