Spit.

I’ve spent 20 minutes thinking about how to broach this subject… I could start off talking about my love of snacks (many of which I have shoved down my pie hole these past few days), but that didn’t feel right. I could talk about spit in general, but that undermines the awkwardness… so here it

About to burst.

So… I have so much to write about, so many things just dying to get out. But, I’ve eaten myself into a food induced coma and can barely function. It could have to do with the sundae I had here: The bread I ate all day long: Or Fred, the crab we had for dinner.

San Fran: Memories and Pit Stops

The first time I ever visited, well the only other time I’ve ever visited San Francisco I was about 14… a freshman in high school and still bordering on that awkward phase that lasted from birth to about 15. I was one of the lucky ones. I remember wearing jeans that were much too short,

Nablopomo.

I’m only four days late in talking about it. You think I would have been able to pull out a semi-easy post on the fact that I have to tie myself to his here MacBook and post at least once a day this month. Daunting task, and trust me I know… I’ve already struggled through

Why don’t you have a boyfriend?

You know what I hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate? It’s when people say: Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” I’m sure the look of death crosses my face and I respond with only the most serious expression: Well, when the clock hits 7:00 and I turn into a wild swamp monster it tends to send

A Lovely Find.

A little under two years ago someone gave me a gift card to Pier 1. I’m sure they were thinking it would be great. I could get a something spicy for my house or maybe just pick up a quirky little item to change things around. Which I suppose is what other people do with

Took me away.

It’s not all that often that I find a song that makes me spend 20 minutes searching Google for the artist. One of those where you hear it in the background of a movie and HAVE to know it word by word. Well, I found one. “I and Love and You” by the Avett Brothers.

My Mom’s on Facebook.

For me, Facebook started my freshman year of college. It was just the basic Facebook. No status updates, no crazy quizzes, no highly specific news stream. Ahh, the good ‘ol days. At this time, Facebook was also only for students, you had to join your school’s network and connect with friends that way. Boy oh

Saving the Ta-ta’s…

This past Sunday was Denver’s Race for the cure. I would love nothing more than to tell you that it was great, easy, and wonderful… wait, what am I saying? It was wonderful. There were a few mishaps right from the start that caused my adrenaline to reach to unhealthy levels. It was probably just

It’s time for the “change”.

It’s fall. Well, here in Colorado it goes from winter at 7:00 am, to summer around noon, then skips up to fall right around dinner time. Talk about really experiencing the seasons. It can really put a damper on a girl’s wardrobe. When I pull myself out of bed all I can fathom wearing are