Is this a cop-out for a Feel Good Friday? I have so much to be grateful for but after breaking from tradition last week and ranting earlier this week, I can’t quite get back to the ebullience of the previous gratitude lists. See you next week.
Y’ALL I KNOW I AM ANNOYING ABOUT THE THINGS I LOVE (ROSÉ, PATIOS, MY PATIO SPECIFICALLY, NALI, MY FRIENDS, BLAH BLAH) BUT I REALLY FREAKIN’ LOVE MY PATIO! Sunday: setup tv on beach to watch texans vs patriots. play vb. watch football. play vb. swim. PERFECT. Sunday afternoon: friends come over. babies. grillin’. rosé. PERFECT.…
What DO I want to do? (launch a company? run a company? live in a cabin in the wilderness? these are the kinds of things that come up when you’re at a b-school offsite and everyone wants to know what you do and what you do on the side and why you’re in b-school to…
Beach flag football season kicked off last weekend, and I’m super happy to be back on the sand. Both of my teams have a ways to go, but we’re gonna be good. NFL football season also kicked off, which makes lazy Sundays (post-vb, naturally) even better than before. I’m in DC this week for EMBA…
You know what’s freakin’ awesome? When your “average” weekend includes a dress-up pub crawl (celebrating your birthday), at least five gallons of rosé, a random post-ocean-dip bike gang (beach cruisers natch) meetup that leads to an epic patio hang and ridiculous night out, brunch at Woody’s with bottomless mimosas (shhhh twice but don’t tell anyone, it…
I’m grateful I’m me! I’m me thanks to my awesome parents, who were out last weekend to celebrate their anniversary. And these friends helped me celebrate them and are now helping me celebrate me with a thrifty thirty three thrift shop pub crawl. More to come on that. 33 is gonna be a good year.…
She’s loud, she’s overprotective, she’s grouchy, she’s an old lady, she gets sand in my bed and refuses to leave the beach sometimes, she scares old ladies walking weird and kids skateboarding and friends who come over and strangers who manage to make their way into my house and I don’t mind it when she…
My quest for the best probiotics to help heal my freakin’ face is well documented on this blog (here and here), but turns out the probiotic holy grail is probably kefir. Made-at-home, DIY kefir. Even if you’re a faux celeb, you gotta make it so it’s nothing but plain ol’ fermented milk. There are better…
Lake Tahoe!! When I was the minister for my best couple friends’ wedding last summer, we all laughed about how perfect it is that I’m permanently on their marriage certificate: we’re the marriage certificate trio! Never was that more apparent than the five-day Tahoe trip we took last weekend. There’s so much to be grateful…
How am I not myself? h/t Dark & Stormy/BT for showing me I Heart Huckabees (which, truth be told, I kind of hated); yes, I’ve used this line before here. … Someone asked me what my priorities were the other day, and I was surprised to find out that I was a little stumped. Thoughts:…