We wake up and the boys cook some eggs. A nest egg, as Brett calls them.
Is this what it feels like to live in Seattle? Everyday, it never fails, rain coming down. Drizzling, dreary, gray. Cold, windy, blustering. The only things I want to do are as follows, in no particular order:
-drink hot apple cinnamon tea
-bake banana bread (been on my list of To-Do’s for 1/2 a year now)
-wear flip flops with every outfit, business, casual or otherwise
-go to the gym and sweat next to all the other fanatics avoiding an outdoor workout
-plan a future trip, any future trip, specially to a location bordering the ocean with plants such as these
-attempt to be productive & become defeated as it turns to nonproductiveness because no one else is
-get ready to go out somewhere just to realize my mane of hair will frizz and my makeup will run
-dream of living somewhere the sun never shines and swiftly slap myself in the face
-encourage my Yorkie to take a bathroom break while getting soaked
-change my pants every time I come inside as the cuffs are wet
-lay on the ground and pretend to meditate
-wake up with high hopes of sunshine
-go back to sleep
Counting down the hours to Tuesday… our next adventure awaits.
Couples trip in Sonoma, CA!
After the cleanse, I wanted to treat myself. Kinda like when people reach certain weight loss goals, they’ll buy a new pair of shoes, a nice bottle of wine, or something rewarding to them. This wasn’t a weight loss goal but a 5-day cleanse was trying and at times, frustrating. So… I decided to splurge on a few pieces of Lulu. Ladies beware, it’s dangerous in there! The colors of the season are bangin’ hot.
This lion cub-looking puppy melts my heart. He makes me want to find a way to keep puppies small. Forever and always. I like big dogs, too, but there’s something about little puppies that can instantly change your mood. The next breed I’d like to own is either a Corgi or a Great Bernese Mountain Dog. A little and a big.
I don’t consider myself a brand whore. In fact, I prefer the term brand loyal. There are a few with which I happily associate myself and highly recommend. This snapshot showcases four of them (artistic, no?). The car I drive right now is a Lexus. I’m thisclose to having it paid off. This model is one I saw on the freeway and secretly told myself I’d tote around my four kids in it one day… got the car, time to work on step two. The thumb holes on my Lululemon tops are reason alone to fall in love with the Vancouver-based retailer. No more sleeves rolling up into your jacket! Bazinga! Gorgeous, comfy clothing, totally unaffordable, but that’s what wish lists are for, right? I prefer regular water, by the gallon, I’m a water girl at heart. As long as it doesn’t taste like plastic, and doesn’t carry a strain of motezumas revenge (worst Mexico trip ever!)… I’ll guzzle it. After a good workout, I prefer Zico coconut water. After weightlifting, when my arms are like jelly worms, I pretend I spent all morning on a deserted island, hacking away at a palm tree to reach some of this glory. Last, but not least, a year ago we discovered a new shop called Superdry. I figured it was a high end, boutique fabric softener store – boy was I wrong. Behold some of the best jackets known to man. Superdry is a company based in Japan that knows the value of a zipper (or ten). This jacket (also with thumb holes I might add) retails for $140, it’s called the polar windcheater and worth every penny.
This tall, beautiful brunette is a breath of fresh air. I consider her one of my best friends and had to visit her while vacationing in her zip code. I made a reservation under a fake name (Debra Morgan, holla Dexter freaks!) and surprised her at the swanky salon where she works. It only took me 2 hours of public transportation bus riding and a mile walk to get there, but well worth the effort! Those annual girls trips I take? She’s one of the six ladies, and I would not be as far along in my life as I am without her straight talk, cuddles and infectious laugh. Mwah Carla!
Made a visit to Universal Studios. The best part? The Wizarding World of Harry Potter. The cobblestone, Butterbeer [a nonalcoholic butterscotch and root beer flavored frothy drink that tastes spectacular with smuggled in whiskey], everything! There’s even a wand shop where you can buy a phoenix-feather wand. Whoever thru this place together paid unbelievable attention to detail – I swear the air even smelled like freakin Hogwarts!
There’s a franchise in Florida that must make its way to the Midwest. Lime Fresh Mexican Grill has this magical salsa bar that is entirely glorious. Whoever thought to offer serve yourself pineapple salsa deserves a raise. Or an orgasm. I literally ate three cups of pineapple salsa in record time. Inhaled it.
Here are a few timelines I’ve created for my Facebook over the last few months.
One has the best, most true Bob Marley lyric of all time.
It’s a fact when they say music can create a bubble of calm, relaxation within a chaotic life.
The newest one showcases my little gremlin, Oliver. He has this thing where he will start sleeping on the floor, and at 3:04 am each morning, he makes small whimpers until I wake up. I look down and he’s sitting there, looking up. That’s the time he remembers he would rather be sleeping in my bed. Contrary to what I should be doing, I’ll lift him up and let him snuggle on top of my covers. Turns out, he’s the best cuddle on the market*. Be jealous.
Here’s to hoping you have a cuddler of your own… human or fluff ball…
*Footnote: he is about to be ousted as best cuddler…
Hello life! What a great week I’ve been having. This could possibly be the best week I’ve had in months. In fact, I think it is. The sun is shining, I have butterflies in my stomach, and you literally cannot wipe the smile off my face. My room is clean, my finances are in order, I’m running farther, faster, better. A few days ago, a handful of family members and I signed up for the Get Lucky 7K that falls on St. Patrick’s Day. It’s put on by Team Ortho and I have to say, so far they have got their sh*t together. The packet pickup was flawless. The sweatshirt zip-up is super comfy and well designed. The end-of-the-race medal looks awesome and there are free drinks at Kieran’s Pub afterwards. I’m contemplating doing the SeaWheeze Half Marathon again in August (Vancouver, BC) – but haven’t quite decided and registration isn’t open yet. I’m enjoying running for the sake of running. The health benefits, the leg muscles… signing up for too many races makes me nervous. Maybe I’m raced out? We’ll see. First race registered for the 2013 season, complete!
I finished Bad Things Happen (don’t recommend it!) and I have started reading The Council of Dads (holy crap it’s good!). I’m shooting to read at least a book a month – falling back into this favorite past time of losing myself in a story.
The self-help book that I have been reading on and off spoke to a funny concept. The author talks about finishing difficult tasks that she has procrastinated completing. A way to slow down and power thru them was to “put yourself in jail”. “I’m in jail”, she would tell herself, “I’m locked up with nowhere to go and nothing to do except the task in front of me. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, I have all the time I could possibly need.” It is a little mindset to put yourself in. I love it. I sometimes do the same trick. Time eventually catches up to me – but it works for a little while!
There is a challenge I’ve undertaken recently, I’ll blog about it soon once it gets underway. A chance to travel the world for… nothing. Well, almost nothing. There are systems and rewards tiers in place that have yet to be tapped! I’m educating myself as we speak – stay tuned. Maybe I can get you interested, too. Spending a week in the Bora Bora water-bungalows anyone?
All I know is living optimistically is the way to go. A deep breath, a sense of self-worth and confidence… knowing that if you keep your face always toward the sunshine, the shadows will fall behind you.
Added to wishlist.
From now on, I’m determined to leave tip money in the form of dollar bills folded into origami. It takes my $5 and makes it seem more like $10 with the thought I put into it. (jk!)
This is one of my close guy friends, he got away with this license pic at the DMV – what a great expression!
Always have been a lake girl, always will be. I keep a swimsuit in my car for late night dips, and usually wear one underneath my clothes at all times. You can never be unprepared during MN summers!
Sunsets are one of mother nature’s greatest gifts. She also whips up a mean storm now and again. Don’t get me wrong, I love downpours and green, ominous clouds, but perfectly painted backdrops are nice, too.
Little Oliver, or Robér (if you’re feeling native) loves these tiny tennis balls. He chases them until his tongue hangs out and he demands a timeout from the action.
A wheeler, a dealer, a coupon clipper. I use the FuelPerks from the grocery store and save at the pump. Here we are with $2.879 a gallon, I’ll take it.
Whenever the Apple website displays this page, we know something fun’s about to happen. Turns out there’s a beautiful new Retina Macbook Pro in town and she is SEXY!
We had guests from out of town for an evening of chaos and debauchery – I made naughty brownies. Some people call them slutty brownies, but that makes no sense whatsoever – so I’ve renamed them naughty brownies. It’s a layer of cookie dough, a layer of Oreo, a layer of brownie. Insane sugar high ensues.
It’s hot out there Minnesota, jump in a lake and cool off. We only have 15,405 to choose from!
My girlfriend Carley has a father. Carley’s father has bees. Many bees. So many that he has made honey! Check it out! Hardwood Creek Honey produced in Hugo, MN. I got my hands on my very own honey jug and will not deny taking a shot of this sweet stuff on my car ride home. Poured straight down the hatch.
Timbuk2 makes awesome bags. This is a Small Classic Messenger with custom panels. I almost went with Bob Marley colors but decided against it. This fits all of my most important things – Coach clutch, day planner, EOS lip chap, and Q-Tips.
Check out my newest creation, Banana Bars – I have yet to hear a negative comment. Pop these babies in the fridge, everything’s better slightly chilled. The recipe calls for 1 cup of mashed banans, make the right choice and put in at least 3 cups of mashed ‘nanas. After all, that’s what we’re showcasing, right?
This little latte baby is Trey. Beautiful skin, beautiful hair, the deepest, darkest brown eyes you will ever see. Besos.
I’ve never had a blow out. I’m not sure what they are but Sex and the City and every other girlie girl on the planet swears by them. Apparently there is a new bar coming to MN – Blast Blow Dry Bar. I’m in – I’ll try anything once (within reason).
Two-toned hair is what I’m currently rocking. Except for – I don’t dye my hair. So – where did the black come from? Mixes and mingles well with the dark brown color… was not expecting this stranger.
The bruises leftover from last week’s Tough Mudder adventure make me look like I’m in an abusive relationship. The guy at Valvoline Oil gave me a side glance when I handed him my credit card and I assured him, “No, this is not from a beating… I got my ass handed to me at Tough Mudder last weekend.”
Listen up juicers. I’ve got a new trick for you. Give this Spark juice a try. After a night of drinking or after a night of overindulging with Burger Jones. It will flush your system like a charm. Spark is easy to remember – it stands for: Spinach, Pineapple, Apple, Romaine, and Kale. Bomb.com
Nugget over here is ready to play after wearing his shock-collar all day. Good Lord it’s hard to put the collar on him when he looks so.damn.cute!
In other news:
I’m a lefty. Always have been, always will be. I follow a blog called The Time Is Write and her post recently about left-handed people had me crying I was laughing so hard. I highly recommend it.
My current Kickstarter interest is 999Bottles. They have designed a sexy, sleek, water bottle. It helps you track and visualize the positive impact you can have on the environment by drinking from a re-usable bottle instead of a disposable one. The stainless steel bottle features a clever three numbered dial along its length to help you track how many times you re-use it. I’m all for saving the polar bears, this makes it more noticeable and stays at the forefront of my mind.
Time for sushi. Lots of it.
Traffic. I cannot stand thee. That alone is one of the biggest reasons I want to work for myself, be my own boss, have my own business. I refuse to spend 1/2 my life driving to and from a job in a car.
The value of wine is still beyond my comprehension. I taste a $4 organic merlot from Trader Joe’s and it tastes just as good as a $65 bottle from Seven. Maybe my taste buds are not meant to critique vino. I just don’t get how some people can value these bottles in the hundreds of dollars… we are talking about fermented grapes, right? Maybe I’d be better off drinking Welch’s. I can confidently speak to the body, bouquets and undertones of that stuff all day.
Meet world’s craziest dog. He can go from in-a-coma-sleeping to throw-the-ball-throw-the-ball-I-won’t-leave-you-alone-until-you-throw-that-damn-ball in less than 2 seconds. World record holder right here!!
Perhaps I’ll find the man of my dreams amongst the contestants at this local competition. Five years from now, I can see my future cocktail parties, “Hey honey, show Scott and Katie that new yo-yo trick you’ve been working on.” #nerd
Sometimes I think coffee needs to be given up. Completely. I tend to get a headache without my daily cup, and I truly don’t want to be dependent on this to function. I’m whittling my way down to the bare minimum. I went from having a cup of coffee with soy milk and a splash of vanilla. To a cup of coffee with soymilk. To a cup of coffee on the rocks. Pretty soon I will not be able to stand drinking it straight, and forced to exile it. That will help me appreciate the beauty of an Icy Nuts from Bull Run on a random Sunday.
I love mail. Preferably handwritten letters and magazines. I try my hardest to send something in the mail versus email. Although, sometimes speed & efficiency does trump old-fashioned and meaningful. I don’t want snail mail to become obsolete. Please, oh, please, King USPS!
The other night I saw this on the ground and for some reason, immediately reminded of that scene when the snobby lady says, “there’s been a murder…”… go now and enjoy the comedy of Ace Venture When Nature Calls
My front seat speaks to the level of chaos in my life. Running shoes, Toms, and yellow sneaks for work… not enough time in the day to drive home and switch them out, may as well carry them all! Time is money – right?
On account of loving handmade and custom things, I made a small going away card for a close friend. I would rather make it than pay Hallmark $4 for a mediocre one. Plus, who doesn’t love dinosaurs? I used to be obsessed with Dinotopia. That’s right, screw Pogs. I would rather pretend I lived at a time when a peaceful prehistoric world is discovered.
Ending thoughts: life is good. God is good. Everyday.
Wishlist: Yes, men’s. S/M
Listening to: Best Disney song of all time.
Dreaming of: A new playmate for Oliver.
Friday night was intense. This is the result. As well as a plethora of incriminating videos filled with hilarious statements, such as, “So that’s how Pixar does it.”
Found a beautiful quote on the sidewalk : ‘Not like fire. Nothing flaming or even potentially aflame. Nothing caught up with danger. Nothing racing to take control or possessions or no prisoners. No, our love was never like that.’
A murder happened in the back hallway at work. Mango = love = murder.
Notice this little man? The groomer chopped the long fur, and he is much easier to cuddle these days sans long somewhat matted fur.
I spent the morning at the Lexus dealership where I was privvy to a phenomenal customer service experience. Plush theater seating while I watched the news and nursed my hangover. And did I mention they washed the inside & outside of my car – and filled up my tank? #appreciative
Three hooded, guacamole & Corona-lovers are pounding the hell out of our house as we speak. Starting at 7:15am they have nonstop been showing the siding who is boss. This is where I get down on my knees, kiss the ground and thank God for Advil.
An old game like this becomes MUCH harder after a few sips of Loopy. Funny how that works.
This ray of light? I call that a “God cloud”. That house below is either getting blessed or smited. Hopefully the latter.
A new piece of decor in the house. These quotes are daily reminders that we really have one heck of a journey under our belts.
What does my weekend hold, you ask? A travel to southern Winona for promotions of the Three Olives sort, work at the Mango Store, creative-brainstorming at the studio – a few runs, a prolonged period of sun-worshipping, a few cocktails, hummus, laughter, and hopefully a lazy Sunday.
Cheers and much love to all the best followers,