It’s been an obscene amount of time since I’ve written (again), but I promise that will be changing (I mean it this time. Read on!). Here are some of the big things that have happened since the last time we chatted:
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Boyfriend is not a morning person. He can easily roll back over and get another hour or two of sleep after waking up, whereas I’m up before 9am most days. On the weekend, I’ll normally get up and make breakfast before going back to bed to snuggle for a while…
As part of my never ending quest for life balance, Boyfriend and I embarked on a week-long trip to Wisconsin and Minnesota to visit some of his friends and family, and get some much needed R & R. Because of that, I’m not going to write a full post this…
On my parents’ twenty-fourth anniversary this July, my dad surprised my mom with flowers. It was a small arrangement of baby’s breath, delphinium, and a peach rose.
“It was the closest thing they had to our colors,” he said. “Plus, I thought the blue thing was kind of…
Today I did morning yoga at the Broad art museum on my college campus. I’ve never done a formal yoga class before, and the only way I can describe my feelings post-class is… zen. Yoga rocks! I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed,…
Last Friday, Boyfriend left for Minneapolis. Originally he was just going to be gone for the weekend, but he accepted a job with the USDA working with farms affected by the avian flu outbreak, which will be awesome experience and resume building… but it means he’ll be off in Midwestern…
In just about four and a half hours, I’m going to be on a plane headed to Los Angeles. I used to have a strong aversion to flying, mostly because I have a hypersensitive creep-o-meter and the thought of riding in an airborne metal box with someone who weirds me…
I figured that an occasion as momentous as turning 21 probably warranted a two-post weekend. So, as I sit cuddled up on the couch with my favorite kitty cat sleeping next to me, I thought it might be fun to recount and review the drinks I…
As a writer, I put myself in an extremely vulnerable position every time I put words to paper. My identity influences every story I write: why I write, how I write, what I write. I sometimes get “stage fright” when I offer my writing up to…
Last weekend, my boyfriend taught me how to snowmobile and how to ice fish… two things I absolutely never thought I would do. I got to help hand-drill a fishing hole through a foot and a half of ice, hook my own minnow, and reel in…
