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…
In my short life, I’ve experienced a lot of death, both of major people in my own life and in my friends’ lives. I don’t know if this is a self-selecting group or odd coincidence. I met this girl not even a year ago, and we were instantly close. She lost her husband two years…
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…
I am grateful for Ginger Lynne, the Jeep. She has brought me on countless adventures throughout the beach cities, occasionally inland, one excessively chilly trip to Malibu, and off-roading in the desert only to be challenged by her return to the freeway (toddler temper tantrum). Ginger Lynne stroked my fragile “cool-girl” ego, gave me occasion…
I’m back home (one of ’em anyway) for the wedding of yet another couple I successfully set up! I can’t wait to watch these two get married in the beautiful mountains. I’ve been here for a few days, and there’s just no place in the world like Aspen.
They left me with sunglasses. Sunglasses that I love and coveted while they wore them, but still, sunnies. Now obviously by a-holes I mean my best friends and by leaving me I mean moving off on their own adventures and overall I mean that I am not bitter or jealous but extremely happy for their success and…
My mama is the best. Everyone who knows her thinks so. I am lucky enough to get to call her all the time—and some times, I do mean ALL the time. Tiny frustrating thing at work? Call the mama. Sort of exciting news? Call the mama. Possibility of exciting possibility? You guessed it: call the…
This was my weekend last weekend: And sure, it took me and the dog a little bit to recover from what was supposed to be two nights backpacking covering just 13 miles to two nights backpacking over 20 miles (landslide got in the way), but I think we’re both grateful for the opportunity to go…
I’m super boringly lucky, right? Like I’m still grateful for my friends and family and dog and body and work and life. Rrrrreat. (or whatever the sound of a record stopping is) Listen, my life is not sunshine and rainbows all the time. But I am trying with all my heart right now to live…